Above them there's a soft clatter, like clinking porcelain. A piece of the wall falling off, maybe, and Genevieve take a step before another clatter makes her stop and turn.
A hazy figure is silhouetted against the streetlight, crouching on the roof of the police station. It could almost be on the taller side of human but it limbs are too long--and they seem tobend in too many places. Genevieve squints at it and it shifts with another clinking sound.
"Oh god," whispers Genevieve. To stay still, or to bolt?
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Date: 2016-01-03 04:13 am (UTC)A hazy figure is silhouetted against the streetlight, crouching on the roof of the police station. It could almost be on the taller side of human but it limbs are too long--and they seem tobend in too many places. Genevieve squints at it and it shifts with another clinking sound.
"Oh god," whispers Genevieve. To stay still, or to bolt?