dwarfwithagun (dwarfwithagun) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2015-08-17 17:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2018 [08] august, ezra galloway, mortimer leander |
Who: Mort and Ezra
Where: Random barbershop not insanely far from the LBJ
What: Running across the dwarf breaking into a barbershop for certain supplies
When: [To Be Determined]
If there was one thing that Mort was glad to have lugged all the way from his hotel room back when all hell broke loose, it had to be his snap gun. And at that moment, it was proving it was still worth it's weight in, if not gold, at the very least some premium beef jerky. God only knew why he'd thought more places would be unlocked, but the barbershop door he was currently slipping his tension wrench into the lock of was definitely not in that category.
His tongue poked out the corner of his mouth as he worked, keeping a portion of his attention off his work and on his surroundings as he did. It sure as hell wouldn't do to get caught off guard by some damn zombie or trapped by a gas cloud after all. Pushing slightly on the tension wrench with his free hand, he pulled the snap gun's trigger and was rewarded with a loud click but not the movement of the tension wrench he was hoping for.
"Son of a bitch," he hissed under his breath, quickly pulling the trigger a couple more times in succession until the tension wrench finally turned with the lock, signaling an unlocked lock.
Easing the door open, he finally spared a thought for the reason the door might have been locked and he moved a lot more carefully as he stepped into the darkened interior. Yeah, the place might have simply been closed when it all went down, but someone could have locked themselves inside too. He swallowed hard as he put his snap gun and tension wrench away, sending up a quick mental prayer that he hadn't just screwed himself over by not checking the place a lot more thoroughly before getting inside.