Erik raises an eyebrow slowly as the taxi stops in front of such a dilapidated home. That seemed to be in the middle of no were and the furthest point of civilization as it could be. He stares out the window taking in the over grown lawn that was filled with grass, weeds, out of control bushes, trees, trash, you name it.
The house it self was broken down and just looked like it was going to FALL down more than stay up much longer. The porch was sagging and tired looking. The yellow paint that was probably was cheery at one point on the two story home was faded, chipped, peeling and in need of repainting. The white shutters (which where in no better painted shape) were half gone on half the broken windows and half missing totally from the home.= The front door was falling in a bit off its rusted hinges, rusted knob and rusted over door knocker.
"Um, Charles...such a cheery spot. Are you sure you got the right address?", he wondered if the other man had gone mad. Course, he hadn't been wrong BEFORE...not to say he was now...but...come on!
Actually, he was right....the mutant inside was living in the basement. NOT a happy camper as anger, pain and just all around displeasure throbs out of the home. Having been trapped there for so long as everything steadily builds.
Why did he have a bad feeling about this? Course, he couldn't FEEL anything. But the sure sight of this place had to be the wrong place. The faded sign on the building that used to have some sort of duck on it at some point said 'Lucky Ducky Orphanage.' Nothing LUCKY or DUCKY anymore!
The house it self was broken down and just looked like it was going to FALL down more than stay up much longer. The porch was sagging and tired looking. The yellow paint that was probably was cheery at one point on the two story home was faded, chipped, peeling and in need of repainting. The white shutters (which where in no better painted shape) were half gone on half the broken windows and half missing totally from the home.= The front door was falling in a bit off its rusted hinges, rusted knob and rusted over door knocker.
"Um, Charles...such a cheery spot. Are you sure you got the right address?", he wondered if the other man had gone mad. Course, he hadn't been wrong BEFORE...not to say he was now...but...come on!
Actually, he was right....the mutant inside was living in the basement. NOT a happy camper as anger, pain and just all around displeasure throbs out of the home. Having been trapped there for so long as everything steadily builds.
Why did he have a bad feeling about this? Course, he couldn't FEEL anything. But the sure sight of this place had to be the wrong place. The faded sign on the building that used to have some sort of duck on it at some point said 'Lucky Ducky Orphanage.' Nothing LUCKY or DUCKY anymore!