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Susan Sto Helit ([info]justsomething) wrote in [info]colligo_threads,
@ 2012-02-16 16:57:00

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Entry tags:emily young, susan sto helit

Who: Susan Sto Helit and Open
What: Walking back to the building after a grocery run.
Where: Streets of Colligo
When: Friday afternoon.
Rating: TBD.
Status: In progress/Open

There were very few things Susan could stand less than chaos, but one of them was chaos for no reason. She could understand that some (admittedly quite stupid) people might feel the need to waking up from the dead and go on a rampage if it was completely unavoidable. If they'd died after finding their wife in bed with the dustbin man, for example, or if they'd left the gas on. But honestly. These swarms of partially rotting humans had had no real reason to jump out at her. Even worse, one of them hadn't even had the good manners to have a full set of limbs. So, as any good teacher would, Susan had frowned sternly at them all, told them to go back to their graves and think about what they had just done, and then walked around them.

Now she was on the way back to the building, a bag of sensible groceries clasped firmly in her hand. She still needed to eat, after all. Kind of. And although there hadn't been anyone actually tending the till at the shop she'd left some money on the counter. Now she looked both ways, waited for another swarm of the undead to limp past, then stepped neatly off the pavement to cross the road. There were some benefits to only being noticed when you wanted to be. Susan walked briskly, moving determinedly over to the other side of the street.

Just as she hit the far side, however, the bag carrying her shopping split at the base, sending bread, milk, cereal and apples scattering over the pavement. Susan sighed and rolled her pale blue eyes skywards - this place really was pushing her - before kneeling down to start collecting the rogue groceries.



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[info]_wolfgirl_
2012-02-18 01:21 am UTC (link)
Emily had been walking back from the soup kitchen. She enjoyed her job. She liked being able to help people and she loved to cook and it was two things she was able to do in her job.

She had been trying her best to avoid the masses of the undead as they roamed the streets. She was good with strange but she still tried to stay out of their way.

As Emily crossed the street, heading back to her room, she heard a large crash. Looking around, she saw a woman standing with a ripped bag and her groceries on the ground.

"Let me help you with those." Going up to the woman, she bent, picking up a loaf of bread and the container of milk.

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[info]justsomething
2012-02-23 12:20 pm UTC (link)
Susan looked up sharply as someone approached, picking up the loaf of bread and the container of milk. Susan straightened up herself, her arms full of apples and a cereal box (Cornflakes) trapped under her elbow. A rogue strand of white hair bounced in front of her right eye as she examined the stranger. "Thank you," she replied.

She was human, Susan noticed. There were a lot of people running around this place, making drama and fussing over things in very loud voices, that seemed to be anything but, and it was rather nice to meet someone who appeared to be relatively normal. Susan didn't smile - she wasn't a big fan of that particular activity - but her expression softened.

"You should be careful," she said, holding out a cold hand for the bread. "Out and about at the moment. I just saw a crowd of them going towards the centre of town."

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