Post by Bernard on Feb 1, 2012 14:09:45 GMT -5
((Continued from Casa del Luna))
((Heat Waves SP 5-1/9 of 40))
Bernard, his belly full, pulled his hoodie tight and erected the collar of his jacket to protect him against the stiff wind. Hands in his pockets, head down he traveled westward toward the Super Center. Stepping into the clothing shop barely even aware at that point there was a storm outside. His body temperature comfortably regulated with the periodic influx of additional heat once again to facilitate during the short walk. Withdrawing the hood and stamping the snow from his feet youthful man wandered the aisles.
His first stop was at the discount rack of cloths. Much of his current attire was a little worse for wear salvaged from the various items that had been tossed away in the trash over the years. He managed to find a pair of straight legged jeans, track pants and a few assorted t-shirts that fit comfortably. His prized find included a grey fleece line hoodie and a matching toque. A few pairs of wool work socks and some clean underwear and it wasn’t long before he had gathered nearly $50 in goods.
Next he picked up a two small bundles of food, a more economical choice than the medium bundle offering. The pre-packed section of foods would at least supply him with eight meager meals should he have to “hole up” for a few days. Maybe it was the body’s response to the leg wound, maybe it was the frequent usage of his super powers, but his metabolism had certainly increased and he had his doubts the food would last more than a couple days. One thing was certain, if things kept up at this pace he would be broke in no time.
That $100 dollars he failed to save influencing Mr. Kim’s rental fee would have gone a long way at this point. He was interested in purchasing a holster to carry the Rycroft Special around a little more inconspicuously but at $40 dollars it was well out of his means at the moment. Making his way to the cash register Bernard grabbed a small bandage kit to redress his recent bullet wound. Placing the items on the counter he patiently waited for the cashier to ring them through. Be his rough estimation he had spent $110, barely leaving enough for a quick snack let alone cab fare home.
((Heat Waves SP 5-1/9 of 40))
Bernard, his belly full, pulled his hoodie tight and erected the collar of his jacket to protect him against the stiff wind. Hands in his pockets, head down he traveled westward toward the Super Center. Stepping into the clothing shop barely even aware at that point there was a storm outside. His body temperature comfortably regulated with the periodic influx of additional heat once again to facilitate during the short walk. Withdrawing the hood and stamping the snow from his feet youthful man wandered the aisles.
His first stop was at the discount rack of cloths. Much of his current attire was a little worse for wear salvaged from the various items that had been tossed away in the trash over the years. He managed to find a pair of straight legged jeans, track pants and a few assorted t-shirts that fit comfortably. His prized find included a grey fleece line hoodie and a matching toque. A few pairs of wool work socks and some clean underwear and it wasn’t long before he had gathered nearly $50 in goods.
Next he picked up a two small bundles of food, a more economical choice than the medium bundle offering. The pre-packed section of foods would at least supply him with eight meager meals should he have to “hole up” for a few days. Maybe it was the body’s response to the leg wound, maybe it was the frequent usage of his super powers, but his metabolism had certainly increased and he had his doubts the food would last more than a couple days. One thing was certain, if things kept up at this pace he would be broke in no time.
That $100 dollars he failed to save influencing Mr. Kim’s rental fee would have gone a long way at this point. He was interested in purchasing a holster to carry the Rycroft Special around a little more inconspicuously but at $40 dollars it was well out of his means at the moment. Making his way to the cash register Bernard grabbed a small bandage kit to redress his recent bullet wound. Placing the items on the counter he patiently waited for the cashier to ring them through. Be his rough estimation he had spent $110, barely leaving enough for a quick snack let alone cab fare home.