Galen looked over at his friend, noting silently her nervous composure. "We did great today. Come on, let's take this back to (Augusta?) and make dinner."
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"What if it isn't enough? The deer are disappearing everyday, I swear. Yesterday, that pond was full to the brim with deer. Now, there were three." Nada needed to find another meat supply somewhere. Like she was taught in health, Protein, protein, protein!
(i have to go)
(ok)
"Well, we can't control that," Galen muttered, stomach growling. He clambered into the cab of the Ford truck and started the engine, watching the touchscreen display turn on in a colourful display of blue and white. "Besides, the Warriors are raiding (Atlanta) tonight. They'll bring back food, I'm sure."
(i'm back)
Galen was right. Nada was overthinking this, like she overthought every situation she was faced with. Laying the deer in the trunk, Nada put her feet up on the dashboard, like the characters in the stories Augusta told her, hoping it would relax her, but changed her mind. It was just uncomfortable. And she was wearing a skirt.
Turning to face his friend, Galen smiled softly. "Hey. I promise, everything will be okay. Now get your dirty feet off my dashboard."
Nada just smiled and looked out the window. The drive was short, but fun. The road was super bumpy, and the view amazed her every time, no matter how many times she saw it. It wasn't much, just a few trees and a lot of grass. But it wasn't the view. It was the knowledge of what they held.
The two pulled into the city's walls in a silent appreciation, Galen steering the truck to the rations department and stepping out of the cab to unload the meat. Maybe they'd pay well for the quality of the meat, and not punish for the quantity.
Getting out of the car, Nada broke out of her daydreams and helped Galen with the deers. She gave him a worried look.
Galen gave her an I'll take the blame look and approached the stockkeeper apprehensively. "We have 3 prime deer, freshly killed." (night)
(goodnight)
The dissaproval on the stockkeeper's face was clear. Nevertheless, he paid us for the deer, a little less than usual. It would be a small dinner tonight. Nada grabbed Galen's arm and pulled him towards the vegetable markets. Carrots were the cheapest and broth was a little more, so they could have soup for dinner tonight. Two cans would be enough to give Augusta a little extra. Though she tried to hide it, everyone knew she was getting sicker, day after day.
(oof)
(goodmorning)
(morning)
(i'm in art right now and we need to draw surrealsim art and i have no ideas)
(draw my love life :P)
(ha)
(now it's your turn to update
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(Can I join?)
(lets start this up again)
(sure)
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Name: Emma Smoak
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Looks: Shoulder-length blonde hair; gray-blue eyes; Caucasian; fair skin; freckles across her cheekbones and nose; medium-height; long, ragged scar from her wrist to her elbow (left arm)
Personality: Shy, but outgoing with her friends; tries to be funny; can be sassy at times; loopy when tired.
Other: Prefers her bow and arrow over modern weaponry and is a really got shot.
(should our characters know eachother? I feel this tribe is small, but close. everyone knows eachother.)
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(If you want, you can bump into her in the market and meet her then.)
(okay, but it's @"Oakie Dokie"s turn)
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(Okie-dokie! Sounds good!)
(And yes, that was pun-intended. ;)
Galen walked briskly with Nada through the crowded alleyways to a small flat encased in brick. He unlocked the door and turned on the lights, taking their rations to the kitchen to begin cooking dinner. "Nada, can you let the dog out?"
"Sure. Mela!" Nada stood there and listened to the thump, thump, thumps of their brown dog running down the stairs to greet them. Putting Mela's water dish outside, Nada put her on the leash and returned inside where Galen was waiting for the broth to boil. "I'll cut the carrots." She offered.
"Please?" Galen was balancing a pot of broth and leftover venison from last night's dinner, attempting to close the fridge door and turn on the oven. "Knife's on the other side of me."