[log] give me that sportsball I'm gonna throw it in the garbage [closed]

[awwnoun]

Characters: Clint, Natasha, Ecks, Davesprite
Location: Building 124
Date: Day 195, evening
Summary: Introducing: dog!
Warnings: None, at the moment.

124: This house, covered in snow, is dark and cold, but better than outside. The snow presses in on the windows and makes the roof creak and groan whenever it shifts, but it seems to be holding up alright. It's a standard, single-story house with a living room, single bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, and dining room. The bedframe has been taken apart, and its pieces arranged neatly from largest to smallest on the floor. The house is sparsely furnished, unfortunately with mostly metal There's a back door leading off into darkness, but it isn't locked. There's a blue smear on the bathroom cabinet. "Hsiaoke Pass" is written in spray paint over the door facing the residential zone, and in sharpie on the back door.

Comments

[ecks]

If the person who owned the thing is dead and has not left a vengeful ghost, that is acceptable. If the thing is needed to prevent real harm to a person and taking it will not harm the owner, that is justified. There are others. It is a flow chart.

[Just reiterating that.]