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Re: Checkmate [1/??]

[(Anonymous)]

(It's a self fill my lovely mod anon, I just realized this morning that I forgot to tag it was a crossover as well. Also I forgot to warn readers of the language in this, Desmond was always rather colorful.)

The Ninth Circle was a bloody shit-hole. Desmond nursed the bottle of watered down whiskey as he played a rousing game of solitaire in one of the back corners of the bar. He should have just stayed in the mansion in the fucking swamp and called it a decade but Desmond had always been a stickler for finishing a job once started. 

The smell of cheep booze, decades of stale cigarettes, and decay permeated from the yellowed walls as the seedy bartender... was wiping the glasses clean with the same filthy rag he used to wipe down the bar. Mister Lockhart  vomited a little in his mouth and thanked fucking God he ordered a whole bottle. Other ghouls came here for kinship,  all it did was reinforce his need to become a recluse. Nauseatingly cheerful music played over the radio that was plopped on the end of the bar occasionally interrupted by a howling madman lamenting about some asshole from a nearby vault who got himself killed wile switching on some water purifier, sometimes breaking down into sobs on air wailing praises for the deceased do-gooder. Like anyone out here in the DC ruins gave a rat's ass about anyone but their self. He took a long drag off his cig and shoved it back into the ashtray with disgust and impatience. 

He had hitched a ride down river from that fucking dizzy broad Nadine and as soon as he hit the shore he picked up a familiar signal coming from the remains of a old museum.

So here he was, blending in with the locals with a thumb up his ass waiting for any hint of anything to give away the rat hiding in this hell hole... He raised the whiskey bottle to his lips only to find it empty. Fuck.

The big oaf in the corner twitched as the door opened and closed, itching for a fight.

"Doctor Lockhart?" A soft voice whispered behind him, setting a hand on his shoulder.

A!a

[(Anonymous)]

Oops, I mean self prompt. Sorry... My brain is dead.

Re: Checkmate [1/??]

[(Anonymous)]

Great start! I can't wait to see where it goes.

Re: Checkmate [1/??]

[(Anonymous)]

Awesome! I love the descriptions and you really do have Desmond's voice ("should've stayed in the mansion in the fucking swamp and call it a decade" sounds like something he would say).

This story is really interesting. Great start!