Post by Robin Silverbird on Apr 5, 2016 17:09:01 GMT
Isabelle cringed, the pictures currently up on her screen were making her more than uneasy. You know how internet trolls make fun of the word 'triggered'? She wanted to show each and every one these photos, but alas...this was a breach like she had never seen. The Harpy, still in her early days, turned her attention to her phone. She wasn't going to drag Lucas to the Art Gallery, this was someone she knew. Lucas was a friend, not some neonate she felt like she needed to put on one of those toddler leashes...
She was in her living room in the Pent House, with a tea set sat out, even cookies! She waited patiently for Mr. Cobb to show his face. She was trying to keep this casual, but she was still a harpy...and thus was wearing her black slacks, vest, and white shirt combo. She sorta looked like a mini-Celio, with out the confidence.
A few moments later Isabelle would hear a knock on the door "it's Lucas" he would say. After being let in she would see him dressed in blue jeans, a red shirt, black jacket, and sneakers. His hair was slightly done nice with his face having a bit of paint splotches here and there, and his eyes just looked utterly exhausted. From the looks of him he hasn't slept well for a few nights. He would give a slight wave "hey you wanted to talk?"
Post by Robin Silverbird on Apr 5, 2016 19:54:55 GMT
Isabelle sighed, he was the same Lucas as before...still that dorky, but sweet kid that showed up when she was first finding her feet. She'd motion him to sit in one of the comfy seats near by. "Yeah, sit sit...I made snacks and tea...uh, you alright? You look like you'e unwell.."
Post by Robin Silverbird on Apr 6, 2016 23:37:36 GMT
Isabelle blinks a few times, "This...might bring a few more up. Take a look." She'd turn the laptop to him, revealing the reddit. On it, is gritty, cellphone pictures. Clearly there's the child-ghouls from the homeless shelter, along with WIP shots of someone stretching and molding someone's skin like clay.
He takes a look and his eyes go wide ".....this.. Actually.... Happened.... No.. No this this was all a horrible dream I thought......fuck" he stands up for a moment paces to calm himself down a bit before sitting back down "well I can tell you that me James wrymwood, Jannet and mio. We're tracking down some sabbat.we we found traces at a hotel which lead us to that homeless shelter. Where we saw those -he points to the child-ghouls, and the sabbat we tracked" he scratches his head for a moment "how did this get out like this I thought I called for a cleanup??"