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"What places are you speaking of?" Ipkis asked curiously. "Mind, there is probably several places no one has raided, but because they think not of it or don't think they can."
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Cleo: You find a masterwork scrub brush, a trash can, a real toothbrush, a pillow, a fake toothbrush, a little Hi!non-sapient rat, The handle is as a Quarterstaffa mop, Halloween Decorations 6 weeks in advance(grr), 10 dollars, and... a kitchen knife set! 4 Daggers, 2 ShortswordsWeapons!. Good stuff. You return with your broken, squeaky shopping cart.
You hear the sounds of vehicles moving around in the distance. Perhaps you should not stay here where they can find you and throw you to the dogs.
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. |
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Cleo looked at the rat with her head quirked to the side for a moment. Rats were one of those things that Mom and Dad had told her that she shouldn't eat ("You don't know where that's been!"). Her instincts, however, were telling her it was dinner. ...Well, they had told her that dinner came from the grocery store.... Oh, well, what's the worst that could happen?
Of course, by the time she had come to this conclusion, the rat had sensed the presence of a predator and skittered away. She pulled the squeaky-wheeled cart to where the others were talking. The two longer knives went carefully into her pockets, along with the $10. Granted, she doubted the money would be useful, but Mom and Dad loved the stuff.... "This is everything I could find. If something looks useful, grab it. Otherwise, let's get moving. I don't like the sound of those cars coming." |
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Looking up at the sound of cars, Tango whined. Cars these days meant strange animal-people that were not friendly to either animals looking for their family, or family. Viewing the kills that Cleo brought back for the group, Tango grabbed the pillow in her teeth and motioned to the exits. "Mmmphrooo."
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Ipkis was ready to go! "We might as well look at one of those places and see what can be done with it, no?" Hmm....did anyone actually invite the cat, apart from the cat himself?
Well, maybe he can climb through a window and...somehow open a door? Stranger things can happen. He made sure to grab his bucket in mouth.
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Grabbing one of the knives Liz started to play with it as she spoke. "Well, as we all seem to be in agreement shall we be off?" All the while the knife she held, she balanced, twirled, tossed into the air and caught it dramatically pointing toward the front door. "Uh, I read how to do that in a book." Did I? She thought to herself.
As she walked she heard the vehicles, and didn't think too much of it, till she remembered the knife she was brandishing. "Um... I suggest we leave through the backdoor instead." Last edited by Pumpkinhead11; Aug 19th, 2014 at 06:35 AM. |
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You head out through receiving, so as to avoid any roadside pickups. It's... grungy back here. Also full of smashed boxes, from looters and such. Still, there's a few nice things.
You find... a crowbar! A gallon jug of lard! A A little forklift like push-cart for moving trays of merchandisepallete jack! A not-broken shopping cart! A box of lightbulbs for throwing at your enemies! A book on He's hiding. Count to 100, and find him!How to Find Jesus! A plastic katana, for the kids! You find nothing else but the smell of delivery trucks and bugs zapped(the zapper has been taken, for reasons unknown).
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Ipkis eyed the lard, recalling how it tasted from one point or another, but declined to ask for some - they were sort of in a hurry. The pallet jack would weight quite a bit though, be loud, and not travel rough terrain very well at all.
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The pallet jack might be of some use for scrap or specific use later. Now did not seem the appropriate time. The lard was pointless. The light-bulbs might be of use. Wait. Lard can be used for cooking. Liz almost trapped herself in the superficial thinking she had just told the others about. A plastic katana. So cool... Her inner child squee'd. Lastly was the book. "Oh! I thought all my books here were lost for good."
The fidgety squirrel placed the books, lard, light-bulbs, and knife into the shopping cart. Strapping the plastic blade of childhood awesomeness to her back, using her shirt as a sheath, she looked toward the others. "This thing's going to make some noise if we use it, but it's the best we can do for now. So I think one or two of us should scout ahead." She said with confidence from the toy weapon sheathed on her back. Last edited by Pumpkinhead11; Aug 20th, 2014 at 04:24 AM. |
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Cleo made sure Tasha had a couple of knives before she volunteered as a scout. "I don't mind going ahead." She started off, keeping her ears open...as if she could close them. Still she was using her eyes, nose, and obviously ears to
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Not wanting to make too much noise, you open the side door. It's a bit of a drop(4 feet or so) down to the loading dock, and you helpfully note a sign near the entrance saying Handicapped Access ->. You ponder the meaning of a wheelchair careening over the drop, but decide there are more important things to do.
Currently, you are on the NORTH side of the grocery store.
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She thought it over for a moment and decided Tango was right. At least without proper bags anything they took with them could way them down too much. The light-bulbs were too bulky, and where they were going should have lard anyways, so Liz decided to grab the knife and books from the cart. "Ok then. Cleo and I will scout ahead just far enough to look out for danger."
She was looking for a sign of understanding. After a nod or verbal noise Liz went to carefully check out the west end of the alley. It would be best if they could get the straightest path there, but remaining unhindered would be the best course to follow. The closer the the opening she got Liz would try to Dice *
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