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Post by Skram on Apr 12, 2021 7:47:40 GMT -6
Ok so Skram was new in town. They'd shown up one day with literally nothing but the clothes on their back (if they could even be called clothes) and an attitude. They had no money, no 'pets' (despite the area's fucking obsession with monsters, apparently), and, most importantly, no food. The rest of those problems they could do without, they didn't give a shit. But the no food problem? That, that they needed to fix asap.
A kennel that looked like it was flooding and empty looked like it would be the perfect mark.
There were no doors and everything looked like it was covered with muddy water. It was perfect. They didn't give a shit about getting wet or muddy in the service of finding food. And if the place was so unlivable, surely there wouldn't be anyone there! As Skram made their way through the small gates, hopping some, unlatching and closing most, they carefully picked their way through the kennel, looking for where the kitchen was most likely to be located. It stood to reason that someone, in escaping whatever disaster had happened here, might have left some nonperishable in the upper cabinets that they shouldn't wouldn't notice missing!
And, if they were especially lucky, maybe they'd find a spare change jar somewhere, too.
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Post by Kristofor on Apr 12, 2021 12:05:56 GMT -6
The construction should've begun sooner. The pipe was already damaged, but the strain of attempting to circumvent the water flow to the rest of the building burst the pipe the night this kennel had been exited. Water everywhere. For humans the water is about ankle height in some places as it keeps flowing out onto the catwalk and pouring down to the other floors. The noise is astronomical, depending on the time of day. Thankfully the metal cabinet that was left behind is tall enough that water hasn't seeped into the bottom of it. There might actually be something left behind? Or there's the footsteps of much distress as there's something black, silver and blonde ..theres no other word for it, pussyfooting about the empty space, a barely filled knapsack on the countertop. THe fox is distressed, as he's opening and closing what little storage there was in here, looking for something very specific. Maybe its to do with the cowlicks that are very present in his fur?
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Post by Skram on Apr 27, 2021 20:15:39 GMT -6
Skram scoped the place out, moving from room to room as quietly as possible when every room was full of water. They were able to keep the splashing down to a minimum, at least, by simply accepting that none of their clothes would be dry or clean by the end of this. Eventually, they came across what COULD be a kitchen, but they could hear... something. Shuffling around not far away. Skram let out a soft hissing curse under their breath and ducked into a spare room to listen in on what was happening. They didn't want to get caught, not somewhere they weren't supposed to be. If whatever or whoever was around didn't leave soon, they'd probably just cut their losses and go. It wasn't worth it to get caught now and potentially kicked out of a place that was so damn full of shit they could steal, not before they could even steal any of it!
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