"Oh yes, yeah, exactly. Sooooo look for a big muscly hairy guy wearing not much who has dreadlocky dark brown hair and dark skin and I'd tell you yellow eyes but they'll be closed. And he'll be so unconscious you could drape him in Christmas lights and take pictures. Except that would be a bad idea because then his daughter Maggie would have to kick your butt."
Maggie looks up from sharing a cigarette with Grey. "...Yep."
The gondola lowers down the mossy, damp side of the building, past candlelit windows and windows lit bright by the few solar-battery generators. One of the intact windows they go by has a floor scattered with straw and scrap paper and patrolled by chickens.
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Date: 2014-08-25 03:34 am (UTC)Maggie looks up from sharing a cigarette with Grey. "...Yep."
The gondola lowers down the mossy, damp side of the building, past candlelit windows and windows lit bright by the few solar-battery generators. One of the intact windows they go by has a floor scattered with straw and scrap paper and patrolled by chickens.