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Post by Azrael on Mar 13, 2018 6:39:52 GMT
A closed up mall known for its safe haven from undead outbreaks. A trading market is kept here.
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Post by Azrael on Mar 14, 2018 20:47:52 GMT
CROW "If you have ghosts, You have everything."
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Crow awoke to the usual noises of the haven. People talking droned on and on. It was an easy enough sound to fall asleep to, but today it seemed to split an ache into Crow’s brain. He sat up from the makeshift cot on the floor and yawned quietly. Eventually he would rise and pack his things for a day of savaging for parts. He looked around now, the market wasn’t too far away from where he was.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2018 1:30:07 GMT
ALYS THILDORN
Alys stomped her way into the mall with heavy footsteps, properly pissed off at the world. Between the terrible quality of sleep she got, the sore bruise at the base of her spine, and now her shirt being torn almost to the point of being scrap, she was in no mood for funny business. With her heavy strides she arrived at the market in almost no time, slapping down some rations and then yanking a new shirt out of a young girl's hands without a word. When she saw the upset shock on the girl's face Alys didn't blame herself, she blamed the crazy old loon outside who tried to snatch her backpack, consequently leading to the cat fight of her life that left her feeling frazzled and with an aching tailbone from being knocked backwards. Needless to say she was ready for some alone time.
Not that alone time was very easy to find in the mall. With a roll of her eyes Alys threw down her bag, yanked off her old shirt, straightened out the stained white tank she'd been wearing underneath, and slipped the new one on. It was forest green, thin and with long sleeves. It even had one of those useless little hoods that she hated. Great. Looking down at herself she realized her ratty jeans and boots could also use retirement, but she didn't have much more to trade. Feeling tired and defeated Alys leaned against the wall she was near and slid down to the floor. With her legs splayed out and head thrown back she knew she probably looked a mess, but at this point she just didn't care.
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Post by Azrael on Mar 15, 2018 4:25:58 GMT
CROW "If you have ghosts, You have everything."
Biography - Tagged: @razza
Crow stood beside his cot for a long while, stretching out the aches and pains that came with sleeping in such place. He turned to the old man who held residence beside him and curtly nodded, letting the guy know he was heading out. He scooped up his pack and threw it over his shoulder. He turned his eyes and began walking for the trade. His eyes looked up and traced each person he passed. And from this, he collided right with Alys. He backed up a pace and looked to her with wide eyes of alarm, "Oh, I'm terribly sorry!" He said honestly, holding up his hands to mean he meant no harm. He studied her in quick calculation, his brows furrowing slightly.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2018 17:31:40 GMT
ALYS THILDORN
Alys was jerked out of her thoughts by some unknown force colliding with her body. She let out a gasp of surprise, but steadied herself almost as soon as it happened, her frustration building up as tension in her shoulders. With a glare she jerked her head up to see who'd nearly trampled her, but the anger fizzled at the familiar sight of Crow's face, alarm etched all over it as he rushed out an apology. Crow was one of the more tolerable people Alys knew in Tristitia, so she'd let him off the hook just this once. "Stop, you're fine," she huffed, heaving herself upwards so she was standing in front of him and taking a moment to bend down and grab her backpack and old shirt. "No broken bones."
Alys squinted her eyes as he watched her, and with the feeling that he wouldn't let her off so easy she was quick to change the subject. "Where are you off to in such a hustle anyway?"
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Post by Azrael on Mar 15, 2018 20:47:27 GMT
CROW "If you have ghosts, You have everything."
Biography - Tagged: @razza
Crow blinked several times and backed up another pace. “Alys.” He placed finally, and exhaled with relief that she wasn’t going to have a problem with him. His shoulders relaxed and he looked around slowly. “Going scavenging for parts for Mr. Ferbon.” He thought about the old man who liked to craft and work on mechanics. He offered good pay. Crow straightened his posture and raised his brows, “What were you doing standing around?” He asked in return.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2018 0:58:13 GMT
ALYS THILDORN
A thoughtful look flashed across Alys' face as Crow told her about his scavenging plans, her hands fiddling with the loose threads of her scrapped t-shirt. She normally wouldn't even consider asking to join, but she was now a few rations down because of the trade she just had to make, and despite her independent nature Alys did prefer to have backup when she went scavenging. "I was just getting ready to go scavenging, myself," she fabricated, nose turned up slightly in an attempt to look unbothered. "So I'll tag along. If that's cool with you."
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Post by Azrael on Mar 16, 2018 1:53:41 GMT
CROW "If you have ghosts, You have everything."
Biography - Tagged: @razza
Crow was a little taken aback by her self invitation. He wasn’t against her coming along, just a little surprised. “Okay, sure you can come along. Just as long as you can fend for yourself?” He looked her over. He didn’t doubt it by her fiery attitude, he just wondered if she was properly equipped. He shook his head, “You probably can. Come on.” He motioned with a jerk of his head for her to follow along with him. He walked along through the market, nodding to people he knew and people he didn’t.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2018 5:22:23 GMT
ALYS THILDORN
Alys squirmed as Crow looked her over, awaiting his response. She only stopped when he decided she could tag along, not that she would take no for an answer, scoffing at the question of whether or not she could look out for herself. "Duh," she mumbled underneath her breath as he walked away. She quickly maneuvered her backpack to the front of her body and wadded the old tshirt into a side pocket, retrieving her switchblade and shoving it into her jeans before zipping up and jogging to catch up with where Crow had gained some distance ahead of her. Alys hung back and stayed silent as he lead the way, taking in the way Crow nodded to random faces they passed. It was clear he was far more well liked than her by the general public. All Alys got from strangers were nasty glares and maybe even the finger on a good day, but it stopped bothering her a long time ago - she didn't like them any more than they liked her, to be fair.
Notes: sorry for the long gaps in between posts bb, i'll be more on top of things this weekend. also if you want a location change you can pick where ever and i'll follow suit |
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