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discedo_logs2008-05-06 10:49 pm
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Who: Razer and Erol
Where: From Mariner High down to the stores on Ingles.
When: May 6th, afternoon/evening. After this and this.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Razer doesn't mind the storm very much at all, so he's decided to go on a supply run for the people who do. And Erol, having nothing else to do, has been drafted into helping him. Oh, the joy.
the log:
He wasn't looking forward to this. At all. But apparently Ashelin seemed to be operating under the assumption that Razer was going to be Erol's babysitter, and the former commander could stand to make himself useful, so it was really the best course of action.
This was going to be dangerous, particularly considering Erol was to remain unarmed. The thunder and lightning would doubtless have spooked the beasts down on Ingles, perhaps even sent them into full frenzy, so Razer had his remaining knife holstered at his left wrist and his gun--well, it was technically Erol's, but Razer had taken custody of it--holstered on his belt. His jacket was a mess, so wearing it would have been more of a hindrance than a form of protection, but at least he didn't have to worry about getting sick from the cold. It wasn't even that cold, to be honest. Nothing like the blizzards up North, and he'd gone out in those before...
Of course, there weren't Metalheads and monsters out in the blizzards up North, and he hadn't ever gone traipsing through one in search of coats and clay with his dead ex-boyfriend. The cold still wasn't really an issue, though, and if the hail hurt him then his eco would take care of the damage. This was something that had to be done, and he was the best person to do it.
That didn't mean he had to like it.
He stopped in front of the highschool, one hand on his hip and the other lifting to cup his mouth so Erol--standing just under the eave over there--could hear him over the wind and the hail.
"It is getting late, Mein Kommandant!" he called. "We need to be going now, or it will be dark before we get back!"
Where: From Mariner High down to the stores on Ingles.
When: May 6th, afternoon/evening. After this and this.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Razer doesn't mind the storm very much at all, so he's decided to go on a supply run for the people who do. And Erol, having nothing else to do, has been drafted into helping him. Oh, the joy.
the log:
He wasn't looking forward to this. At all. But apparently Ashelin seemed to be operating under the assumption that Razer was going to be Erol's babysitter, and the former commander could stand to make himself useful, so it was really the best course of action.
This was going to be dangerous, particularly considering Erol was to remain unarmed. The thunder and lightning would doubtless have spooked the beasts down on Ingles, perhaps even sent them into full frenzy, so Razer had his remaining knife holstered at his left wrist and his gun--well, it was technically Erol's, but Razer had taken custody of it--holstered on his belt. His jacket was a mess, so wearing it would have been more of a hindrance than a form of protection, but at least he didn't have to worry about getting sick from the cold. It wasn't even that cold, to be honest. Nothing like the blizzards up North, and he'd gone out in those before...
Of course, there weren't Metalheads and monsters out in the blizzards up North, and he hadn't ever gone traipsing through one in search of coats and clay with his dead ex-boyfriend. The cold still wasn't really an issue, though, and if the hail hurt him then his eco would take care of the damage. This was something that had to be done, and he was the best person to do it.
That didn't mean he had to like it.
He stopped in front of the highschool, one hand on his hip and the other lifting to cup his mouth so Erol--standing just under the eave over there--could hear him over the wind and the hail.
"It is getting late, Mein Kommandant!" he called. "We need to be going now, or it will be dark before we get back!"