Post by Prisonner Of Today on Jun 20, 2007 2:39:38 GMT -5
Priz gently pours the contents onto the roof, and begins poking through them. It seems to be fairly standard supplies, with some antibiotics and needles thrown in, and several "woman products". The latter makes Priz glad to be a man, as worrying about that sort of thing AND zombies would be a headache. He picks out a handgun, what looks like an old Russian T-33, and pockets it, along with the ammunition.
He also notes several books, a Russian-English dictionary, and then something that catches his eye...
"The Walking Dead number 6!" He smiles broadly, and holds up a very battered comic book. "I remember reading these a long, long time ago..." He gazes off at something in the distance, then, shaking himself, returns to his task.
After a minute or two, mostly dedicated to deciding whether or not to confiscate an unusually sharp looking nail file, Priz returns the contents to the purse, and hands it back to it's owner.
"Well, I suppose we should head in now." he says, glancing at the horizon, "It looks like rain, and I don't want the other resident getting any ideas."
He motions for the new guest to enter the cinema with his weapon.
He also notes several books, a Russian-English dictionary, and then something that catches his eye...
"The Walking Dead number 6!" He smiles broadly, and holds up a very battered comic book. "I remember reading these a long, long time ago..." He gazes off at something in the distance, then, shaking himself, returns to his task.
After a minute or two, mostly dedicated to deciding whether or not to confiscate an unusually sharp looking nail file, Priz returns the contents to the purse, and hands it back to it's owner.
"Well, I suppose we should head in now." he says, glancing at the horizon, "It looks like rain, and I don't want the other resident getting any ideas."
He motions for the new guest to enter the cinema with his weapon.
