12-21-2011, 12:44 PM
Sebastian was fascinated by the airport. He was fascinated by nearly every example of human architecture, but this building was especially interesting to him. Long hallways, huge glass walls, and those enormous winged monstrosities made of metal. At least, he assumed they were made of metal. Despite the dust and filth around the airport, it was in remarkable shape. It had been built to last.
Snow fell heavily outside, blanketing the building and the surrounding land. Sebastian frowned as he gazed out on the winter wonderland. It was freezing outside, and not a hell of a lot better in the airport. He hadn't been able to scrounge much from the place, and the huge interior was not much good at retaining heat. He wanted some shelter from the winter, but he had not encountered any urban packs- his preferred environment, even if it was a little harder to find food.
The Italian needed some form of shelter. He didn't even have blankets. Sebastian wandered away from the window, padding slowly down the escalator until he could lie down on a conveyor belt. The rusty-red artisan laid down on his back, looking up at the ceiling as he crossed his legs. It was midday, but he already felt tired.
Tired enough to rest, but not enough to sleep. Perhaps it was time to think about joining a pack, or at least bartering to get a blanket.
Snow fell heavily outside, blanketing the building and the surrounding land. Sebastian frowned as he gazed out on the winter wonderland. It was freezing outside, and not a hell of a lot better in the airport. He hadn't been able to scrounge much from the place, and the huge interior was not much good at retaining heat. He wanted some shelter from the winter, but he had not encountered any urban packs- his preferred environment, even if it was a little harder to find food.
The Italian needed some form of shelter. He didn't even have blankets. Sebastian wandered away from the window, padding slowly down the escalator until he could lie down on a conveyor belt. The rusty-red artisan laid down on his back, looking up at the ceiling as he crossed his legs. It was midday, but he already felt tired.
Tired enough to rest, but not enough to sleep. Perhaps it was time to think about joining a pack, or at least bartering to get a blanket.