[ between his work and being home with his siblings, he'd gotten used to waking up not choking on dust and dirt. he'd grown pretty damn fond of it, actually. aside from the fact that it was a far more pleasant way to wake up (sleep was unpleasant - was, is and probably always will be, at this point - so it's a little nice when at least waking up is half way decent), it was a reminder that he'd left the apocalypse behind.
not that his current situation exactly screams apocalypse. no this feels more like he drank a little too much and passed out (something that dolores would be both pleased and disappointed to hear him admit where she still with him), right down to the headache.
five gets up from the floor of the cabin (apparently) and brushes some of the dust from his face and hair, heading outside to look around, grabbing one of the pamphlets along the way. he stops a few feet from the cabin he woke up in to actually have a look at the information he picked up ]
Goddammit. Diego?! Allion?! [ he calls out to (some of) his siblings as he crumples up the pamphlet and tosses it on the ground.
did he seriously just trade apocalypses? ]
the gas station
[ the pamphlet said there are supplies in the gas station, so sometime over the course of his first day, five has made his way to the gas station. he searches around inside, nothing particular in mind as the object of his search except for something useful. he stuffs some things in his pockets, like medical supplies and some non-perishables, alternating between walking to the things that catch his eye and teleporting in a quick flash of blue light. the items that he takes particular interest in, however, are the switchblades. he grabs one and opens it up, peering closely at the blade, then testing the edge with his thumb. it's not the best weapon he's ever had, but if he needs to use it, it'll do what it needs to ]
wildcard
[ feel free to also run into the obviously poor lost child anywhere between the cabins and gas station as well. or anywhere else if you have an idea you'd like to run with! ]
number five | open
[ between his work and being home with his siblings, he'd gotten used to waking up not choking on dust and dirt. he'd grown pretty damn fond of it, actually. aside from the fact that it was a far more pleasant way to wake up (sleep was unpleasant - was, is and probably always will be, at this point - so it's a little nice when at least waking up is half way decent), it was a reminder that he'd left the apocalypse behind.
not that his current situation exactly screams apocalypse. no this feels more like he drank a little too much and passed out (something that dolores would be both pleased and disappointed to hear him admit where she still with him), right down to the headache.
five gets up from the floor of the cabin (apparently) and brushes some of the dust from his face and hair, heading outside to look around, grabbing one of the pamphlets along the way. he stops a few feet from the cabin he woke up in to actually have a look at the information he picked up ]
Goddammit. Diego?! Allion?! [ he calls out to (some of) his siblings as he crumples up the pamphlet and tosses it on the ground.
did he seriously just trade apocalypses? ]
the gas station
[ the pamphlet said there are supplies in the gas station, so sometime over the course of his first day, five has made his way to the gas station. he searches around inside, nothing particular in mind as the object of his search except for something useful. he stuffs some things in his pockets, like medical supplies and some non-perishables, alternating between walking to the things that catch his eye and teleporting in a quick flash of blue light. the items that he takes particular interest in, however, are the switchblades. he grabs one and opens it up, peering closely at the blade, then testing the edge with his thumb. it's not the best weapon he's ever had, but if he needs to use it, it'll do what it needs to ]
wildcard
[ feel free to also run into the obviously poor lost child anywhere between the cabins and gas station as well. or anywhere else if you have an idea you'd like to run with! ]