Heather Lisinski (irradiated_ants) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2017-08-05 02:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, ~heather lisinski |
Who: Heather
Where: Out on the street.
What: Searching for parts
When: *shrug* she doesn't know day from night anymore
Rating: Depends
Open: Yup!
Status:
Heather had been moving from one beat up heap to another. They spoke of age older than they were, sometimes. No doubt caused from two years of near endless night, cold, and lack of use. But that didn't mean they would rust away without any hope from them at all. She was taking any and every part that was useful, even the ones that had a bit of rust or holes. Currently she was bent over the hood of an old F150, her wench just a clacking as she carefully undid one bolt, after another. She hummed softly, almost as if she were trying to sooth the old ford, as she took it's insides. "Praise the lord, I saw the light! I saw the light! I saw the light! No more darkness, no more night! Now I'm so happy, no sorrow in sight! Praise the lord, I saw the light!" It was an old Hank Williams song, but it was also well known from her days in her Daddy's choir. She hummed all but the chorus though. Even when she got to a more grunt worthy spot, and had to use the bumper to reach in. She was bundled up. A jacket, and a nice thick, long, coat, a pair of scarves, and one knitted cap. All stuff she'd had back in Jericho. All stuff she'd when the nuclear winter was being felt across the states. She didn't mind the puff of air that clouded, and warmed, her cold face, she was close to a quitting point anyway. |