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PostSubject: Outskirts of D'loul   Sun Feb 10, 2013 11:00 pm

Far from the trade market, there are still buildings, but it is less dense than other places in D'loul. Most of the buildings are small schools and houses. Several other buildings are abandoned, old, run-down buildings that are faded so that nobody knows what they once were. Parents are extremely cautious of letting children out of their sight for too long, seeing as there is plenty of violence and dangers such as broken glass and crumbling buildings. Every week there is atleast one child that wanders into Buffer Fields, but most are quickly found by small search parties organized by the citizens. Most of the homes are huts and the roads are dirt, but a lot of the children are very happy, as opposed to the parents whom always seem to worry. The main roads that aren't dirt are so faded and cracked it is hard to walk on them, but some children use them as an "initiation" of sorts to get into their group of friends. There is a lot of areas where there is barely any grass whatsoever, making the outskirts of D'loul seem bleak and unhappy even though the people find happiness in their hope and families' love.
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PostSubject: Re: Outskirts of D'loul   Sun Feb 10, 2013 11:37 pm

Ohanzee trudged along the narrow dirt road, exhausted and barely lifting his feet. It was quickly getting dark and he needed someplace to stay for the night, fearing being out alone in the dark night. He had yet to come across an abandoned building yet; he was only going to stay in an ABANDONED building, refusing to ask one of the families nearby for a night's rest in their home. He paused and yawned, squeezing his eyes shut. "Why is it so hard to find one? They were so easy to find last time..." he thought. He looked around warily and saw in the dimming light a silhouette of a large building set back off the road. He immediately perked up, feeling accomplished and having a new sense of safety since he would have somewhere to sleep. He looked up and down the road to ensure nobody was watching. He saw nothing to his left...nothing to his right. He sprinted forward towards the building, almost slamming into it because he could not stop fast enough. He looked up and down the building searching for any signs or lettering but didn't see any. "YES! FINALLY!" he cheered in his head, not daring to make such noise out loud. He quickly slipped into the building, the door not being locked. Making sure to close it behind him, he turned on a small flashlight to look around. The walls were torn up with cracks, the floor was dirty and had wooden pieces and broken glass scattered about; he could swear he saw some blood in the corner. He walked forward to a flight of stairs and studied them intensely for a moment to ensure they would hold before climbing up carefully, making note of every creak, crevice, noise, and crack. Once he got to the top of the stairs, he looked for a room. Luckily for him, there were only two; one to his left, one to his right. Even though his right hand was his dominant hand, he always felt left was luckier. So, of course, he chose the room to the left. He ensured that door closed as well and began to study the room. It had a small supply closet in the corner with the door to it closed firmly, it had windows all along one wall and some boxes scattered along another wall. He approached the boxes and pushed them all together to form a bed made of boxes. Next, he looked in the supply closet to find a hunting knife, a survival blanket, cans of food, and lots of mice carcasses on top of the cans. No way was he eating those. He pocketed the hunting knife, adding it to his little stash of various knives he has found over the years. He then picked up the blanket and after making one last face at the dead mice, closed the door back firmly. Then, he set the blanket over the boxes and put his bag down near where his head would be so he could use it as a pillow. He carefully took of his shirt, he never slept with a shirt on, all his scars from his past showing in the dim moonlight. He tossed his shirt aside, planning on packing it away in the morning and lay on the boxes, staring out at the starry night sky before closing his eyes to drift asleep.
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PostSubject: Re: Outskirts of D'loul   Mon Feb 11, 2013 10:30 pm

Ohanzee awoke a little after midnight, he never slept long, he felt he always needed to be on the move. He quickly stood and shrugged on one of his shirts, not bothering with the one he wore yesterday, he didn't need it, it would just weigh him down. He looked out the window and just watched for a moment; birds were trying to find some worms in the dry, cracked ground. "It wont serve them any good," he thought to himself as he turned from the window. He went to his bag and his gaze fell on the blanket he had found, he shook his head, his bag wasn't big enough to carry it. Quietly grabbing his bag and starting out of the building, he felt a cold breeze roll into the structure. He enjoyed coldness. Starting down the road, he walked in silence as to not wake any families nearby. He was headed to Buffer Fields next, not knowing EXACTLY where in Buffer Fields, but he just went with things anyways. It wasn't more than five minutes before he got to the border where he stopped to look up at the moon and stars. According to the stars, he knew what direction he was going. He cautiously slipped across the border and into the night.

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