don't be mad.
Who: Mr. and Mrs. Smith, of course.
When: Day 66, midday~evening? idk
Where: Police Station, eventually.
What: Two guys just infiltrating an abandoned police station. Nothing to see here, move along.
Rating: PG-13, solely for language and gay stuff.
When the fog had settled in some days ago, Coyote had already been discouraged from wandering around town for too long. Now that his shoulder was all messed up, he was even less inclined to go out there. But there was one thing he was willing to brave the fog for, and that was precious, precious ammo. Or at least the possibility of finding said precious ammo.
After shutting his computer off, he stared at it for a moment, then cursed, like he had forgotten to do something on the computer before killing the power. He pulled himself off the seat with a heavy grunt and went over to a window and opened it up all the way. He was up on the second floor, staring across into his lovely neighbor's nicely patched up window that had been previously broken by him some time ago.
Picking up a brick -- what the hell was a brick doing inside? Maybe he was using it as a doorstop -- he chucked it with all the strength one arm could muster, effectively smashing it through the glass.
When: Day 66, midday~evening? idk
Where: Police Station, eventually.
What: Two guys just infiltrating an abandoned police station. Nothing to see here, move along.
Rating: PG-13, solely for language and gay stuff.
When the fog had settled in some days ago, Coyote had already been discouraged from wandering around town for too long. Now that his shoulder was all messed up, he was even less inclined to go out there. But there was one thing he was willing to brave the fog for, and that was precious, precious ammo. Or at least the possibility of finding said precious ammo.
After shutting his computer off, he stared at it for a moment, then cursed, like he had forgotten to do something on the computer before killing the power. He pulled himself off the seat with a heavy grunt and went over to a window and opened it up all the way. He was up on the second floor, staring across into his lovely neighbor's nicely patched up window that had been previously broken by him some time ago.
Picking up a brick -- what the hell was a brick doing inside? Maybe he was using it as a doorstop -- he chucked it with all the strength one arm could muster, effectively smashing it through the glass.