Thread: Cities of Dust (SugarPlumCoatedGun x Lotherio)

The surplus store was what hed expected. Most whole computers that were salvageable were taken, not that most would find them useful without a generator and there was no more internet. What was more valuable to some people where the smart devices that could still play music, keep time and a few lucky ones with GPS that could still beam off a satellite still functioning. As well, Jimmy was looking for storage devices. The Skeleton Crew had a few systems up and running back at the former all girls school, Westover Academy, and more storage would help with the information they were collecting themselves. As he eyed the store, long fingers ruffled the mop of longer, dark hair atop his head. It was warm outside and in, the tips of his fingers could feel beads of sweat under the humidity gathering in the short hairs closer to his neck. Dark brown eyes adjusted to the darker depths and he noted the employees entranceemployees only door, they might have a safe or something back there with more valuable items that most people couldnt get into. Either he could attempt to break it open, haul it back if it was light enough or bring back proper tools. That was the sort of thing the scavengers did out here like this, making those decisions. Out alone like this, he preferred defensive weapons, figuring it made him less intimidating to the random nut that was trying to protect his home less chance of that nut sniping him from a window if he posed less of a threat. He kept a 7 Camillus, fixed blade knife with an ergonomic handle. Generally it was strapped to his hip but he decided to pull it out before going into the darker rooms in the back. With a loose grip, Jimmy usually had his middle finger wrapped into the slight grove intended for the index finger while said index finger extended out along the blade this seemed to help him with finer control of the knife when needed. Thusly he delved deeper into the employees area but it was no sooner than hed readied himself to search back there than the front door bell rang sharply through the silence. Caught at first in surprise, Jimmy found himself gazing out from the darkness left in the slit of the unclosed door. Two things caught in his mind, it was a lady out there, an attractive one at that, but she was decked out in red threads and that was the color of a rival gang, the South Side Falcons. Stepping back, he withdrew from the door slightly so he could think this through, but he gave one more look at her, noting the shorts, her legs and the red hair atop her head. In the darkness then, he licked his lips, knowing he would have to act first. Otherwise if he remained quiet back where he was, he risked her coming to stumble upon him and while she wore a hip knife, she could easily have a pistol tucked into the jacket. Giving her that advantage could leave him dead if she shot first. When he was ready to make his move, he noted that she was much closer, crouching behind the counter. Closing his eyes, he hoped in his mind nothing would come of this, but in this world, everyone was fighting to survive making situations such as this that much more unpredictable. With a booted foot, he kicked the door more open and stepped out where she would be able to see him if she looked. The action wasnt meant to be startling, it was rather a quiet gesture but his voice cut the thick, humid air. It was deep, the deepness of a tall man, No sudden moves, you get what you need, I get what I need no one gets hurt. Hopefully it was enough to relay he wasnt looking for trouble. His knife still out, it was there to indicate he too was armed but not pointed at her in any threatening manner.