Apocalypsestuck .:A Homestuck RP::Open:.

[Skrooker]

(Back for probably just this one post, unless I can keep ahold of my brother's iPod)

Haley jumped when something rattled nearby, then turned to see a fluffy gray tail round the corner of one of the shelves and disappear. A squirrel. She stood for a moment, then grabbed a bow and arrow from the hunting supplies and followed it. Unless Vriska could find something else, it was roast squirrel for breakfast.

(Before anyone starts saying, "Oh God, that's disgusting", I've actually had squirrel before. Tastes a lot like chicken
And yes, I ate it willingly)

[lion's tooth]

-Vriska reached for some green beans, what looked like canned mini hot dogs and corn. She sighed, remembering how good these had tasted when warm. Before she the melancholy of the 'new world.' Melancholy. It was odd to her that the events as of late seemed that, but they did. She scrounged her face up at the assortment of cylinders. Grocery shopping never was her forte, she never seemed to be able to know what she really wanted or what would keep her full. Then there was the fact that others were with her, probably waiting for them to return with something they liked. She switched shoes and shifted the food in her arm for better illumination. She supposed she was over exaggerating. It couldn't be that dark, with the sunlight trickling in through the windows. She put her shoes back on. After all, there was no need to waste the batteries or get her feet unnecessarily dirty. She stuffed the food into her bag and adjusted it on her shoulder. She hadn't asked the other girl, Haley, if she wanted anything. She turned around and found she wasn't there. Vriska assumed she had probably been thinking along the same lines and went to go pick out what she had wanted for herself. She looked down, and back up at the canned assortment of foods, double checking to see if there was anything else she wanted.-

[Skrooker]

Haley slowly stalked the large gray rodent before taking aim and firing. A single shot through the eye had killed it, and hadn't left much of a mess either. All those bowhunting lessons from her father had paid off after all. She smirked before grabbing the squirrel by its tail and looking for Vriska.

[Skrooker]

Bump

[b l u r r yg h o s t]

beep beep

[lion's tooth]

((Oh man I forgot about this! It took me a second to remember which one it was.))

-Vriska walked along the aisle looking for other canned foods. An image popped into her head of everyone out in some empty terrain, with cacti scattered here and there and a campfire blazing. A silhouette sat opposite the campfire. Their face was shrouded in darkness as they sat warming up beans for everyone to eat. They spoke with just the faintest of southern accent as they commented on how much time they "recollected" it would take for the beans to be done. Another silhouette pulled out a banjo and started strumming and singing. A coyote howled in the distance as Vriska looked around. Everyone could only be seen through silhouettes but she had a faint suspicion of who they were. Oh who was Vriska kidding. This was her imagination. She knew exactly who everyone was. And they weren't in the Olde West, they were out at sea eating burnt fish she had caught with her trusty hooked hand. But now Vriska was getting carried away. She had to grab some more food. This place was eerie. With it's fallen shelves and falling ceiling tiles and mysterious noises. While it was true the mysterious noises were probably just wild animals taking shelter in the old store, they still gave her the collywobbles. She started walking softly. It seemed almost wrong to make too much noise in this dark, decrepit place. She grabbed a few cans of fruit salad, black-eyed peas (for the sake of her mental imagery, a little joke to herself,) and those brand-name ravioli with the Italian guy logo. She put her shoe back on and cut out the lights on it to save power. Vriska walked back down the aisle grabbing cans at the random and putting them in the bag she grabbed from the pharmacy. She was half considering asking if she could grab some Betty Crocker frosting from the bakery aisle (for morale,) when she came out of the aisle.-

[Skrooker]

(8kay, s8 I guess this isn't dead then?)

Haley had strung three squirrels up by their tails and slung them over her shoulder when Vriska finally reemerged. "Guess what I found nesting back here! Fresh meat!"

[lion's tooth]

((Not sure, it was bumped so I just went for it.))

"Fresh meat?" -Vriska thought she might just drool a little. But she held her head high and lifted her bag full of cans. She lifted a brow.- "How'd you do it?" -She cast her eyes around the store and let out an involuntary shiver. Maybe she should just skip the frosting. Who knew if it was even accessible?-

[Skrooker]

"There was an entire nest of squirrels back here. Every single one took an arrow to the eye. No blood or anything. It's okay, though. Squirrel kinda tastes like chicken."

[lion's tooth]

"You know, if the world hadn't just had a heart attack, I would've gotten you a reccomed8tion to the Archery Clu8." -She chuckled and heaved the bag onto her shoulders, eyeing the squirrels.- "So, how do you cook those?"