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thearena2014-05-26 12:55 am
celebrityskinned) wrote in thearena2014-05-26 12:55 am
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We Survive Nuclear Seasons [Closed]
WHO| Barricade boys, Max and Venus
WHAT| General allies catch-all post.
WHERE| A store in the middle of town.
WHEN| Week 1
WARNINGS AND NOTES| Discussions of dead spiders. I figure we can set up Les Mis cast & co. threads in here, so just put in your subheading when and with whom you're threading with.
She brings guns from the amusement park.
None of them are loaded, of course; they're just props from the galleries, the ones where young men used to try and show off a skill bygone in the fifties to win big stuffed animals for their girlfriends. Still, she imagines that they look threatening enough, and at the very least they're heavy enough to be useful bludgeons.
The shoe store, aside from the splatter of blood in the carpet, has been relatively put back together after the spider attack. The shoes are again in boxes, though many of them have been stripped of their heels, which have been broken off to make little shanks. The front door is barricaded with an upturned table and tied off with twine, leaving only the back door as a reasonable entrance. All told, there is a store room, an employee office, the main room with a cash counter, and a bathroom. It's not cozy, but the bathroom has running water, and Venus has erected her tent in the office with intent to share it with Joly.
The spider corpse has been unceremoniously dumped in the street a few hundred yards from the store. Every day it gets a little bit more putrid.
Joly found himself a boxcutter from the back, and Venus still has her chain, which she's outfitted with a piece of one of the foot-sizers to have a heavy 'dart' end. She trained a few times with a nine-piece chain-whip as a teenager, and has been trying to dust off the skill when she's not looking for allies or supplies.
"Scream if anyone shows up," she tells Joly, then clambers up to the roof via a gutter pipe in the back. She paces across the shingles, swinging the chain less out of habit and more to try and make herself familiar with the weight of it, toeing her way over pieces of the roofing that seem moldy and dangerous. Now that it's later in the evening, the temperature has gone back down, and her jacket seems cold with the sweat the humidity leeched from her earlier in the day.
She shades her eyes and looks out over the Arena. The fog's still too thick to see anything on the ground, but from above it she can make out the ferris wheel and rollercoaster in the back, the lake with dull clouds skating across its surface to the east. And she can, potentially, make out allies.
WHAT| General allies catch-all post.
WHERE| A store in the middle of town.
WHEN| Week 1
WARNINGS AND NOTES| Discussions of dead spiders. I figure we can set up Les Mis cast & co. threads in here, so just put in your subheading when and with whom you're threading with.
She brings guns from the amusement park.
None of them are loaded, of course; they're just props from the galleries, the ones where young men used to try and show off a skill bygone in the fifties to win big stuffed animals for their girlfriends. Still, she imagines that they look threatening enough, and at the very least they're heavy enough to be useful bludgeons.
The shoe store, aside from the splatter of blood in the carpet, has been relatively put back together after the spider attack. The shoes are again in boxes, though many of them have been stripped of their heels, which have been broken off to make little shanks. The front door is barricaded with an upturned table and tied off with twine, leaving only the back door as a reasonable entrance. All told, there is a store room, an employee office, the main room with a cash counter, and a bathroom. It's not cozy, but the bathroom has running water, and Venus has erected her tent in the office with intent to share it with Joly.
The spider corpse has been unceremoniously dumped in the street a few hundred yards from the store. Every day it gets a little bit more putrid.
Joly found himself a boxcutter from the back, and Venus still has her chain, which she's outfitted with a piece of one of the foot-sizers to have a heavy 'dart' end. She trained a few times with a nine-piece chain-whip as a teenager, and has been trying to dust off the skill when she's not looking for allies or supplies.
"Scream if anyone shows up," she tells Joly, then clambers up to the roof via a gutter pipe in the back. She paces across the shingles, swinging the chain less out of habit and more to try and make herself familiar with the weight of it, toeing her way over pieces of the roofing that seem moldy and dangerous. Now that it's later in the evening, the temperature has gone back down, and her jacket seems cold with the sweat the humidity leeched from her earlier in the day.
She shades her eyes and looks out over the Arena. The fog's still too thick to see anything on the ground, but from above it she can make out the ferris wheel and rollercoaster in the back, the lake with dull clouds skating across its surface to the east. And she can, potentially, make out allies.