<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0c/Doomtown2-Recovered2.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Walter Sinnett (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200832.msg9812108#msg9812108)<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 11th, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Some bloody back-alley behind Babel's Tower.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Scooter, Open.<br/><hr/>Have you ever tried to hide a mountain?<br/><br/>Does the thought seem ridiculous to you? Of course it does. How would one go about hiding a mountain? I mean, I'm sure there are ways but let's be honest, they're not likely to be that effective. We're talking about a mountain here. The dictionary definition of mountain may not include "is very hard to hide" but it probably should do. A mountain was big, tall and pretty obvious. You couldn't dress it up, couldn't move it, couldn't hope people didn't notice it... it was a bloody mountain. Just about your only hope of hiding it was to find a bigger mountain to put in front of it. Anything else was ridiculous.<br/><br/>And there weren't many mountains bigger than Scooter for him to hide behind.<br/><br/>Walter had never seen a mountain. Not an actual mountain. But his thought process as he strode to the alley behind was similar to that described above. Why the hell would Scooter even try to skulk in the shadows behind Babel's Tower? The bastard was big enough that he cast his own shadow. He stuck out like a sore bloody thumb... or more accurately, a big, bloody man. Who really stuck out. It's not like it was hard to tell who it was... there weren't exactly many people in Gomorra who came close to Scooter's size. So frankly, the sight of Scooter trying to surreptitiously hide in a back alley was just as bloody ridiculous as someone tryin' to hide a bloody mountain.<br/><br/><strong>"Scooter..."</strong><br/><br/>The big man didn't call anyone over for simple conversation. He called them over because someone had called him over and told him to tell someone something. So Walter simply approached and waited to be told what Scooter had been told to tell 'im.