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Post by Prisonner Of Today on May 13, 2008 21:36:55 GMT -5
Priz shruggs.
"It's your life."
He looks over at the massive damage to the theater doors.
"Good luck finding something to barricade that off with. With all the noise we've been making, we should have some company pretty soon."
He walks over to the pile of drinks pulled out of the machine, and picks up an aged bottle of no-name cola.
"However," he continues, cracking the suprisingly intact seal with a quick twist, "It would be really nice to be able to use the bathrooms down here again. The upstairs lacks any sort of plumbing beyond a metal sink in one of the utility rooms, not that the plumbing is working with the power out. Going in a bucket is getting a little old."
He takes a drink, not at all enjoying the rancid soft-drink.
"Plus, emptying the bucket off the roof makes me uneasy. We could attract alot of attention like that. Why don't we work on blocking the stairs tonight, and tomorrow, clean up the lobby here a bit."
Thinking, he adds, "I personally am not comfortable with the idea of going out there in the dark to find supplies at the moment."
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