Jul 2, 2017
@crnob // starter call
“Thought I’d pop in the neighborhood,” Holly greets from the doorway with arms flung into the air. A flash of lightning illuminates her in a momentary halo. She’s soaked to the bone, long stringy orange highlights clinging to her face. “...I also owe dear Vechernyaya a favor, so... Yeah.” Her eyes followed the old god a god she once looked up to. She wished they made a horror movie about him. She’d eat that shit up her disciples of all things spooky too. “Chicago ain’t lookin’ too good, my friend. How do you stand it here?”