And this ol' world seemed new to me...
Dmitri Lang may be a bit saddened that her prospective new best friend Three Dog won't even return her unsolicited journal messages, but she's a resourceful girl and persistence yields more, if not better, results than spontaneity, so she figures she's going to work out this Chicago Underground thing sooner or later.
She' spent the past coupla weeks couch-surfing, visiting various pals in the city, and when she finally bops into the lobby of the Kashtta Tower, it's with a big canvas backpack jangling with glass bottles. Yes, Kashtta residents, she is here and she's brought beer, and she's eager to hear what's changed since she's been gone.
In the Kashtta's cafeteria, Nathan Cwirko is browsing the shelves and trying to convince himself that his P-90 will be perfectly safe in his locked dorm room. With his MOLLE. He hasn't managed to convince himself to leave his beretta there, and as a result it's resting in a thigh holster just in case, but the people in the know say this place is secured, and he'll at least pay lip service to that.
She' spent the past coupla weeks couch-surfing, visiting various pals in the city, and when she finally bops into the lobby of the Kashtta Tower, it's with a big canvas backpack jangling with glass bottles. Yes, Kashtta residents, she is here and she's brought beer, and she's eager to hear what's changed since she's been gone.
In the Kashtta's cafeteria, Nathan Cwirko is browsing the shelves and trying to convince himself that his P-90 will be perfectly safe in his locked dorm room. With his MOLLE. He hasn't managed to convince himself to leave his beretta there, and as a result it's resting in a thigh holster just in case, but the people in the know say this place is secured, and he'll at least pay lip service to that.