||Manhandling Starters|| Not accepting
@palevurm asked: ♞
physically pick my muse up and carry them
The sound was tremendous. The crunch of concrete cracking open, the scream of metal breaking open, the explosive sound of water rushing forth. There was something wrong with this city, something new that despite his short time here had him feeling like maybe this wasn’t a typical expectation.
The giant, white monster gargling the spray of water from a fire hydrant outside his window certainly wasn’t a typical expectation either.
Another slow inhale from his cigarette as he watched the scene unfold with the giant creature apparently trying to drown itself before he extinguished on the window sill and slipped on his mask, grabbing the baseball bat and headed downstairs to approach the scene outside.
Not that he was expecting to really be able to do much to fight off this thing, but it was just a precaution. If he died, well... That’s just how it was.
Door slammed shut behind him, Jacket idly twirled the bat in his hands, ignoring the water flooding the streets, pooling in his shoes. Best just hope his tape recorder could be heard over the noise.
“Ｈｅｌｌｏ． Ｈｉ． Ｄｏ ｙｏｕ ｍｉｎｄ－－？ // Ｉ ｔｈｉｎｋ ｔｈｅｒｅ＇ｓ ａ ｌｅａｋ．”
The sputtering on water stopped, and the creature swung the still-dripping maw to his direction. His grip on the bat tightened as it leaned forward, jaws opening, the shadow looming over him--
A sudden, unexpected pressure on his throat as razor-sharp teeth hooked into the hood of his sweater, lifting him up out of the waist-high water. For the first time in a long while, Jacket made a noise in distress, a choked sound as he dropped his bat, hands flying to his throat to try and relieve the pressure.