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!

Comments

[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.