The (Almost) Daily Vignette
Apr. 15th, 2005 02:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mishalakThe town of Ithill, Colorado is quiet after dark for the most part. The Ithill Coffee Shop closes up soon after dark deprives it of both tourists and locals looking for caffeine fixes. The only grocery is a small operation more akin to a convenience store than a supermarket, except without the convenience of being open past 6pm. It's only used by people needing to avoid a 60 mile round trip to the nearest town of any serious size.
The only economic activities after dark in Capharnaum County are the sale of legal and illegal mind altering substances. The majority of which happen at the Twin Ravens bar during the winter as the illegal drugs are a seasonal activity except when someone gets the bright idea to place growing lights in an outbuilding and gets busted two days before harvest.
With a cold wind snow was falling upon the three travelers trudging down an empty two lane highway towards the sleepy town stuffed into its valley between an iced over lake and dark spruce trees. Jan was walking along boldly, oblivious to the fact that Rob and Loren were both starting to get the prickly sense that they were in the first reel of a low budget slasher flick. Two decades living on a hellmouth (well not right on it, but in the same town) had given them both a healthy sense of fear. Jan, meanwhile, was utterly confident of being able to outrun almost anything since he was wearing his sensible, but stylish, boots and therefore was not bothered by the lack of people around on a snowy April evening.
Loren said, "It's awfully quiet."
Rob immediately said the necessary response, "Too quiet."
Jan rolled his eyes. "Would some incoherent shouting make you feel better?"
"No, but it would be nice to run into a non-creatures of darkness, non-demon, non-homicidal maniac resident to guild us to somewhere to put up for the night," Rob sniped back.
They continued to walk bringing the main part of the town closer to them. Then out of the trees to their right burst a man wearing skis with a loud, "Wahooo!" Long coat, ear muffs, gloves, and what appeared to be night vision goggles. He skidded to a stop just sort of the patchily covered asphalt.
The three travelers looked at each other, and Rob stated, "And Jaime King!"
Loren now rolled her eyes, "Like that ever works."
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The only economic activities after dark in Capharnaum County are the sale of legal and illegal mind altering substances. The majority of which happen at the Twin Ravens bar during the winter as the illegal drugs are a seasonal activity except when someone gets the bright idea to place growing lights in an outbuilding and gets busted two days before harvest.
With a cold wind snow was falling upon the three travelers trudging down an empty two lane highway towards the sleepy town stuffed into its valley between an iced over lake and dark spruce trees. Jan was walking along boldly, oblivious to the fact that Rob and Loren were both starting to get the prickly sense that they were in the first reel of a low budget slasher flick. Two decades living on a hellmouth (well not right on it, but in the same town) had given them both a healthy sense of fear. Jan, meanwhile, was utterly confident of being able to outrun almost anything since he was wearing his sensible, but stylish, boots and therefore was not bothered by the lack of people around on a snowy April evening.
Loren said, "It's awfully quiet."
Rob immediately said the necessary response, "Too quiet."
Jan rolled his eyes. "Would some incoherent shouting make you feel better?"
"No, but it would be nice to run into a non-creatures of darkness, non-demon, non-homicidal maniac resident to guild us to somewhere to put up for the night," Rob sniped back.
They continued to walk bringing the main part of the town closer to them. Then out of the trees to their right burst a man wearing skis with a loud, "Wahooo!" Long coat, ear muffs, gloves, and what appeared to be night vision goggles. He skidded to a stop just sort of the patchily covered asphalt.
The three travelers looked at each other, and Rob stated, "And Jaime King!"
Loren now rolled her eyes, "Like that ever works."
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