<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c5/5f/68/c55f68f23ab0a6b441c164f67fd70a86.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Brett Roman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16149669#msg16149669)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Cream, long-sleeved dress shirt, satin wine-red waistcoat, tie, black dress pants and shoes.<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Friday, 1 April 2050, Midnight.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dapper's Speakeasy, Downtown, Raven City<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Poppy<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Scared and confused.<br/><hr/>Brett and The Hounds raced back across the platform just as quickly as they had the first time. They pushed passed the slowest runner, a big boy who was swinging his arms as hard as he could while breathing with the tempo of a pregnant woman. Brett was determined to be first up those stairs, but as soon as he attempted to pass Angelo, the biker gave him one glance and his face contorted with anger. His arm swung forward and his elbow back, implanting deep into Brett’s stomach. The blow forced the wind from his lips and caused him to collapse upon the floor with his arms crossing his stomach. The Hounds hopped and kicked him as they raced ahead of him, the group disappearing up the staircase.<br/><br/>Baring his teeth, Brett grasped the floor in a pathetic attempt to slide himself closer to the stairs. He heard the struggling going on behind him and turned his head over his shoulder to see a strange cloud or was it smoke filling the subway. He saw the snake fighting with someone who had managed to wrangle it. What in the world was going on? There was suddenly a loud crack that made him jump, and the snake had stopped moving. The silhouette of a mysterious girl, the wrangler, descended the creature and started to emerge from the odd fog. Brett rolled over to face her so that he could keep his eyes on her and quickly scooted back toward the steps. What the hell was she wearing? She had sounded friendly, but he didn’t know what to make of her. She was covered in plants. Was she some lost tribesman?<br/><br/>Wincing, Brett sat up so that his back was against the steps. “Stay back!” he warned, thrusting out one hand while his other arm remained coiled around his aching gut. “I don’t know who you are or what the fuck is going on, and I’m not sure I want to know. I just want to go back to my job and pretend like none of this happened.”<br/><br/>He carefully rose to his feet and grasped the center railing in support. “I’m just gonna go okay?” he told her as though she was holding a lethal weapon toward him.