Day 62; Video 002

[bostonhowler]

[She's walking near the rotten piers, looking at her wrist. Her wings behind her are fluttering in the slight breeze.]

I was wondering if anyone had seen any barbecues around? It's cold, but I'm from Boston, so we're used to winter barbecuing.

I was going to -

[She trips and falls forward.]

Ow, what's -

[Her wrist twists as she scrambles away screaming in that high-pitched horror movie way. There's a brief flash of legs and then a flare of fire as the wooden piers catch behind her.

She's framed in flame, staring at the half a body.]

HUNTERS!

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[bostonhowler]

I am alone. My family isn't here. They... They aren't here.

[She wants the pack now.]

Hunters. They hunted my family and I back home and left bodies like this sometimes, if they caught anyone.

[dowhatisays]

What kinda sick world you from? Even some of the fuckers I know back in New York wouldn't pull shit like that.

[But if Charlie has a weakness, it's a damsel in distress. He's getting his coat and gun as he speaks.]

[bostonhowler]

It's just a normal world. They just... don't like us.

[She's confused.]

[dowhatisays]

The fuck'd you do to them?

[And yes that is the sound of the door slamming as he starts heading her way. It's not like anything's more than five minutes apart in this place.]

[bostonhowler]

Please don't swear at me.

[She's not alone now. someone else appeared to handle the damsel in distress.]

[dowhatisays]

Oh for f-

[He stops himself just in time.]

I ain't swearing at you, sweetheart. But don't tell me you ain't just seen half a human body and you don't feel like dropping a swear or two.

[bostonhowler]

I don't swear.

[It's soft, and almost embarrassed, but she doesn't swear. At all.]

[dowhatisays]

If you dids now, I wouldn't tell no one.

[bostonhowler]

But I'd know. And it'd just be another thing to go to confession about.

[dowhatisays]

[Oh god other Catholics. It's been a while.]

You're serious about that? They ain't even got mass in this place, toots, you're off the hook.

[bostonhowler]

St. Raphael is here, as well as his brother, St. Lucifer. They would know.

[She sighs.]

And don't call me toots.

[dowhatisays]

Yeah, sure sure.

I ain't never met a real Catholic who weren't a kid or my parents since I moved state side. Thought they was some kinda unicorn or something.

[bostonhowler]

Don't believe me, then, but they're here.

[She huffs.]

No, just from Boston.

[dowhatisays]

Figures. You live in New York for a whiles, you don't end up feeling so religious no mores.

[bostonhowler]

Do you have something against Catholics?

[Curious, more than anything.]

[dowhatisays]

Nothing in particular, it'd be kinda f-

[Cuts himself off again. Dammit, this is hard.]

Kinda hypocritical if I did. I just don't know many who bother with it these days, is all. I ain't gone to mass since I were big enough my mom couldn't drag me there.

[bostonhowler]

[But she appreciates the effort, really.]

You sound like my uncle. Father Frankie about fell over when he started coming to Mass again.

[dowhatisays]

Well you ain't a proper New York Italian if you ain't a lapsed Catholic on top of it all, you know?

[bostonhowler]

What does that have to do with it? Not all Boston Irish go to church.