Brooklyn. So apparently you can watch all of Gargoyles on Youtube, legally. Maybe some exec is making moves to bring it back. Give that person a promotion.
Night-time in New York City, the time of day during which many of the city’s freaks and other strange phenomena would come out from their hiding places, and for Chip he was no exception. Tonight he found himself in a place he frequented: an old automotive junkyard which served as a particularly handy place to scrounge for parts when his motorcycle needed repairs. However, tonight he would uncover something he wouldn’t have ever expected, another fellow freak of the night.
It’s been sometime since the motorcycle incident that his rookery brother Lexington made to which he himself messed the entire vehicle up. The smaller gargoyle was definitely not happy with this development, so in an effort to make it up to him, he was scouring an automotive junkyard they went to last time to gather up the parts for the bike. Tonight he was alone, looking into piled up cars and motorcycles for the appropriate parts, being pretty cautious to not be seen by humans after what happened the last few times.
“Ugh…doing this alone is harder than it looks…” He muttered to himself as he kept looking.
“I’d love yo see it.” He followed the other, being careful as well due to what had happened just a mere few minutes ago. Now for some small talk. “So how long have you been this way?”
“It’s been a while now.. 6 or 7 few months, I’d say.” The wolf man mused as he trudged his way over broken engine pieces and other rusted refuse before dropping back to the ground. “And what about you? Where does a guy like you even come from?”
He paused to think about an answer to that. “From an egg.I’m from a castle in Wyvern Hill, Scotland. Me and my clad were put in a deep slumber and we’re woken up about a few months ago by a rich guy a thousand years later…” He didn’t want to mention his age just yet even though just saying this might give the other an idea.
Night-time in New York City, the time of day during which many of the city’s freaks and other strange phenomena would come out from their hiding places, and for Chip he was no exception. Tonight he found himself in a place he frequented: an old automotive junkyard which served as a particularly handy place to scrounge for parts when his motorcycle needed repairs. However, tonight he would uncover something he wouldn’t have ever expected, another fellow freak of the night.
It’s been sometime since the motorcycle incident that his rookery brother Lexington made to which he himself messed the entire vehicle up. The smaller gargoyle was definitely not happy with this development, so in an effort to make it up to him, he was scouring an automotive junkyard they went to last time to gather up the parts for the bike. Tonight he was alone, looking into piled up cars and motorcycles for the appropriate parts, being pretty cautious to not be seen by humans after what happened the last few times.
“Ugh…doing this alone is harder than it looks…” He muttered to himself as he kept looking.
“I’d love yo see it.” He followed the other, being careful as well due to what had happened just a mere few minutes ago. Now for some small talk. “So how long have you been this way?”
Night-time in New York City, the time of day during which many of the city’s freaks and other strange phenomena would come out from their hiding places, and for Chip he was no exception. Tonight he found himself in a place he frequented: an old automotive junkyard which served as a particularly handy place to scrounge for parts when his motorcycle needed repairs. However, tonight he would uncover something he wouldn’t have ever expected, another fellow freak of the night.
It’s been sometime since the motorcycle incident that his rookery brother Lexington made to which he himself messed the entire vehicle up. The smaller gargoyle was definitely not happy with this development, so in an effort to make it up to him, he was scouring an automotive junkyard they went to last time to gather up the parts for the bike. Tonight he was alone, looking into piled up cars and motorcycles for the appropriate parts, being pretty cautious to not be seen by humans after what happened the last few times.
“Ugh…doing this alone is harder than it looks…” He muttered to himself as he kept looking.
He grinned at the others willingness to help him which was a relief on his own part. “That would be perfect. Still though. Do you need any help getting supplies since we are in this junkyard? I have time myself and I got what I needed.”
The wolf lifted his head and glanced around at the piles of junk surrounding them, trying to think if he had everything he needed. “No, I don’t think there’s anything else I need. I was just about ready to leave when I heard you rustling about before.”
“Awesome.” He hoisted his own bag to rest behind his back. “Mind if I hitch a ride with you? I’d glide to show you the way, but I’d figure it might be safer if if tell you in earshot.”
Night-time in New York City, the time of day during which many of the city’s freaks and other strange phenomena would come out from their hiding places, and for Chip he was no exception. Tonight he found himself in a place he frequented: an old automotive junkyard which served as a particularly handy place to scrounge for parts when his motorcycle needed repairs. However, tonight he would uncover something he wouldn’t have ever expected, another fellow freak of the night.
It’s been sometime since the motorcycle incident that his rookery brother Lexington made to which he himself messed the entire vehicle up. The smaller gargoyle was definitely not happy with this development, so in an effort to make it up to him, he was scouring an automotive junkyard they went to last time to gather up the parts for the bike. Tonight he was alone, looking into piled up cars and motorcycles for the appropriate parts, being pretty cautious to not be seen by humans after what happened the last few times.
“Ugh…doing this alone is harder than it looks…” He muttered to himself as he kept looking.
“Oh your building one too? Thats cool. Do you need any help with that? Maybe we could help each other fix up our bikes now that we are both still here.” It may have seemed that he was eager to get to know Chip more and plus he had a good amount of time to return to the tower before sunrise.
“Heh, not just building one. My bike is my pride and joy so I gotta make sure I keep it in top shape.” Chip crossed his arms and beamed with a prideful grin. “I don’t really need help myself, but I’m glad to offer it to you. Knowing the inner workings of a motorcycle is my trade.”
He grinned at the others willingness to help him which was a relief on his own part. “That would be perfect. Still though. Do you need any help getting supplies since we are in this junkyard? I have time myself and I got what I needed.”
