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Post by Lawnmower Joe on Aug 20, 2011 15:43:47 GMT -5
"Well that's a promising recruit", said Balalaika, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Unlike Yuras, Balalaika would not have cared about Arina. She'd taken along her share of useless greenhorns on dangerous expeditions and had seen them get killed by mutants without any remorse whatsoever. The fact was that even the most hopelessly inexperienced of the inexperienced was still useful up on the surface, albeit as a good way of distracting a roving mutant while she got away.
Oh well. Even Yuras' drunkard would make for a good tidbit to keep the monsters at bay if things turned nasty. What worried Balalaika wasn't the run-of-the-mill beasts that roamed the blasted streets of Moscow. No. It was whatever was in the Kremlin that worried her, or rather, terrified her. She'd survived going there once...but would she survive a second time? Even when not looking at the red stars on the Kremlin's towers, she had felt a strong urge to head into the government buildings, to go underground in order to join something.
And whatever that something was, she didn't want to meet it.
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Post by blackpapermoon on Sept 1, 2011 11:01:32 GMT -5
“What, does he remind you too much off yourself,” snided Yuras with his own venomous sarcasm, “or maybe you need a mirror in front of you when you drink.”
Bear who was still far too intoxicated by the Vodka he guzzled down only hours before was none the wiser of what the younger scavengers where talking about. The older man looked at his guests and rubbed the back of his fat neck, thirteen years of doing nothing but drinking, eating and sleeping tented to widen ones girth.
“So you two have a place to stay for the night,” asked Bear in a surprisingly graceful manner for a drunk, “I'd be willing to open my humble home up for you.”
“- Thanks for the offer,” quickly replied Yuras whom want to be able to sleep without being woken by the old veteran's loud snoring, “but I was going to rent a place for the day.”
After bidding Bear farewell, he left the old stalker's hovel. Being under contract for the Brahmins had its perks, like in this case. He was able to get a two cot room inside a train car without paying a singel bullet. Whether or not Anastasia would join him was up to her, she was abled bodied adult and thus so could make her own choices. Ferret pulled down his cot and kicked off his boots before settling down to rest.He would need the sleep for the long and dangerous trip, however his sleep was fitful. He tossed and turned, his dreams haunted by dark visions of the kremlin, dark shadowy figures and the skeletal remains that belonged to his wife and son. Sitting up suddenly, he panted with sweat on his brow a bit of blood drip from his nose, the stress from the nightmares had caused a small blood vessel to pop. He swiped his nose and tossed his legs of over the side of the cot before burying his face in his hands. Silently he cursed the Brahmins and the original finder of the eggs.
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Post by Lawnmower Joe on Sept 6, 2011 15:54:36 GMT -5
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