i got this (fixedit) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2015-05-13 02:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2018 [05] may, nina rose blackbird, sparrow peterson |
Who: Nina and Sparrow
Where: half burned pub
What: first contact
When: late afternoon
Nina had gotten herself settled in the Armory fallout shelter, and had it locked down as well as she could. The next step was to scavenge for supplies, and build up enough that she'd feel better about being in there. Or just stopping there. In reality, if Nina felt it was safer, and less toxic outside, she would have preferred open campout spaces as opposed to safe houses. She didn't like the idea of being confined with possibly no real escape route.
But the world she existed in just didn't lend itself to that shit anymore, which meant that she had to react accordingly. At the moment, that meant she got supplies. Her strategy often involved checking burned buildings. People didn't often venture into them - a wise move most of the time since the structural integrity was compromised as hell - but if you took it slow and kept your eyes open, it was as safe as that word could even mean anymore.
She was getting some bottles of alcohol from the pub, all black with smoke clinging to the bottles, but they could be washed off, no harm no foul. There was quite a lot shoved behind the bar, which made her a happy camper.
Pausing, she pushed herself up onto the counter, and gave herself a second, cracking open a bottle of whipped cream flavored vodka. She took a drink, and enjoyed the burn down her throat.