[Shenandoah]

((Time: Sunset))

Patrick walked the streets with a casual flair, his favorite jacket on to help buffer any kind of injuries he might occur during the coming night. This Game had the added benefits of repairing clothes as well as wounds. And it was as well because his next door neighbor, Miranda Reichs, would have a fit if he came home in tatters, though that hadn't happened in a very long time.

The sun was sinking over the city. Long shadows were already being thrown across streets and alleyways were deepening into nigh impenetrable darkness. Rick was tired after his day of working on these three different cars that have been giving him a headache. Boss hadn't gotten the parts in, so repairing them up to a point was possible... going past that point was difficult.

Patrick's weapon was not yet drawn from wherever it went when he wasn't using it. Having it balanced on his shoulder like an invisible broomstick or pole would look mighty odd to any of the non-Players that he passed. So, until his life was actually in danger he would not summon his hammer.

His lone eye scanned the area, wondering if he'd see that drug addict tonight or not. Last night, the addict had sworn up and down he was having a bad trip until a wolf from around where Patrick himself lived sank its teeth into the eighteen year old's leg and drew blood. Jackass probably didn't make it through the night.

A couple miles away, Robyn slipped out her bedroom window and onto the fire escape at her apartment. It was standard routine now. Do all her homework as soon as she got home and before her parent's arrived, claim she needed to do homework after dinner and going to bed after, go to her room and lock the door... Then slip out of the apartment, step onto the fire escape, and shimmy down in her 'Game' clothes of a loose fitting pair of yoga pants with plenty of give, a pair of archer gloves she got from a sporting good store, and a tank top with a sports bra underneath. Well-supported sneakers finished off her favorite outfit for the night and allowed good traction.

Her chosen weapon of the bow and arrow was one she had gotten used to and glad she had chosen though at first she hadn't known what the hell to do with it. With her hair in a thick French braid down her back, she could will the bow and its quiver into existence over the braid so that she didn't have to worry so much of it getting in the way at a critical moment.

Stepping down the street, she ventured into the growing gloom. Robyn hated this Game... But she wasn't going to stop or else she knew she'd never get to see her family again. If she hid out in her home, there would be small monsters that would come into her home. Last time she tried, she was bombarded with spiders the size of Schnauzers until she fled in fear of her parents hearing the commotion.

The sun was sinking ever lower. Another night of the Game would soon begin.