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tushanshu_logs2012-09-08 12:08 am
notaneggbaby) wrote in tushanshu_logs2012-09-08 12:08 am
One man's trash is a hatchling's treasure [OPEN]
Characters: Conrit Ceto AND YOU!
Location: Metal Sector, in the alleys behind various businesses
Situation: Little Mr. Ceto has decided to go dumpster diving. He's specifically looking for any burnt and thrown away food, but also for anything that could aid a homeless kid-- gloves, scarves, extra shoes. You can never have too many shoes.
Warnings/Rating: None! BTW, feel free to either prose or action spam, I'll follow suit!
The last time Conrit had found himself staring down the alien streets of a city he'd never been to before, it had been nearly three months ago. Spring had come and the nip of winter was fading, which was a good thing. He hadn't had much in the line of clothing to bundle up in, and for his kind, even a balmy spring morning meant a shiver or two.
He was looking forward to summer in the city, of convincing his brother not to send him home to the harsh, inhospitable mountains of their home. Not that he didn't miss his family-- he did, tremendously-- but Conrit had gotten used to Nieve. If Ladon took him home, there was no telling when he would be able to come back.
And then... this had happened.
To be honest, he was still in shock, and doing as he'd learned on the streets of Nieve more out of a need to do something than because he really should. Thankfully, an alley was an alley was an alley, and trash was relatively the same. He could pretend for a few moments that he hadn't washed up ashore somewhere completely different for a little while, until he was able to cope with it. Until then, he'd look for what he could use in the bins full of the things others had cast off. If he was lucky, he could socks and gloves to layer on and keep warm if he's chilled, and maybe even something to eat.
He started rustling through the paper bags and garbage from a restaurant, looking for anything charred or that he could ferret away and burn up later.
Location: Metal Sector, in the alleys behind various businesses
Situation: Little Mr. Ceto has decided to go dumpster diving. He's specifically looking for any burnt and thrown away food, but also for anything that could aid a homeless kid-- gloves, scarves, extra shoes. You can never have too many shoes.
Warnings/Rating: None! BTW, feel free to either prose or action spam, I'll follow suit!
The last time Conrit had found himself staring down the alien streets of a city he'd never been to before, it had been nearly three months ago. Spring had come and the nip of winter was fading, which was a good thing. He hadn't had much in the line of clothing to bundle up in, and for his kind, even a balmy spring morning meant a shiver or two.
He was looking forward to summer in the city, of convincing his brother not to send him home to the harsh, inhospitable mountains of their home. Not that he didn't miss his family-- he did, tremendously-- but Conrit had gotten used to Nieve. If Ladon took him home, there was no telling when he would be able to come back.
And then... this had happened.
To be honest, he was still in shock, and doing as he'd learned on the streets of Nieve more out of a need to do something than because he really should. Thankfully, an alley was an alley was an alley, and trash was relatively the same. He could pretend for a few moments that he hadn't washed up ashore somewhere completely different for a little while, until he was able to cope with it. Until then, he'd look for what he could use in the bins full of the things others had cast off. If he was lucky, he could socks and gloves to layer on and keep warm if he's chilled, and maybe even something to eat.
He started rustling through the paper bags and garbage from a restaurant, looking for anything charred or that he could ferret away and burn up later.
s'okay!
"sorry, didn't mean to startle you," She's got to get out of the habit of assuming everyone can hear her approaching, the problem with spending too much time with Bats, "You okay?"
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"Uh huh."
He has a chicken breast, blackened on one side, clutched close. It's of course making a mess out of his shirt, which is already grimy from the other bins he's been climbing through. Not that Conrit minds. He's gotten very used to being covered in a layer of dirt or blood or both, no matter how obsessively his brother tends to scrub him.
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"I meant it, by the way, about the dumpsters down the street. They throw out more packaged stuff, so it stays edible for longer."