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SO GIVE ME CREDIT WHERE IT'S DUE / open joining - dannychan - 05-20-2018
[align=center][div style="width:400px;line-height:0.9;text-align:justify;font-size:10pt;"]/below the line is the only important stuff!! my "F" key is a little broken so sorry for any typos!!
Arika had to stop and assess his situation for a moment. he was sat on the roof of a building, staring down at what had to be a jackpot through a broken skylight- there was everything from food, to guns, to miscellaneous items that could be added to his machines and sculptures- though, it was being guarded by at least seven very large men. he could drop in, grab some things and run.. or, he could throw down his last grenade, but that would risk his own life, and all of the loot down below. maybe, when they fell asleep, he could lower himself down, but that risked them waking up at any clatter they heard. so, there were many problems, and so few solutions that it almost wasn't worth going down..
almost.
he had decided that maybe he could lure one of his horses in, and then take the stuff as they try to get the horses back inside.. or he could lure in some stray dogs, as he didn't want to risk losing those horses, especially as they were what carried his home along. after a solid hour of contemplation, he had decided-
wait.
where did the men go?
as he peeked through the skylight, he would notice the men were gone, and if he listened closely, he could hear the sound of heavy snoring. "maybe they should get themselves checked out, because that snoring is monstrous!" he commented to himself, smirking wickedly as he found a sturdy pole, turning a dial on his prosthetic so that the hand portion popped out and fell to the roof with a loud clang. he paused before hearing the snoring start back up, and sighed in relief, trying to get his heart to calm down before moving to attach the hand to the pole, tightening the pegs that allowed the fingers to move and stay in place so that it wouldn't budge, and as he moved back, a rope seemed to extend from the arm portion.
he smirked and moved to get his bag ready, opening it and making sure his wrench was in the inner pocket before taking it out and slowly turning a large bolt on the inner arm. the more he did this, the more rope that extended, and then he was able to drop into the skylight with a soft grunt. he always hated this part. as he slowly turned the bolt, the rope would drop him lower and lower until his feet hit the hard, cracking tile of the floor. he loosened the bolt a little bit more to have enough to walk.
he slowly began to move around, gathering things he needed and then examining his bags contents. a gun, bullets from as many of the guns that he could carry, gears, random metal objects, and food- as well as a nice painting and a light bulb. he would say that was a pretty cool, and he had gotten extremely lucky, too! or, he thought he did, at the very least, except the snoring had stopped, and half way through cranking himself up, that's when he heard it.
"What the fuck?!" there was the yell he had been dreading, and he was able to get just out of the mans reach, his fingers just barely grazing arika's shoe. once he was cranked up, he started to pull himself up. he turned when he made it back onto the roof and smirked through the skylight. "maybe fix your skylight!!" he called down and rushed to grab his prosthetic's hand and stuff it and the rope into the bag, jumping down the fire escape floor by floor and jumping into what looked like a miniature house that was pulled by four very large horses.
as he rushed to the reins, he cracked them and the horses began to rush off, moving as quick as they could.
another 'scavenge' successful! he pulled his metal hand from the bag and started to crank the bolt again, and the rope began to be pulled back in, and once the hand was at the wrist, he pushed it in, hearing a click, and then turning the knob and hearing an even loader click. "all better." he mumbled and ran his flesh hand through his threads, sighing as he pulled up his goggles and pulling down his bandana.
now, it was all a matter of where his horses took him, so he pulled the reins and let them go along, standing and going along the very narrow walk way and into the little house portion, which was merely the size of a two twin sized beds sat side by side, and he moved to dump the contents of his bag on the floor.
"time to get to work!"
weeks had passed since the last scavenge, and his horses had drive him right up a mountain.. literally. they had brought him to a freezing cold mountain, so he had to go out and set up the little solar-powered heater. currently, his little wagon was stuck in snow, so he had unhooked the horses, put blankets over them, and started to try and shovel the snow, his jacket pulled close and goggles pulled over his eyes, bandana over his nose.
"this is just my luck.."
Re: SO GIVE ME CREDIT WHERE IT'S DUE / open joining - JOSIE - 05-20-2018
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Jo really had to admit it: their territory wasn't really a good fit for horses and a wagon. Or a scavenger, for that matter. There weren't many important things left in the ski lodge, and what was there was pretty essential to their way of life. Still, she can't say she's all that opposed to the company  a bit, yes, but everyone's a bit opposed to company these days (at least when said company could shoot you in the back). She's learned her lesson since the Captors, and there's something a little tougher about Jo. Less anxious about her job, and not entirely sure that she wants to involve herself in the problems of others anymore. Her patrols are less about exploration and more about protection, and to be honest, she's not fond of this change. If only things could go back to the way they were before, but nobody had built a time machine before the world fell apart. That just meant that she would have to keep moving forward.
And for all her talk about not wanting to be perfectly helpful to everyone who jumped up and asked for it, she doesn't pause before approaching Arika with a smile. That probably says something about her heart versus her brain. "Do you have another shovel or anything? I could help, if you'd like." He looked strange, and she's not sure how he plans to get his wagon the rest of the way up to the lodge after this, but there are some paths that aren't as steep that she could guide him to. Or, if he'd prefer, she could simply turn him around and send him on his way. Whatever she could do to help, really, and that's where her problem lies. Despite her newfound cynicism, Josephine understands that the world will never grow if all it receives is harsh sun and little water. People had to care for each other, just like plants.
Re: SO GIVE ME CREDIT WHERE IT'S DUE / open joining - dannychan - 05-22-2018
[align=center][div style="width:400px;line-height:0.9;text-align:justify;font-size:10pt;"]the voice of a young woman would make him pause, and he would look over his shoulder. a smile spread across his face from under his bandana, and he would prop the scrap piece of metal he had been using to shovel against the wheel. "I am afraid not." he stated and slowly stood, holding out his hands to shake, hearing his horses winnie in the background almost carelessly. "I am Arika. and you?"
/this is so bad bc im exhausted so sorry