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Post by Jack on Dec 14, 2012 22:37:59 GMT -8
"I have clean bandages in my pack but uhh my clothes are" he shrugged "A bit worn... my tailor sort of" he thought of the best way to explain it "died" by being torn limb from limb by four cars
"so... know any place I could get fresh clothes?" he chuckled.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 29, 2012 1:35:05 GMT -8
"I know a couple storage places I hid clothes. I'll give you one...theres a pile not far from here...actually right around the corner. Hopefully no ones found it." She sighed to herself.
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Post by Jack on Dec 29, 2012 11:53:10 GMT -8
"Lead on little lady" he said as he gestured for her to lead the way. They walked for how ever long they had to, if Bastille didn't speak he would do nothing to end the silence for a while at least. By a while more like a minute if that, "So how long have you lived here?"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 29, 2012 15:10:20 GMT -8
She was silent mostly, humming to herself quietly. But when he spoke, only after a short second she cleared her throat. "Uh....I guess, a couple months or so. I've been on the move"
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Post by Jack on Dec 29, 2012 18:26:22 GMT -8
"Cool ..." he mused "around the city or did you leave?" His eyes moved back to focus on what was in front of him.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jul 17, 2013 14:51:37 GMT -8
"Both...kinda" She said musing about it. She quickly shuffled between buildings.
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