Hale was bored. So terribly bored.
He'd spend most of the day mucking about the town, minor vandalism, hanging out smoking pot and leering at people with discomforting looks.
He saw some kid draw graffiti so he stole his spray-cans and gave street art a try. The city of Kilo Point had now been culturally enriched with 27 pictures of anthropomorphic hamburgers smoking joints and masturbating in a wide variety of positions.
It was evening and Hale had no idea what to do. He couldn't go home until either Magnus or maybe the Lady Mo would return.
Not unless he wanted to wreck the house, but as long as he called it home, that would have to wait.
But it should be about daybreak in England so they are both to bed. He assumed because neither of them answered the phone.
Could have been because he could only find 5 payphones and went trough them pretty quickly.
Now what to do...
He was kinda tired, suppose he could find a place to sleep.
It would have to be in the forest though. The thought of camping out horrified Hale.
If he was going to sleep outside like a dog the least he could do was get a tent.
Any building was a disaster waiting to happen, but he couldn't ruin a pile of pillows and a tent right?
Not to dangerous effect at least. He missed that wonderful asshole Magnus and hoped he'd get fed up with the stuffy old-bloods quickly.
Hale walked back home and stood at the gates. A few windows opened, cameras and guns slid out.
"Yo! Don't shoot. It's me Hale."
A voice behind an intercom answered.
"Can I see your Membership ID card?"
"We don't have those assflaps."
"Welcome home Hale."
The doors slid open.
"I'm not coming in sapslinger. When I come in shit gets wrecked, you know this.
One of you comes out with a tent, a bunch of pillows and blankets and a bunny.
I'm camping out tonight."
"...
uhm...
okay, just a minute."
"Oh and if you guys get in contact with any of the other important people here, let em know I'll be right over there.. under a fucking tree."
