Day 49: Morning - Main Street

[prodigalson]

[From here.]

Easily forgiven? Unlikely. A pair of (presumably) mental patient committing theft. No, it was highly unlikely they would be easily forgiven. Conscience-wise? It wouldn't even stain his thoughts, really. Nothing like ten years of judgemental slaughter to make your mind jaded against the simpler crimes in the world.

Either way, it could prove to be... okay, he didn't want to say fun because not much about Venom was even slightly amusing (and Edward was very much ignoring the teenage part of him that was all ready to rebel), but it could prove to be adventurous. Especially since he didn't have the agility nor the power to make the feat easy. Having Alice play the stock market wasn't exactly the most hands-on way of stealing after all. It couldn't really be called stealing, after all... it was just using her naturally-created gifts to further the family's fortune.

So his morals were a little skewed. That was okay with him.

Once he'd left the polluted bus behind him - fresh air, thank god - he smiled to see the sky completely overcast, the smallest drops of water misting through the air. He shrugged into the obnoxiously bright raincoat he'd been given, tucking the coupons and the untouched breakfast into one of the pockets, covering his face with the hood. The suit he was wearing was a little worse for wear, but the vampire wasn't exactly looking forward to marching around damp.

Waiting just off to the side for Venom, Edward surveyed what he could see of the town so far. It didn't seen very big... which was good, he supposed. That way it would be easier to navigate. Now that the first order of business had been planned, they would need to find the right outlet for their theft opportunity.

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[vstheworld]

After getting off the bus with Neku (aka: Sora's Quieter Cousin-Twice-Removed), Scott didn't really know quite what to do with himself. He had a packet of slowly soaking coupons in one hand, a half-finished breakfast in an equally moistening paper bag in the other, and a banged-up small town he'd never been in before laid out in front of him. And there was no level objective hint about what would be most important to see and do in the town. "Uhhh..." he said to himself, wandering down the main street with absolutely no idea where he was going.

As he wandered, he took in the sight of all the vandalism that had apparently hit the town. Having never visited the place before, he had no idea whether this was something normal for Doyleton, or a recent happening. Either way, the overcast sky above and the light drizzle all around combined with the broken windows/doors and random spray paintings everywhere kind of made Scott feel like he had found the missing half of Silent Hill. They already had Dark Silent Hill on pretty much a nightly basis, but Misty Silent Hill had been distinctly lacking up until now. "Wonder if that was intentional," he said aloud, as if Landel had some control over the weather. Heck, who knew? Maybe he did. It wouldn't be much weirder than all the other things the guy had made possible so far.

The more smashed-in storefronts and yellow smileys he passed, the more unsettled Scott felt. It was like the crudely painted tags were staring at him in that creepy-smiling-clown "I'm gonna get'cha!" kind of way. Eventually, Scott started speeding up, hoping that maybe somewhere, he would stop seeing the little buggers. No such luck. They seemed to appear at least once every few buildings. "Who in the world had time to make all these things?" Scott wondered in a loud, kind-of-freaked-out tone as he started jogging up along another random street.

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