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[This is a casual rp starter for scenes with Jen Daring, the world's most harmless Malkavian Antitribu. It serves as a warmup spot for character ideas for the After Gehenna game.]

San Francisco was a fishing village now. Bay water lapped the bases of the surviving skyscrapers, so clear now you could see down to the shattered street. Some brave divers went for artifacts down there: jewelry, surviving tools, random items to decorate their chambers with and claim bragging rights just for surviving. An old hubcap could cost you your life now that the Farrallones and the Bay were wed in one stretch of water over the drowned city. Sharks--the main risk in the area and also the main livelihood. They might get a fisherman now and again, but most nights in the high village with its precarious catwalks, it was they who became dinner.

When the sun went down the fishing crews lowered ropes down the side of the buildings and hauled up the boats along with their catch. The hard, ugly end-of-the-day work was necessary, for one breed of shark hunted at night and could take out even the few old yachts they had left.

The grunts and creaks of the ropes and thunk and scrape of the rising boats were the first thing Jen heard when she woke that night. She opened the closet she was curled up in and spilled out, yawning hugely. The outer wall of the hotel room she was squatting in had shattered outward, and a huge, battle-scarred gray cat crouched among the bricks, messily dining on a pigeon the size of a football. He looked up at her with his one good eye and meowed conversationally.

Within half an hour they had both eaten, and Jen was sitting quietly on the edge of the cracked rooftop plaza of the hotel. Other villagers, human and otherwise, milled on the rooftop by torchlight, enjoying a barbecue out in the cool night air. The cat sat next to her, keeping watch. Jen was a little unfocused, distracted by the blobs of golden and royal blue light dancing through the air. She knew something was going to happen soon and she should be here for it, but not what.
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Date: 2014-08-10 04:39 pm (UTC)
tookhishand: (♥ 35)
From: [personal profile] tookhishand
There's a lone man who lives, hermitlike, out in Muir Woods near San Fransisco. It used to be full of hikers, tourist trails and even a shuttle taking people up to see the redwoods. Of course, that was years ago.

He stays eight miles out from downtown San Fransisco, or what's left of it, in a little campground with a lovely view of the ocean. He hasn't really been in the area long... so far, he's had everything he needed. Tonight he's just come around to see if there was anything he could scavenge, maybe a bicycle that could power a generator. And a CD player. And some CDs. He misses recorded music, and he misses movies even more.

Date: 2014-08-10 10:51 pm (UTC)
tookhishand: (♥ 27)
From: [personal profile] tookhishand
He wasn't expecting this many people, or to have to trade. It's going to be a pain, because he doesn't have anything. So, maybe he'll come back some other day.

All he's really brought is a tent that was a lucky find, and a bit of extra food just for himself. But a 'bit' is a pretty decent sized meal for anyone else normal--he always seems to be hungry. That's probably why the cat is following him.

No signs that he's going to share with Mr. Kittycat.

Date: 2014-08-10 11:18 pm (UTC)
tookhishand: (♥ 22)
From: [personal profile] tookhishand
He's definitely not skinny, just a man with a huge appetite for being on the short side. But there are lots of deer out there, and... well.

She screams not human to his eyes and ears, like almost everyone else around. And he's probably something bizarre and foreign to her. He's... feeling awkward all of a sudden. "Thank you, whoever you are...?"

That smell. That smell. Of wonderful things to be smoked. Oh, he's jealous.

Date: 2014-08-10 11:38 pm (UTC)
tookhishand: (♥ 05)
From: [personal profile] tookhishand
"What a shame, to lose food." He likes being able to eat so much--there was once a time he couldn't taste a thing. It'll probably get cold before either of them shut up, though.

"Your cat... speaks?"

Date: 2014-08-11 12:21 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] tookhishand
"What kind of work?" Is she a vampire or what? He shows no signs of fear--maybe a little frustration with himself for walking eight miles for nothing. It's eight miles back too, if he decides to go back.

"No, I'm not from around the area at all, until the last few days." Let her assume he's been hiking across the country, for whatever reason.

Date: 2014-08-11 01:03 am (UTC)
tookhishand: (♥ 35)
From: [personal profile] tookhishand
"I'm not short on food--I know where to look." A lot of things were left at old campsites and cabins in... worlds like these. Yes, worlds.

"And I don't much go for the ocean, either way. I don't think I'm in any danger."

Date: 2014-08-11 01:58 am (UTC)
tookhishand: (♥ 05)
From: [personal profile] tookhishand
What other drugs have been consumed?

"I don't own a boat... or know how to sail. It's not an issue."

Date: 2014-08-11 05:59 pm (UTC)
tookhishand: (♥ 24)
From: [personal profile] tookhishand
He's older than he looks, not to say he looks young, and he's oddly experienced with outside sources trying to shove feelings in his head. Especially since he doesn't have a shark phobia.

"Stop that. Get ahold of yourself. There are no sharks coming and there won't be."

Date: 2014-08-11 08:41 pm (UTC)
tookhishand: (♥ 34)
From: [personal profile] tookhishand
If only he knew what happened in the area. It would give him away if he asked. The only thing that won't is following her lead...

Date: 2014-08-11 10:31 pm (UTC)
tookhishand: (♥ 41)
From: [personal profile] tookhishand
What is going on? The mutant sharks... exist?

He carries a gun, but it isn't meant for something that size. You'd need a harpoon.

"Well?" He's trying to snap her out of her shock. "What do you do?"

Date: 2014-08-12 01:17 am (UTC)
tookhishand: (♥ 34)
From: [personal profile] tookhishand
"Yes? And? What's your--usual plan of action?"

Please, do have harpoons. He can work a harpoon.

Date: 2014-08-12 01:51 am (UTC)
tookhishand: (♥ 02)
From: [personal profile] tookhishand
"Hoo--you mean humans?" Not much of a joke. He supposes there's nothing he can do, not being a real soldier-type himself.

"Not the best hunting strategy. It's suicide for the shark, it can't breathe."

Date: 2014-08-12 04:18 am (UTC)
tookhishand: (♥ 02)
From: [personal profile] tookhishand
"They're fish. They have gills, not lungs. It is suicide for it to beach itself."

Unless the shark has changed in other ways...
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