Erik Thorinsen (erikthorensen) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-03-12 21:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2012 [03] march |
WHO: Bridget and Rodeo.
WHAT: Scavenging for fabric.
WHERE: Manhattan, near the intersection of Grand and Allen.
WHEN: March 13th, late morning.
RATING: TBD, probably low.
STATUS: In progress.
Bridget wouldn't deny being a little jumpy if asked. It had been some time since she'd made a trip like this with only one other person for backup and it made her more than a little wary. Fortunately Rodeo was that one person, she knew him well enough to trust to have her back if everything went to hell instead of cutting and running at the first sign of trouble.
After six years of neglect and decay the streets looked more than a little haunting. The medians and little strips of soil along the sidewalks were completely overgrown, and nature was doing her best to reclaim the island from the city with the plant matter creeping over the concrete by a good foot on either side. Windows were broken everywhere and a few doors for good measure.
Bridget kept one hand firmly on her pistol on her belt as she surveyed the area, a worn duffel bag slung over her shoulder waiting to be filled with what cloth she could find at the stores nearby. Hopefully there would still be a good selection, she was really needing some clothes that fit as nothing did quite right anymore and it wasn't going to get better anytime soon.
"Looks clear to me," she glanced up at her companion, "See anything I'm missing?"