<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1c/Santa_Mira_bad_girl_3_-_small.jpg)</div><strong>Hunter:</strong>Brook Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324878.msg15583235#msg15583235)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Leather jeans & black tube top as pictured; leather jacket & spike-heeled boots<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Approaching the Vortex campsite<br/><strong>Current Action:</strong>Creeping closer to the Vortex campsite (optionally tagging the tattooed woman)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>-<br/><hr/>Brook was drawn to the flashing lights. She'd thought most people were clearing out, and suddenly here were some flashing red lights, and activity at an abandoned campground. It was a sign. Not that Brook believed in signs and portents, but her curiosity did, and her curiosity wanted to be satisfied. Even if it turned out to be nothing.<br/><br/>She left her bike near the road, just out of sight of opportunist thieves but far enough not to alert the cops, and continued the rest of the way on foot. That meant a longer walk than she'd have liked. She slung her jacket over her shoulder, reflecting wryly she wasn't dressed for a country hike. Leather didn't mix with hot September sun, and her spike-heeled boots weren't designed for rough ground. But her other clothes were packed in her panniers.<br/><br/>As the campground came into view, she moved more cautiously, not obviously sneaking but keeping the big camper truck between her and the closest cop so she might go unnoticed. Maybe she could overhear what was going on before anyone noticed her. It would be something to report at least.