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Night 52: Wicker Street (Doyleton)

Oct 20, 2010 22:10

[From here.]As far as Zack could tell, he hadn't really been to this part of town. It looked like he hadn't explored enough after all, though it was way different seeing it all at night. Even outside, there were some street lamps that would come on and off sporadically, but he did his best to ignore that, along with the unsettling way that his ( Read more... )

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savagesolitude October 22 2010, 00:36:12 UTC

[From here, and presumably time-warping to miss Tifa and Zack?]

Stepping out into the night air made Claire seize on the spot. Holy hell, it was freezing. Was it winter in America? Shouldn't there be snow?

Hesitantly, she moved closer to the man with the faint hope that his body heat would do more for her than rubbing her arms and shivering. The island had always been hot. Not even the rains or the nightfall came close to this.

Still. She had somewhere to be. She couldn't stop for a little cold.

"You've been here before, right?" she asked abruptly. "Do you know of anywhere that'll have some useful? Something we can fight with?"

Guns would be nice, but they were useless if you ran out of bullets. Not to mention hard to find: the town was tiny. It was unlikely that anyone here was well armed. She would jump at the chance if they rounded up a decent stockpile of ammunition to go with it, but for now she'd settle for an axe. Or something like it.

stlg13bomber October 22 2010, 13:47:48 UTC

Hold on, Carter was still stuck on the dinner thing. "Why would you do a crazy thing like that? They've got some of the best food I've ever tasted, why would you starve yourself?" Oh no, what if she was one of the ones who was really crazy? Only a crazy person would pass up such lovely food at the expense of their enemies.

When she moved close to him Carter moved a step away and shoved his hands in his pockets. He looked down the darkened streets and almost considered the possibility of thinking about potentially leaving her behind.

She was still a woman, though. And a person. And they hadn't left Crittendon behind either. "There's a hardware store somewhere around here," he said with a guilty shrug, shoulders hunched against the wind. "And a store for fancy televisions. Don't know if they'd be open, I don't see many lights on around here."

savagesolitude October 23 2010, 04:31:52 UTC

"Why would you eat it?" She regarded him with a flat stare. Why was no one else worried about the food here? "The last time I was in a place like this, they drugged everything. Shot me up with needles. The only reason I'm even here now is because somebody else broke me out. I'm not falling for that again ( ... )

stlg13bomber October 23 2010, 16:16:44 UTC

"Sergeant Andrew Carter. I don't know what kinda prisons you've been in but trust me, nobody's poisoning the food at Landel's. I've been there for nearly a week and nothing's happened to me." He scampered after her, feeling what little control he had of the situation fading away ( ... )

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36_24_35 October 23 2010, 03:29:28 UTC

Momentarily silent, Tifa looked past Zack to the sporadically lit street. She pointed her finger in that direction and said, "We're going to the bar," Her resolve wavered a moment later and the brunette thrust her arm left down another street beside them. "Or... this way..." Her face scrunched as she tried to find her bearings. Tifa had always been rather good with direction, but she couldn't recall coming out this far the last time the patients had been allowed free time. Plus, the one time Logan and she had been teleported to the repair shop, they hadn't been able to step outside ( ... )

zack_fair October 23 2010, 09:30:44 UTC

It took Zack a second to really process what Tifa had said. He followed after her nonetheless, but he did have a puzzled expression on his face for a few seconds. "Wait... the bar?" He'd actually been there when they'd gone into town more officially a few days back, but why did Tifa want to go there? Were there some silver knuckles hidden behind the counter or something ( ... )

angst puddle, watch your step 36_24_35 October 25 2010, 02:00:48 UTC

"..... Yes," She eventually responded, very thankful to be standing ahead of Zack while she struggled to keep a straight face. And though she was aware that his questioning sprouted simply from curiosity, the amount of carefully-spoken feedback from everyone was beginning to leave her dispirited. Perhaps her motivation was more shallow than she realized. It was meant for the patients' benefit, but it seemed more likely she was just trying to preserve the way of life that was taken from her. It had been her comfort zone and maybe she was missing it. Adding insult to injury, she had dragged Zack into her self-indulgent project. In his eyes was she no longer professional now that her goal seemed more like an excuse than an asset ( ... )