|Evan Marchand (bitterlyimmune) wrote in immune_ic,|
@ 2011-11-13 22:20:00
|Entry tags:||# 2011  november, ellie, evan|
WHO: Evan and Ellie
WHAT: Grumpy meets awkward while delivering supplies.
WHERE: NY Public Library
WHEN: 11/13/18, afternoon?
STATUS: In progress.
If there was one thing that Evan had managed to keep with him, even after the world broke down to chaos, it was that he was punctual. He always made sure that his watch was in working order, even if it meant snagging extra batteries from safehouse stashes. It probably wasn't moral or the right thing to do or whatever, but he figured that it was better that he snag a couple of watch batteries and always have a working watch that show up late for supply raids or whathaveyou.
So, here it was, two thirty, and he was right on time to start unloading supplies from the truck and into the public library.
Supply drop-offs were actually one thing Evan didn't really mind doing so much, though his reasons were far from altruistic. The more he brought to other safehouses, the more he kept people out of Grand Central and the less chance there was for it to get too, too overloaded. And well, that was perfectly fine with him.
He carried a heavy box of army MRE's toward the spot where the army man had designated as their dropoff spot. However, his grip wasn't nearly as good as he'd thought it was, and he found himself clumsily dropping the heavy box on his right foot. Wincing and jerking his foot out from underneath the box, he hissed in pain. "Merde! Fils de pute!" he seethed. What was with him and being a klutz lately? First he falls on his own blade and then he probably breaks his toe. Smooth.