sg_pollux (sg_pollux) wrote in supergleerpg, @ 2012-01-04 19:31:00 |
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Current music: | Fixing a hole - Beatles |
Entry tags: | !type: narrative, -2011: december, character: pollux stuart, ~complete |
Backdated Narative
Who: Pollux
What: Pol sets up his first safehouse
Where: Eastern Kentucky
When: December 28th
Warnings: None... wow that's a new feeling...
Pol woke at 6am, pulling on simple clothing and walked outside. He took a breath, pressing his hands together to breath in the morning air and greet this day as the gift it was. Today this sentiment burned true, bursting over his senses calling him. Today was different. With so many odd holidays off school he had the time to move further then before. He blinked
He stood in the middle of farmland, the fields went fallow and mother earth had begin to twine ivy over the porch steps of the broken down house. As far as could be seen was open land with one road at the end of the main field. It was not terribly livable, but it had a roof and could be internally fortified. It might have running water, but if it didn't there was a well on the property.
He smiled and began to set his early alerts. If there was one thing he like about this technology-ridden world it was the Internet. You could find anything there. While Pol was sure the government had monitoring devices following your history, it was still perfect for instructions and guidelines for things like lowā€˛tech barriers, early warning systems and protections. He needed to know the moment he arrived if anyone he didn't want had been here. Since he didn't know any other Powers who could do what he did he strung six separate lines of thin twine that tied to the same picket in the east of the fields. He would blink here first and check if any had gone limp.
This location was far from ideal. It was open, easily assaulted by air of the government chose to bring in air support. It would hide Powers as long as everyone was careful. Most of the town closes seemed to have been hit hard by the depression leaving most of the peripheral buildings and homes vacant. The townsfolk were likely suspicious and would not be able to be trusted for gathering information.
He next moved to the back of the house. He'd taken a few seeds with him here after had decided to start using it as a safehouse. He'd planted some vegetables, simple things. He knew they weren't the best, he never had too much skill with plants, but they were something Cas could tease him about. Something Cas could nurture while he was here. He smiled, bending down to pull a few invasive weeds before checking on the growth. Most were still in the ground, slowly making their way out.
Pol moved into the house, finding most of the heavy furniture still in place. The cupboards were bare of dish or spoon, but that could be taken care of.
Pol placed down his backpack, emptying it off the supplies he'd been slowly stocking in his find. He took a small stack of clean towels he'd pinched from his grandmother and stored them in the linen closet. He placed them on the shelf below the medical supplies he'd smuggled in the last trip.
Next from his backpack came an economy stack of simple bar soap he'd taken from the groceries and simply 'forgotten' to by if his grandmother asked. He placed this one in the kitchen cabinet.
Once that was placed away, he moved into the upper landing, very careful of the huge hole in the second story. A few planks had been nailed over it in an X cross hatch for some stability. Pol checked the time and set to work. He was able to add a few more planks he'd taken from the lumber yard before he had to blink.
He arrived back at the house just in time for his grandmother, her voice more ragged and tired by the day, to call him to breakfast.