Post by Bryton on Aug 26, 2010 15:09:37 GMT -5
Demarco, the Demon as some called him, had come to London rather flawlessly. As he'd roamed the streets, he'd met 4 students from Breton's Academy of Higher London. Curiously enough, they'd all been mutants, and they'd all been easily scared. How... wonderful.
He decided to make residence near this school. Mutant life was always much more rejuvenating. There was an empty building on the street next to the school, but, it was no longer empty. Demarco had taken the liberty of breaking into it and bringing in some stolen furniture, none of which anyone saw, as he kept his tracks covered.
To everyone else, the building was simply an abandoned building, and it would appear to be so at all times, if someone came in they would see nothing. He kept close to his home, waiting for students to come to the streets so he could feed.
I'm waiting... my dears.
He decided to make residence near this school. Mutant life was always much more rejuvenating. There was an empty building on the street next to the school, but, it was no longer empty. Demarco had taken the liberty of breaking into it and bringing in some stolen furniture, none of which anyone saw, as he kept his tracks covered.
To everyone else, the building was simply an abandoned building, and it would appear to be so at all times, if someone came in they would see nothing. He kept close to his home, waiting for students to come to the streets so he could feed.
I'm waiting... my dears.