Night-time in New York City, the time of day during which many of the city’s freaks and other strange phenomena would come out from their hiding places, and for Chip he was no exception. Tonight he found himself in a place he frequented: an old automotive junkyard which served as a particularly handy place to scrounge for parts when his motorcycle needed repairs. However, tonight he would uncover something he wouldn’t have ever expected, another fellow freak of the night.
It’s been sometime since the motorcycle incident that his rookery brother Lexington made to which he himself messed the entire vehicle up. The smaller gargoyle was definitely not happy with this development, so in an effort to make it up to him, he was scouring an automotive junkyard they went to last time to gather up the parts for the bike. Tonight he was alone, looking into piled up cars and motorcycles for the appropriate parts, being pretty cautious to not be seen by humans after what happened the last few times.
“Ugh…doing this alone is harder than it looks…” He muttered to himself as he kept looking.
“Hmm. I trying to assemble a bike I totaled that my brother made at first. He was upset so I’m trying to make it up to him.” He didn’t want to admit that he didn’t know exactly how to assemble a motor bike. “What are you trying to build exactly?”
So it seemed Brooklyn wasn’t the only one of his kind around after all. Not only that but it was also a touch surprising to him that at least one of them was handy enough to engineer constructing a motorcycle. “Seems the two of us are in the same boat. I had a bit of a nasty accident with my own bike not too long ago, so I’m gathering what I need to repair it.”
“Oh your building one too? Thats cool. Do you need any help with that? Maybe we could help each other fix up our bikes now that we are both still here.” It may have seemed that he was eager to get to knoa Chip more and plus he had a good amount of time to return to the tower before sunrise.
Night-time in New York City, the time of day during which many of the city’s freaks and other strange phenomena would come out from their hiding places, and for Chip he was no exception. Tonight he found himself in a place he frequented: an old automotive junkyard which served as a particularly handy place to scrounge for parts when his motorcycle needed repairs. However, tonight he would uncover something he wouldn’t have ever expected, another fellow freak of the night.
It’s been sometime since the motorcycle incident that his rookery brother Lexington made to which he himself messed the entire vehicle up. The smaller gargoyle was definitely not happy with this development, so in an effort to make it up to him, he was scouring an automotive junkyard they went to last time to gather up the parts for the bike. Tonight he was alone, looking into piled up cars and motorcycles for the appropriate parts, being pretty cautious to not be seen by humans after what happened the last few times.
“Ugh…doing this alone is harder than it looks…” He muttered to himself as he kept looking.
“Hmm. I trying to assemble a bike I totaled that my brother made at first. He was upset so I’m trying to make it up to him.” He didn’t want to admit that he didn’t know exactly how to assemble a motor bike. “What are you trying to build exactly?”
Night-time in New York City, the time of day during which many of the city’s freaks and other strange phenomena would come out from their hiding places, and for Chip he was no exception. Tonight he found himself in a place he frequented: an old automotive junkyard which served as a particularly handy place to scrounge for parts when his motorcycle needed repairs. However, tonight he would uncover something he wouldn’t have ever expected, another fellow freak of the night.
It’s been sometime since the motorcycle incident that his rookery brother Lexington made to which he himself messed the entire vehicle up. The smaller gargoyle was definitely not happy with this development, so in an effort to make it up to him, he was scouring an automotive junkyard they went to last time to gather up the parts for the bike. Tonight he was alone, looking into piled up cars and motorcycles for the appropriate parts, being pretty cautious to not be seen by humans after what happened the last few times.
“Ugh…doing this alone is harder than it looks…” He muttered to himself as he kept looking.
He saw the other frown and almost couldn’t help, but feel sorry for the wolf man. “There are a lot of beings here that the humans wouldn’t find normal to them.” He learned that the hard way awhile ago.
“How I exist here is for another time, too.” He waved his hand to the side and looked to his lost bag of supplies that was buried under the rubble. At least a good half of it wasnt. “Well at least it wasn’t a total lost…”
“Here, lemme help you with that.” Chip headed on over to where the avalanche of scrap had taken place and started shifting heavy hunks of rusted car pieces to unearth the gargoyle’s bag of parts. Such a feat would be tough for a lesser man, but with his strong muscles and great body strength it was a breeze for the wolf.
The gargoyle appreciated the help and went to assist chip in this too since he was also very strong despite his more slender, but muscular size if it were to be compared to the wolf. Pretty soon his bag of parts could be seen and he immediately picked it up. “Thanks for the help chip. I appreciate it.”
Then another question popped into his mind. “If it’s not too much to ask, what were you doing here?”
Night-time in New York City, the time of day during which many of the city’s freaks and other strange phenomena would come out from their hiding places, and for Chip he was no exception. Tonight he found himself in a place he frequented: an old automotive junkyard which served as a particularly handy place to scrounge for parts when his motorcycle needed repairs. However, tonight he would uncover something he wouldn’t have ever expected, another fellow freak of the night.
It’s been sometime since the motorcycle incident that his rookery brother Lexington made to which he himself messed the entire vehicle up. The smaller gargoyle was definitely not happy with this development, so in an effort to make it up to him, he was scouring an automotive junkyard they went to last time to gather up the parts for the bike. Tonight he was alone, looking into piled up cars and motorcycles for the appropriate parts, being pretty cautious to not be seen by humans after what happened the last few times.
“Ugh…doing this alone is harder than it looks…” He muttered to himself as he kept looking.
He saw the other frown and almost couldn’t help, but feel sorry for the wolf man. “There are a lot of beings here that the humans wouldn’t find normal to them.” He learned that the hard way awhile ago.
“How I exist here is for another time, too.” He waved his hand to the side and looked to his lost bag of supplies that was buried under the rubble. At least a good half of it wasnt. “Well at least it wasn’t a total lost…”
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