10-22-2009, 05:21 AM
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| http://sleepyglow.net/rp/rurik/rurik_tropic.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:230px; padding-left:25px; padding-right:25px; padding-bottom:25px;"> Again, I has fail. D: The ruins of the old world were in a state of sorry disrepair, and the big gray wolf had to sidestep debris as he went, gingerly avoiding the deadly glitter of broken glass and the orange rust of some ancient nail. Some places were in better shape than others, and this one had been pretty sullied even in the human's time, or so he read from the graffiti tagged on some of the walls. Lifting a brow, the Russian peered around his immediate surroundings once more, discerning without a doubt that there was nothing of use to be found here, nor any knowledge about lodgings. Lily was a little displeased with being left without her father; after all, what did she and Silas know about this kind of place? Where were they even supposed to begin? Hesitating just a moment, she took off after her brother, following him quickly and slowing to his pace once she'd caught up. "No problem," she quipped with a nervous grin, leering over at the darkness that swallowed the area behind that drop. "Don't think I want to go anywhere near over there," the tawny canine added, wrinkling her nose at the tunnel. The girl cocked her head to the side and peered around at her brother's question, shrugging. "None of those papers say anything useful?" she asked. If speaking English was difficult for Lily, reading it was doubly so, and she simply could not get used to the odd letters so different from her native tongue. If they actually found a kiosk, she'd be next to useless in reading it, unless it came accompanied with Russian translations. Rurik figured their best hope for now would be a house, if they could find one, but barring that, a motel might do just as well. This was a city and there was an airport; no doubt there would have been travelers in need of a quick rest. The silvery wolf made his way closer to his children again, and found they'd already delved into the deeper parts of the station. He made his way cautiously down the same steps, peering around as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. "Anything?" the wolf asked as he strode over to his children. He gave a long look at the fliers, and wandered over, tentatively removing one to reveal a slice of map, hidden beneath several layers of paper. "Oh, here!" the Russian said excitedly. It seemed in the wake of infection, travel had been less important than the warnings (and obituaries) posted. There were biohazard signs on some of the papers, detailing the effects of infection. Others were mementos for loved ones lost, and still others were simple wishes of hope. He grimaced and crumpled that one to the side, finding it rather macabre. |