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| Topic Started: Saturday, 23. November 2013, 17:10 (593 Views) | |
| Sawyer | Tuesday, 26. November 2013, 20:14 Post #21 |
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"Yup," he supplied succinctly, slipping his leather jacket off and tossing it through the hole that led to the sterile-looking ghoul box. Call him vain, but concrete dust didn't look so good on black, and he was too wardrobe-obsessed to consider ruining a signature piece like that. Sawyer retrieved the heavy circular saw from the floor, glancing around. "And as long as you don't plan on any surprise fireballs, I'm cool." He'd certainly encountered too many of those lately to take anything for granted. But in any case, Sawyer had the courage to resist rötschreck in all but the craziest of cases; sometimes an utter lack of common sense had its uses. The red fear was only truly overpowering when it came as a surprise, or else lighting a cigarette would've been the scariest prospect out there. "Where d'ya want me to cut?" |
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| Toran | Tuesday, 26. November 2013, 20:21 Post #22 |
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The Formerly Hated
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The torch lit up with a hissng PSSCCCHHTTTTTTT snarl and he pointed towards the manhole, where he'd traced a door sized outline. "Security hatch is bigger than a normal sewer entrance and needs a solid foundation. If you wanna carve it, feel free." His muscles bunched as he picked up one of the pieces of sheet steel and slapped it up against the metal railings that used to be an elevator roof to begin welding it into place. Sawyer was welcome to chill and work as long as he wanted, now that they'd spoken their piece. Toran wasn't sure they really reached an understanding. But the Boss was the Boss, and in the end, his way went. |
![]() Toran's Voice Can't leave... can't leave... can't leave the girls will eat me.... | |
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| Toran | Saturday, 30. November 2013, 22:34 Post #23 |
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The two worked in silence until Sawyer had to retreat to wherever it was he went when the sun came up. Toran took a brief nap and returned to work. In time both doors were mounted, vault style security with key pad locks and a careful ten digit code that needed to be entered. It took a while to get the concrete dust and debris out of his basement and shop, but he carefully scattered all the rubble and debris down the elevator shaft in the abandoned storage place next store, so anyone looking might think the elevator had collapsed in. He had to wait until he managed to gain some earnest cash flow before the machines he wanted to hook up in their came in. For now it was simply a huge open space, secured by heavy iron plating and steel security hatches. The ghoul room was secure once more as the door was smoothed and polished to prevent those rabid or out of their minds from using it to harm themselves. The key pad was recessed into the door to keep it from being an edge the ghouls could pick at. It was good progress and he was proud to have done it. Glad also for the brief time he gave him to bond with Sawyer, though he was left feeling like he'd failed some test he wasn't aware of. Maybe he'd ask Mac. Probably wouldn't. With his luck the next time he saw her she'd shoot him just out of spite. Vicious woman. A solid friend, if you could earn her attention. But mean as a snake. |
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