*It's off to work, with a sack of broken pieces and things to be dropped off at the junkyard. At least his bed's been left in tact, for the most part, but there's still been a mess left in their apartment, not to mention one less roommate*Well, compared to the junk I'd seen bein' cleaned out around the rest'a the apartments, I'm thinkin' we got ( Read more... )

[He's finishing up his shift at the bar, and keeping an eye on the door, checking out who is coming and going. He knows that he and Yukino are going to meet up at some point, and has been prepared all week for that to happen. In the meantime, though, he'll be more than happy to serve you some drinks ( Read more... )

Greetings. Today is Rations Allocation Day. Today is also Mark. If it rains today, there will be no additional frost for the season. Rations will be held at Victory Square from 10 00 hours until 19 00 hours. Bring your identification with you. Persons unable to bring their identification will not be served. Any disrespect to the soldiers ( Read more... )

*Doo-dee-doo, getting stuff together before he heads off for patrol-times at yuck-o-clock*

Plotting would be a lot easier if you knew where you had to go. Pff. Oh well. Soon!

((Note: Taking place towards midnight!))

[She's trudging along outside, on her way to work. Can't let a little thing like a zombie invasion ruin your work week, right? Right.

Once to the junkyard, she's busying herself busting things up and hauling things around.]

((feel free to pester her on the way to work, at her job, or on her way home :3))

[Pouring over the job positions, arms folded.]

...Gotta find something...

[Sigh.]

Extra money would be great.

[Augh, frustrating. More pleasant things, ahoy!]

Wonder if anyone else would be interested in helping me throw that party...

*at work; she's staring off into space with nothing to do*

*then she suddenly snaps out of it and sighs deeply*

Time to go on errands before lunch.

*gets up and is now walking around the business district with papers for delivery*

[Giselle is at work. ;Well, there's nothing wrong with that.

Reading? Nothing wrong with that either.

Notepad next to her, with stick figures? No problem.

( This book? This is a problem. )

[He's found a job playing piano in the brothel, and although he doesn't get paid regular wages, he doesn't mind--he was never paid at all, back home]

[He's in the brothel now, playing piano, and if you get a little closer, you'll find that he's propped a sign on top of the piano that says "Piano Lessons"]

[She's on patrol, but she hasn't come across anyone to arrest or even reprimand for doing something they shouldn't. At least it's not too cold out anymore, and she can talk again, but she's awfully bored]

[So bored, in fact, that she's singing as she walks, to give herself something to do]