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Post by Aurora on Sept 17, 2006 23:43:58 GMT -5
He sat at the table, absent mindedly munching at a sandwich, as he began reading the reports, which were usually left 3 times a day for him on the table. He had taken his hair out of the braid he usually wore it in, taken off his shirt, and kicked his shoes off. His arms and back were decorated with rarely seen tribal tattoos, his skin marred here and there by more than one noticable scar.
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Post by luke on Sept 18, 2006 0:01:42 GMT -5
Luke had intended on just washing up a bit, but couldn't pass up the promise of a private bath. He didn't mind the barracks much, but such an oppertunity was rare. He carefully metered out the hot water, mixing it with a bit of cold water, as he enjoyed taking hot baths when he could. Sinking into the water he felt as if he could just stay in there forever, but knew that Wolf and Sarah might not like that idea very much.
After a few luxurious moments of soaking in the water, he scrubbed himself clean. Finally he dressed in the borrowed clothes, the jeans were not normally his style, the legs were too small for his taste, but the white shirt fit him well. He studied himself in the mirror a moment, the only visible scar on his body running in an ugly gash across his chest and stomach, a present from his brother in their last meeting. He had been lucky however, that the Zombies hadn't caught him before he reached the Settlement.
Pushing those gloomy thoughts aside he refilled the water pan, setting it back on the oven to reheat. He gathered up his dirtied clothes, not wanting to leave them for Sarah to have to clean, she had enough to do. Barefoot he padded his way back down the stairs, looking around for Wolf so he could thank him.
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Post by Aurora on Sept 18, 2006 0:21:14 GMT -5
He peered up at him from behind the reports, as Luke came into the kitchen, setting the paper down and going to fetch the coffee pot off the top of the stove. He came back to the table, filling both cups and motioning for Luke to have a seat, before sitting the pot down on top of the old hand crocheted hotpad.
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Post by luke on Sept 18, 2006 8:57:38 GMT -5
It would have been rude of him to not accept the coffee, he walked over to the table, piling his old clothes down on the floor by his chair as he sat down. He wrapped his hands around the coffee mug, enjoying the warmth and smell of it. He thanked Wolf again for the bath and coffee.
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