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Post by klawanoa on Feb 25, 2018 4:00:23 GMT
It had been the 5th blizzard of the season and by now the people of Winnerath knew how this would go. Advisories were issued. Bread, water, batteries, canned goods, and petrol were all but sold out a week in advance. Travel plans were adjusted and classes were cancelled. The central Bergnerzell police station was the only one that was to remain open, manned by a skeleton crew just to keep the lights on in case of emergency. And as with the first 5 storms to have rolled through, No was the first to sign up for one of each of the 12 hour shifts scheduled for the two days of the storm. He had no family near by nor a lover to miss him and he spent the endless hours reading quietly at his desk while the winds howled like a lonely wild thing down the empty streets.
And as with the last four blizzards, when this one finally blew itself out and the rest of the force returned to resume normal activities, he was given two full days off to attend the things he hadn't while he had been in station. The first he spent at home, sleeping and answering voice mails and making sure nothing had gone awry while he was gone. The second he spent in the one place he aught not, bundled against the still biting cold and laden with several packages of seed encrusted suet which he systematically spreads out for the birds and frozen blocks of meat he leaves for the rest. The birds aren't what he's actually looking for however, as he crunches his way quietly through the snow laden ruins of the forbidden town.
He's never actually found another Keinemann during his secret trips, but the animals know him well enough by now to leave him be when he comes, falling upon his offerings only when he's no longer in sight. He doesn't begrudge them their caution, only leaves his gifts where they can easily be found and pulling his scarf more tightly up against his neck as he trudges on.
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Post by selke on Feb 26, 2018 21:21:49 GMT
The animals had not learnt to leave Selke be when he comes - and it’s how he immediately knows that someone else is already visiting the Daskow ruins.
Stooping in the snow, he makes smooching sounds, beckoning to a pair of yellow eyes that are bearing on him from under a bare-leaved brush. But the cat is not coming to his call, so Selke straightens, and continues through the ruins, pulling the lapels of his wool jacket closer together, over the swell of his silvery scarf, snugged around his neck.
When Selke sees the striking length of locks in the distance, he can instantly identify the other visitor to Daskow - even if he hadn’t recently spent 12 hours staring at it, he’d still be able to recognise this silhouette. And thankfully, all the tall, tender, Selke has to do to catch up is elongate his stride slightly. There’s no point calling out to his co-worker, he has no doubt No would have heard the crunch of his boots and the clink of the clasps on the thermos slung on his shoulder.
<b>“Good afternoon Klawanoa,”</b> Selke sighs as he falls in stride next to the rugged up ruffian, offering a smile as warm as his thermos, before looking back to the leaned over and lustreless ruins. <b>“Interesting vacation spot,”</b> He comments, and ignores the commonality of also picking the same ‘vacation’ spot. <b>“You’re not keeping secrets are you?”</b> His brown eyes flash jokingly, a friendly grin clear under the fringe of his moustache.
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Post by klawanoa on Feb 27, 2018 5:28:57 GMT
Selke's presance in the abandoned settlement prickles at the very periphery of No's awareness and it draws him up short, heart suddenly in his throat as he nearly drops his last handful of treats to make a run for it. It's an impulse he clamps down on immediatly, but it doesn't keep him from feeling any less caught out. Though their partnership isn't new, it's still fresh enough that seeing one another on their off time is unexpected and awkward - especially here of all places. Law enforcement or not, technically neither of them are supposed to be here, not without reason and having a soft sport for the wildlife that's reclaimed the abandoned settlement is a bad one at best. He begins moving again when he hears Selke making his approach, swallowing hard around his anxiety as he carefully tosses a suet cake into a particularly tangled thicket of barren bushes and leaf littler. When Selke's shadow falls over him, he has the brief histerical thought that this is what rabbits must feel like when eagles fly over before he shakes himself and offers the taller man a scowl.
"No more than you." he shoots back sharply, his tone borderline accusatory before he seems to deflate a little, jiggling his bag which is down to its last frozen block of meat and 2 more suet cakes. "I know it's silly, it's not like wild animals really need help surviving the winters here..."
No trails off with a noncomittal shrug because he doesn't actually owe Selke an explination and the other man hasn't earned the trust to see that side of him. Instead he angles more towards the crumbling facade of what was probably a store once going by the tattered awning that is still clinging to the brickwork, the windows empty of all their glass with drifts piled high in all four courners. The roof was still mostly intact though and made it a prime location for shelter, No hovering in the doorway as he tried to guage whether or not the space was currently occupied.
"What are you doing here Selke?" he asks without turning to look at the other man as he finally tosses the meat in, watching as it slides across the frozen floor and into one of the drifts out of sight.
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Post by selke on Mar 5, 2018 21:12:50 GMT
Selke’s grin is earnest in response to the expected scowl he gets from No.He’s not too worried about being caught in the ruins, as no one ever seemed to actually come to the ruins. It’s blissfully ignorantly Selke justifies his presence here, as he ignores the idea that no one came here’s because 5e military hadn’t recent reason to come here, and that a couple of cops taking winter strolls here might change the level of traffic.
But no, the nimble, nice natured male was ignoring that. He wasn’t sure why, but he was quite confident should anyone ‘catch’ them, his coworker Klawanoa would be able to talk his way out of it (and hopefully also talk Selke out of trouble as well). It was an odd sort of charisma Selke had notices around No - at least he had convinced himself it was. There was only a very small part of Selke that wondered if that ability was indeed something else, but the last thing he would ever was it accidentally endanger anyone, so surpressed even his thoughts about how No was so damn convincing.
When initial sharp edge No greets him with softens, Selke is delighted. For a man who kept his walls up and hidden amongst smiles and tea, we thoroughly enjoyed wondering how to soften the defences of others (Although to be honest, no one ever spent much time testing his walls). “Well it’s very considerate bringing the animals snacks. I’m not sure they like you too much though,” Selke jests, choosing the broken window of the store front to peer into. There was an aching inside him of that he frequently ignored, and it amplified as he sees the ruin and sometimes sure he can still smell smoke.
Taking idling, long steps along the facade, he makes an innocent ‘hmmm?’ At No’s question, his eyes leaving the sliding meat before it meets shadows, turning back towards the deputy. His passive, curious face changes into a grin that turns up the ends of his moustache, as he offers a wink from his warm brown eyes and teases, “oh you know, keeping secrets.”
But his smile dims as he freezes, and one his hands plays with the lid on his thermos. “I’d like to make friends with the... animals,” He truthfully adds, giving a casual shrug as if the inflection on ‘animals’ wasn’t slightly particular, and Selke is already strolling off to the next shopfront, what would have once been beautiful detailing burnt away, two brass, twisted bars hanging out the front of the facade. “Do you think this place would have been a barbershop?”
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