Let's go get lost
Characters: Castor (unevoked), Pollux (ziongaiv) and OPEN~
Date/Time: Evening, March 11
Location: Scavenger's yard
Rating: PG?
Summary: Gemini Bros counter the cold with an Oil-Drum Hobo Fire. Roasted marshmallows, ghost stories, and games of frisbee encouraged.
------
It hadn't taken long after getting to the Scavenger's Yard to find a decent area and clear it of flammable objects. Once the rifle barrels, wooden swords, all the dangerous what-have-yous were out of a small area, they were free to roll out a large metal barrel. With enough tinder, wood, and the help of Castor's zippo, the fire was started and steadily burning in the drum, casting a warm, orange glow over the mounds of junk.
They were situated a fair distance from the elevator, but still within sight, and hopefully not far enough out to draw the attention of trash-monsters. Then again, maybe the fire would keep them at bay.
After a bit, he drew out his lighter again, glad to finally have a chance to light up and take a drag of his cigarette as he sat back in what might have once been a refrigerator before being gutted and the top half cut away. Or maybe it was some other box thing. Who even knew down here.
[Feel free to tag in wherever, jump thread, or whatever you damn well please~ They'll probably be chilling there and hanging out most of the night.]
Date/Time: Evening, March 11
Location: Scavenger's yard
Rating: PG?
Summary: Gemini Bros counter the cold with an Oil-Drum Hobo Fire. Roasted marshmallows, ghost stories, and games of frisbee encouraged.
------
It hadn't taken long after getting to the Scavenger's Yard to find a decent area and clear it of flammable objects. Once the rifle barrels, wooden swords, all the dangerous what-have-yous were out of a small area, they were free to roll out a large metal barrel. With enough tinder, wood, and the help of Castor's zippo, the fire was started and steadily burning in the drum, casting a warm, orange glow over the mounds of junk.
They were situated a fair distance from the elevator, but still within sight, and hopefully not far enough out to draw the attention of trash-monsters. Then again, maybe the fire would keep them at bay.
After a bit, he drew out his lighter again, glad to finally have a chance to light up and take a drag of his cigarette as he sat back in what might have once been a refrigerator before being gutted and the top half cut away. Or maybe it was some other box thing. Who even knew down here.
[Feel free to tag in wherever, jump thread, or whatever you damn well please~ They'll probably be chilling there and hanging out most of the night.]