// bata is at work, she'll reply when she gets out in like three hours or so
@bata @kriven_braunt @quinne ))
Hi, I'm really sorry. Something happened yesterday and there was a family emergency. //
"...I stand corrected." Rora muttered to herself as the boy creature began to digat the base of the wall. The bit didn't act like an infected, not that Rora had seen one up close, but from what she'd read and heard the boy's actions didn't add up. He didn't look like a Reaver either, which meant the boywas a wanderer. However he looked sickly and desprate to get into the city and Rora felt a twinge of pity for the child. Glancing onemore time through the scope, Rora made a split second decison and slung her rifle onto her back and slid down the ladder, off the wall. What she was about to do could get her into lots of trouble with her superiors and was pretty much considered treason. She made her way towards the gate, leaning into the booth that controled the mechanicals, only to find that there was no one inside. "Wow this city is so secure", Rora muttered to herself rolling her eyes.
Taking a risk, Rora flipped the levers that kept the gates locked tight, and a loud groan cpuld be heard as the seldomly used doors opened just enough for a person to squeeze through. The distinct noise would have most likely attracted more raiders as it echoed through the city so Rora knew she had to act quickly. Her boots crunched on the gravel surrounding the gate as she squeezed her way out, and she lowered the goggle that usualy sat on top of her head over her eyes to block out dust particles from getting in them. The boy was only a couple hundred feet from the gate and Rora started towards him at a brisk jog, only slowing as she approached him. "Hello?" She called, trying to catch his attention. He was fully in the hole he'd dug, and it was limiting Rora's view.
// @thehighwayman @bata @kriven_braunt @angels_darkness_ @quinne //
Bellerose continues to stand in his mech, smoking cigarettes and looking at the passerbyers with a faint smile on his lips and his cigarette between his teeth. Maybe he'd break out a bottle of that fancy '78 stuff, he was incredibly pleased with his haul from the vineyard's crypt though he was careful about wasting it and more so about trading it.
He sighs, a couple of cigarettes litter around the hood of the mech while he taps and stares looking for someone interesting to catch his eye.
Hey, I've had a long day. I'm preparing a super long post for tomorrow!! Sorry to hold everyone up! //
The pace at which the boy scampered was surprising, considering he was a human rather than some kind of animal. For the most part, his gaze was scanning the ground rather than the surroundings. Safe footing. A clear path. That was all he needed. By the time he was ten feet from the wall he was completely out of stamina. Barely continuing in a straight line, his hand slipped under him and he tumbled. The boy rolled head-over and ended up curled onto his side in a little scruffy ball.
Huffing, he glanced up and blinked, then shook his head rapidly to brush the dirt from his hair. It was all over his face and clothes, sure, but something about that dirt in his hair... nope. He didn’t like that one bit. The mute then sat up and scratched feverishly at his head while observing the wall. That big thing hiding keeping him from his food... it looked a lot taller from the ground. Also hard. Not a mud wall... a stoney looking one. People were wandering on the tops of it. A tiny smile cracked his blank expression. They looked like tiny squish-able things from here.
But that was besides the point. He needed to get over it somehow.... or...
The boy crawled over to the edge of the wall, feeling around at the dirt around it. The top... didn’t exactly feel soft. He frowned, brows furrowing. With his only hand, he grasped at the knife strapped to the remaining stub of his missing arm, then plunged it into the ground. He struggled for a moment, but soon had managed to flick a chunk into the air. Into his face. The small boy growled and wrinkled up his nose, spitting to the side a part that had flown into his mouth. After shaking his head rapidly for a second time, he attempted again, making the whole a bit bigger. It may take a while, yes, but this was probably the best way for him to get in.
(@angels_darkness_ also it's because I don't know much about anyone here so I'd gradually work my way into working with someone)
(That's good@angels_darkness_ )
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