Who: Rory and Claire What: Rubble-clearing and Sword-looking. Where: The streets When: Saturday afternoon Rating: Language Status: Closed
"Uuuugh... Found another one-!"
The day had been getting warmer as the afternoon stretched on, and with the heat came all the truly funky smells of a half-destroyed city, and all the dead aliens left among the rubble. One of which Claire had found by stepping back from a loose piece of crumbled building, and was now shin-deep right through it's chest cavity. For the second time that day.
The blond hunter lurched her boot out from the corpse's sternum, taking with it gross-smelling tubes and strings of black gunk that better not ruin the leather. Her jeans though? They were being burned first chance she got. Claire shook her foot off once and sighed, finding better footing so she could crouch beside the thing and shove it over the broken mortar, down to the couple of pyres she and Rory had going to get rid of them. In the meantime, she tugged one blackened work glove off and adjusted the bandanna across her nose. At least the breeze was nice, pulling through her loosely braided hair.