here to be witty and chew bubble gum
Characters: Aniki (Ganju Shiba) stonewave, Snake (Gin Ichimaru) kamishininoyari
Date/Time: Sept 6, midday.
Location: Scavengers' Yard
Rating: G
Summary: Aniki is still trying to get the hang of this Scavenger thing and runs into someone wandering about.
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It was an odd sort of balance between physical enough to keep him distracted and deliberate enough to keep him from getting bored out of his skull.
For the most part.
Aniki wore a rough pack he'd fashioned out of scraps and a spare blanket (not really so spare after all, given the occasional turns of weather) that rattled and shifted with various odds and ends he'd gathered up. It was hard to tell what was valuable and someone's possible treasure and what rightly deserved to be left behind. Items scattered about, battered and without context save for random chance encounters. Was that doll a bit of rubbish or someone's childhood companion? A bent fork or the last inheritance of a departed loved one?
For the most part, telling himself it was all just refuse and trash waiting to be reused helped. Just objects to be recycled and repurposed and given new meaning.
Odd how much easier that seemed to be for people.
Date/Time: Sept 6, midday.
Location: Scavengers' Yard
Rating: G
Summary: Aniki is still trying to get the hang of this Scavenger thing and runs into someone wandering about.
------
It was an odd sort of balance between physical enough to keep him distracted and deliberate enough to keep him from getting bored out of his skull.
For the most part.
Aniki wore a rough pack he'd fashioned out of scraps and a spare blanket (not really so spare after all, given the occasional turns of weather) that rattled and shifted with various odds and ends he'd gathered up. It was hard to tell what was valuable and someone's possible treasure and what rightly deserved to be left behind. Items scattered about, battered and without context save for random chance encounters. Was that doll a bit of rubbish or someone's childhood companion? A bent fork or the last inheritance of a departed loved one?
For the most part, telling himself it was all just refuse and trash waiting to be reused helped. Just objects to be recycled and repurposed and given new meaning.
Odd how much easier that seemed to be for people.