News travels fast in small towns, and the crack in the earth is... more than noticeable once you get within a decent distance of it. Klaus finds himself curious, and he makes sure to traipse over in the light of day so he could try and get a good look at the new fissure in the ground on the other side of town.
Anyone wandering up during the early afternoon may see him doing any number of things ranging from trying to peek over the edge of one side of the busted up earth to throwing various things (including but not limited to decent-sized rocks and large sticks) into it, trying to decide if he can hear it hit the bottom, or if it's just an endless vast of nothingness.
II. Stranger Danger Open to everyone, but only (1) response
{When strangers' faces come out in the rain
Day turns to night so quickly lately, and Klaus has run all but completely out of daylight now. He huffs a sigh, pushing up to his feet from the crouch he had been in, ready to admit defeat. He wasn't exactly an expert in these things, but for what he could tell, there didn't seem to be any sort of explanation for the whole thing. Maybe if he'd paid more attention to some of Dad's lessons, he might see something interesting or telling, here, but... well. That was a long time ago, and he's done plenty of drugs since then; even if he could remember something, it's buried under the years of ruin he's done to his brain and body, anyway.
He's about to turn and head back home when he feels an intense sensation he is so intimately familiar with; that ever-present feeling of being watched, even when no one is supposed to be around. He feels his shoulders tense, because it's the first sign he's had of anything ghost-like in the place. He turns slowly to squint into the darkness to find the source of the feeling. Had to be a ghost or someone fucking around out here, right?
There's a flash of movement from across the fissure in the ground and he frowns, edging closer (but not too close) to it to squint harder into the darkness, where he can just make out the silhouette of someone posted up on the porch of one of the houses across the way. "Hey!" he shouts across the expanse of the broken earth. "Hey, who's over there?"
Day 020 {Living on the edge of a fault line
News travels fast in small towns, and the crack in the earth is... more than noticeable once you get within a decent distance of it. Klaus finds himself curious, and he makes sure to traipse over in the light of day so he could try and get a good look at the new fissure in the ground on the other side of town.
Anyone wandering up during the early afternoon may see him doing any number of things ranging from trying to peek over the edge of one side of the busted up earth to throwing various things (including but not limited to decent-sized rocks and large sticks) into it, trying to decide if he can hear it hit the bottom, or if it's just an endless vast of nothingness.
II. Stranger Danger Open to everyone, but only (1) response
Day turns to night so quickly lately, and Klaus has run all but completely out of daylight now. He huffs a sigh, pushing up to his feet from the crouch he had been in, ready to admit defeat. He wasn't exactly an expert in these things, but for what he could tell, there didn't seem to be any sort of explanation for the whole thing. Maybe if he'd paid more attention to some of Dad's lessons, he might see something interesting or telling, here, but... well. That was a long time ago, and he's done plenty of drugs since then; even if he could remember something, it's buried under the years of ruin he's done to his brain and body, anyway.
He's about to turn and head back home when he feels an intense sensation he is so intimately familiar with; that ever-present feeling of being watched, even when no one is supposed to be around. He feels his shoulders tense, because it's the first sign he's had of anything ghost-like in the place. He turns slowly to squint into the darkness to find the source of the feeling. Had to be a ghost or someone fucking around out here, right?
There's a flash of movement from across the fissure in the ground and he frowns, edging closer (but not too close) to it to squint harder into the darkness, where he can just make out the silhouette of someone posted up on the porch of one of the houses across the way. "Hey!" he shouts across the expanse of the broken earth. "Hey, who's over there?"
III. Wildcard