Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170125214247/@comment-24510587-20170127001305

The eerie silence of Seattle's streets was broken by a man humming a solemn tune. He was strolling through the pouring rain, a white mask covering his face and a rifle slung over his shoulder. He seemed oddly unconcerned with the rather depressing atmosphere of the looming skyscrapers in the downtown road he was walking through. Perhaps he just made the best of the situation. Perhaps he had been through such horrors that nothing could ever compare to it. Or perhaps he was just a bit wrong in the head.

Timothy was slowly making his way to the Space Needle. Not for any particular reason, he was just curious about the building. The rain was banging against his mask, further amplifying the noise. Through it all, however, he could still make out the cries of a little girl. He stopped humming, and looked for the source of the sound, which turned out to come from the base of the tall tower.

"Hey there," he waved when he had come a little closer. "What are you doing all alone out here in the rain?"

He knew it must have seemed a little intimidating for the girl, what with his mask and his rifle. Still, she would be even more frightened of what was hidden beneath the white shell that covered his head.