12-02-2009, 11:21 PM
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This morning Snake had woken up early. Not because he wanted to—it was the cold. It crept in through the windows that were busted and the cracks in the general shell of the automobile den. He had piled in all the softer materials he could find in the Landfill and what he could pilfer from some of the rooms in the mansion. But it was very sparse. He had ripped the less-nasty side off of an old mattress and slept on it, but he didn’t have much else besides that and a few torn, thin blankets. It was very inadequate for the winter that was rolling in, and Snake was unhappy. But he did not want to go to Halifax to scavenge alone. He had tried that once, and he had nearly gotten his brain beat in by a guy with a baseball bat.
He rose and began to walk towards the borders, then along them in a general northward direction. It was mostly a patrol, to see if anyone (especially Daisuke) thought it a good idea to go wandering across the borders onto coyote land. He didn’t notice anything amiss until he spied, from a distance, a figure that was familiar to him. He had met the woman a few days ago by the fire outside Kaena’s den, and remembered her as a timid girl enslaved to the Centurion. Curious as to what she was doing away from her master, he approached her.
Knowing how skittish she may be, he kept his head down and his disposition generally relaxed. He didn’t want to appear a threat. “Hello again, Vieira,” he greeted in his usual tone. “Where are you going?” Light curiosity—there was no threat in his voice whatsoever. Snake made sure that his voice was just as calm, flat, and impassive as ever.
This morning Snake had woken up early. Not because he wanted to—it was the cold. It crept in through the windows that were busted and the cracks in the general shell of the automobile den. He had piled in all the softer materials he could find in the Landfill and what he could pilfer from some of the rooms in the mansion. But it was very sparse. He had ripped the less-nasty side off of an old mattress and slept on it, but he didn’t have much else besides that and a few torn, thin blankets. It was very inadequate for the winter that was rolling in, and Snake was unhappy. But he did not want to go to Halifax to scavenge alone. He had tried that once, and he had nearly gotten his brain beat in by a guy with a baseball bat.
He rose and began to walk towards the borders, then along them in a general northward direction. It was mostly a patrol, to see if anyone (especially Daisuke) thought it a good idea to go wandering across the borders onto coyote land. He didn’t notice anything amiss until he spied, from a distance, a figure that was familiar to him. He had met the woman a few days ago by the fire outside Kaena’s den, and remembered her as a timid girl enslaved to the Centurion. Curious as to what she was doing away from her master, he approached her.
Knowing how skittish she may be, he kept his head down and his disposition generally relaxed. He didn’t want to appear a threat. “Hello again, Vieira,” he greeted in his usual tone. “Where are you going?” Light curiosity—there was no threat in his voice whatsoever. Snake made sure that his voice was just as calm, flat, and impassive as ever.
table credit goes to jacoby
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