05-20-2018, 07:14 AM
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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.."
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.."
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[align=center]gregory / 17 / trans male / married to legiana
[align=center]gregory / 17 / trans male / married to legiana