Hastie and the Swimmers

The Society
was quiet- for once. As quiet as a neighbor of Bethnal Green could be, anyways.
The setting sun cast a golden hue over the oddly decorated interiors, met by
the smell of game and chemicals and the gentle whir of engineering genius. As
peaceful as it was, however, cheers began to rise into the smoggy air outside
and the sound of footsteps against cobblestones echoed throughout the halls,
masking the machinery in a wall of thunderous sound. Almost in an instant, the
windows darkened, as if the sun had been blotted out of the sky.
The Society was peaceful no more.
Hastie Lanyon:  *Hastie
shrugged on his coat as he strode towards the front doors of the Society, his
face set in a frown.*
For the love of God, I'm gone for a few weeks and suddenly the world goes dark.
Dr. Jekyll II ( Mother Hen ):  ( He
sighs, staring at the swarms of people
rushing past. )
If only, this is probably the hunt for another poor scientist.
Hastie
Lanyon:  *Hastie
walks up to the crowd and plucks someone from it; a lady standing at about 5'0
and wielding... a javelin?*
Excuse me madam, could you tell me what this swarm of people is doing outside
my Society? I would also appreciate it if you could take me to the person who
organised this. The ruckus is quite disturbing for the people living within
these walls, you see.
ATasteForVintages:  ( She
scrunches her face up, scrutinizing him before speaking )
Jane Doe: yer one o' those froggers aincha? well I'll have you know you ain't
got a snowball's chance against Brazil!
Hastie
Lanyon:  Brazil..?
*His eyes go wide as he realises what's going on, and without another word he
sprints back to the Society.*
(Time to go get your sunglasses Hastie! Someone needs to appreciate those
swimmers!)
== Obtained From ==
A Festival of Strength
Category:Side Story
Category:Character Side Stories
Category:Normality
Category:Festival of Strength