Warehouse 178

Shh, keep your voice down.

Warehouse 178 is a safe spot where all assassins, necromancers, and villains on the run come to meet, discuss plans, and hide.

Rules

No cursing, and no naughty stuff (Kissing is ok, But I doubt anyone would want to do a storybook.)

Kirsten: *Slips into a chair* I hear you can help me out.

???

I sit on a foldable chair, and face this stranger. My black Motorcycle helmet covering my face. Hey, it was the most effective disguise.

"What do you need help with?"

Kirsten:I need a place to lie low. I don't want my friends finding me...Word is this is the place to go.

???

I stare at her, on the inside of my mask, a look of confusion is plastered on my face.

"Why? If they are your friends, why hide?"

Kirsten: I lean back in my chair and stare out the window. "It's safer for them right now if they aren't around me."

Nulwin: Ah, excellent! Finally a place to hide from the council and plan out my next move.....where are we, exactly?

Jackie

"we're in a warehouse underneath a train station. Crazy right? I probably shouldn't say crazy . . ."

I see a new figure. I sit straight in my foldable chair.

"Welcome."

My motorcycle helmet is quite hot, oh my gosh. Oh well. I'm kinda used to it. I mean ever since the incident. Meh.