[3] - Like a bomb.
[DAY 1]
[Action: Wee hours in the morning c., what was once 312 Miller St. || Not!Family]
[In the aftermath of the mushroom incident and the whole normal turkey on the doorstep (Of which he was dubious of for at least a few hours upon it's discovery), Badou had been confident nothing terrible would happen anytime soon. How wrong he is as he suddenly wakes up from the couch he'd been sleeping on. Or rather what was left of it, nothing but ashes and the charred smell of burnt fabric to mark it's location. Getting to his feet quickly he notices not only the lack of a house but the devastation around him and that cloud in the distance. He's never seen this much damage before, even with the shit that went down underground. There's something instinctually horrible to him about this whole situation. And as if in response, there's a shred of panic welling up inside him, the same kind when he saw those Dog-masked soldiers again. And it's not a feeling he's keen on associating with again. It takes him a moment before he's on his knees, digging through the ashes for cigarettes.]
Fuck. Fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!
[He knows he should check on his pretend kids and even his drone wife but goddamnit, he needs his cigarettes right now. Let luck at least give him one thing to keep him level.]
[Action: The rest of the day || All]
[There's a certain sense of urgency as he walks in the streets. As he tries to take it in. He's salvaged some cigarettes and it's quite clear he's agitated as he puffs furiously on one, clouding himself in a wreath of smoke that's heavy even by his usual standards. He's also trying to ignore the charred remains and and ash rings everywhere.
Not sure what to expect and mentally cursing himself for not having bought a gun sooner, he has a salvaged kitchen knife tied to his waist with a salvaged tie. He'll be checking in on people he vaguely is starting to feel like are friends. Also the grocery store, or what's left of it, to see if there's any salvageable goods. He'll help clear rubble or anything if you try to ask probably.
Usually he turns tail and runs when disaster strikes or any harm on his person is a possibility. But how do you retreat when the world's come to an end?]
[Action: Wee hours in the morning c., what was once 312 Miller St. || Not!Family]
[In the aftermath of the mushroom incident and the whole normal turkey on the doorstep (Of which he was dubious of for at least a few hours upon it's discovery), Badou had been confident nothing terrible would happen anytime soon. How wrong he is as he suddenly wakes up from the couch he'd been sleeping on. Or rather what was left of it, nothing but ashes and the charred smell of burnt fabric to mark it's location. Getting to his feet quickly he notices not only the lack of a house but the devastation around him and that cloud in the distance. He's never seen this much damage before, even with the shit that went down underground. There's something instinctually horrible to him about this whole situation. And as if in response, there's a shred of panic welling up inside him, the same kind when he saw those Dog-masked soldiers again. And it's not a feeling he's keen on associating with again. It takes him a moment before he's on his knees, digging through the ashes for cigarettes.]
Fuck. Fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!
[He knows he should check on his pretend kids and even his drone wife but goddamnit, he needs his cigarettes right now. Let luck at least give him one thing to keep him level.]
[Action: The rest of the day || All]
[There's a certain sense of urgency as he walks in the streets. As he tries to take it in. He's salvaged some cigarettes and it's quite clear he's agitated as he puffs furiously on one, clouding himself in a wreath of smoke that's heavy even by his usual standards. He's also trying to ignore the charred remains and and ash rings everywhere.
Not sure what to expect and mentally cursing himself for not having bought a gun sooner, he has a salvaged kitchen knife tied to his waist with a salvaged tie. He'll be checking in on people he vaguely is starting to feel like are friends. Also the grocery store, or what's left of it, to see if there's any salvageable goods. He'll help clear rubble or anything if you try to ask probably.
Usually he turns tail and runs when disaster strikes or any harm on his person is a possibility. But how do you retreat when the world's come to an end?]