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[ showcase #12 - overture ]
Nov. 25th, 2011 10:10 pmIf mankind perished utterly;
And Spring herself when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone.
--Sara Teasdale - "There Will Come Soft Rains"
[ Action - 1491 Kramden - Late morning ]
[Spending the extra time and money to reinforce the house during renovations had served the Jordan clan well. If anything, it meant that the occupants had a little less in the way of wreckage to scramble out of that morning, as the sun rose higher behind the dense cloud of yellow.
Hal shovels another pile of dirt from the shallow grave. He won't let his thoughts rest too heavily on just why the drones were flash-fried in their beds while the non-natives remained alive and, at least for now, well. The fact is they were, and the small corpses presented a biohazard that had to be dealt with. Immolation left a sour taste in his mouth, so the bodies were wrapped hastily in their bed linens and carried out into the charred yard.
One, two, like stones dropped into a pond. He works with all due haste.]
[ Action - Grocer's - Supply run ]
[Carrying a rucksack, Hal is nimbly working his way through the rubble, hunting for the shine of tin or the gleam of unbroken glass. It wouldn't be in anyone's favor to make a go at him- the smooth wooden knob of a baseball bat peeks from the bag on his back. He wrestles a moment with a heavy shelving unit, grabbing a nearby cinder block in gloved hands and shoving it in place. He shines his flashlight into the darkness beneath, his expression unreadable beneath the bandanna covering his mouth and nose.
And then, he shimmies down onto his belly and reaches in.]
Tags:
- action,
- america fuck no,
- event![nukefield],
- grace under pressure,
- graveyard,
- not acting married,
- not without a fight,
- oh hey it's future!coast city,
- pretend the world has ended,
- roll for will,
- survival mode go,
- symbolic type junk,
- this guy's a superhero y'all,
- this is not on my bucket list,
- where's parallax when you need him
