08-31-2008, 02:47 PM
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Water, water, everywhere... it was definitely time for something else. Boomer had broken off from the expedition once they hit Lake Erie. Had the journey across the Atlantic not been enough? He realised that the lake was much smaller than the ocean but by that point he was no longer interested. It felt as if they'd finally lost their sea legs and by then he just wanted to feel dry land beneath his feet at least until the winter's end. After bidding them all farewell, he'd turned back in approximately the direction they had come from and wound up here. Wherever "here" was he wasn't quite sure. A lot of North America seemed relatively barren (especially since his last memories of land came from Europe). None of the human cities here had been heavily repaired--this one was quite overgrown with various vines and other greenery. Frowning slightly as he paused near an old fountain, the tattooed dingo placed his sack on the ground and began to rummage through it. The contents were all very dear to him, but one of his belongings was much more unique than the rest--a functional Polaroid camera he'd obtained from a friend in Belgium. Snapping a picture of the algae covered and rusted fountain, he waved the photograph back and forth as he waited for it to develop. In the meanwhile, he pulled out an album and flipped to a picture of a different fountain in Spain--this one was clean and functional, driven by gravity or natural springs or some such thing, and looked so much happier than the one here. Pulling out a pen, he scrawled down the date and extremely approximate location on the new picture. table by jesile/amanda! <3 |