Israel
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She's like those people who get abused and then go psycho.
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Post by Israel on Aug 17, 2010 20:37:34 GMT -5
Israel smiled. She pushes her hair out of her face and looks sideways at Austria.
"Surprising, that coming from you. You measured my culture by grandparents. What was that again? You measured me, Austria, by Ariernachweis."
Israel sighs. "Nevertheless, I have to inquire whether you are willing to trade with me. This is why I left Yerusalem for this," Israel gestures, "Hellish land."
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Aug 18, 2010 16:04:24 GMT -5
Despite it all, Roderich managed a slight grim smile at the likening of Dry Rose to hell. Certainly it matched the popular description, minus the fire and brimstone.
Keeping his unfazed formality, he replied, "Yes, I will trade with you, depending on what you have to offer, of course." He had a few items that he'd been keeping for just an opportunity. Maybe he could even get on Israel's better side... but he wasn't too optimistic on that front.
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Israel
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She's like those people who get abused and then go psycho.
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Post by Israel on Aug 18, 2010 16:34:08 GMT -5
Israel smirks at that formality of his. Despite being quite cold herself, when the situation demanded so, she never liked the German brother's (minus Prussia) way of being so stoic.
"You remind me so much of your father. Cold man that he was, you have his manner. Now he was someone I respected."
Israel climbed into the caravan and gestured for him to come in. "I have food, clothes, some weaponry, and something that I believe you'll love." She says gesturing to a boombox.
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Aug 18, 2010 17:56:27 GMT -5
Roderich climbed up onto Israel's caravan, knowing that there was probably no turning back from here. His gaze flickered over the other items but stopped at the one she was gesturing to. As he recognized what the bulky hunk of plastic was, his eyes widened, half in disbelief and half in excitement. "Where did you find this...?" he asked incredulously, crouching down to examine it further. It seemed too good to be true -- and it probably was. Working electrical outlets were about as scarce as water, and any batteries the boombox had originally contained were no doubt dead by now. Still, a chance to listen to something other than the ghosts of songs in his head was too alluring to pass up.
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Israel
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She's like those people who get abused and then go psycho.
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Post by Israel on Aug 18, 2010 18:20:52 GMT -5
Israel grins as she watches the boy finally get excited over something. "My country still has 2 populated cities, and many empty ones. We scavenged for objects." Walking through her meticously organized goods, she gives him the boombox.
Israel then bends down, "Roderich's music is like my Torah. I will hide my CDs, perhaps that will gain me leverage over him." Moving aside the CDs, she gets out a few packs of lithium.
"These should work. My people have some electricty, all due to our few solar panels. But, what shall you give me for this?" She asks.
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Post by Heracles on Aug 18, 2010 20:05:12 GMT -5
"Which one?" He asks hesitantly, though he knows the answer. Besides, he's had no reports on either of the Vargas brothers. He immediately regrets bringing up that he may have heard news of one or the other of them, hoping Antonio doesn't notice. He decides to head off any thoughts of getting news from him with an apologetic smile.
"Nothing, I'm sorry. You haven't...happened to have heard from Kiku or...Sadiq have you?" He asked in return.
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Aug 18, 2010 20:17:43 GMT -5
Roderich cradled the boombox in his lap and held the packages of batteries as if they were holy relics. He heard Israel mumbling herself, but he didn't pay the words any heed. When she asked what he would trade in return, he looked around at all the goods more carefully, frowning as he realized that many of his items she already has; however, the lack of one thing in particular gives him hope.
"I have medical supplies. Not just bandages and the like, but disinfectant and aspirin..." He placed the lithium into his bag and fished around inside for a few seconds, then pulled out a flask of blue pills. "And Prussian blue. It'll treat some types of radiation poisoning. Very useful, and very rare nowadays."
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Post by Antonio Fernández Carriedo on Aug 18, 2010 20:19:37 GMT -5
Antonio perked up at the 'which one' comment, hoping that there was news on at least one, but upon Heracles's next sentence, he sighed forlornly, looking down with a troubled expression. Where was his beloved tomate? He was so worried about Lovino, but he hadn't heard anything of him, nor Feliciano...where could they be...
Glancing back at his companion, the Spaniard offered a sad smile. "No, I'm afraid I haven't heard anything. Lo siento."
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Israel
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She's like those people who get abused and then go psycho.
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Post by Israel on Aug 18, 2010 20:44:27 GMT -5
Israel smiles. "You are willing to trade music for medical supplies? How...interesting." Israel smiles, while taking Roderich's stuff.
Putting the things away, Israel gestures to the front of the caravan. "I am heading to Dry Rose, are you coming as well? If you are, feel free to tell me if anything else strikes your fancy." Once again, further hiding the CDs, she goes to the front of the Caravan.
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Post by Heracles on Aug 19, 2010 15:41:23 GMT -5
"Well I'm heading for...Dry Rose. Maybe we can...find something out there." He suggested, beginning to walk again. He had stopped when Antonio had asked about the Italians, but the heat was intense and he was almost out of water. He had to get to the city fast so he could begin his search for something to help his people.
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Post by Antonio Fernández Carriedo on Aug 19, 2010 15:59:46 GMT -5
Antonio nodded. "I was heading there as well." He said, following after Heracles as he thought about how his own people and how they were doing. It seemed like eons since he had left, but he knew it couldn't have been that long.
"I hope we find another one of us there." He said for the sake of conversation, glancing at his companion.
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Post by Heracles on Aug 19, 2010 16:10:06 GMT -5
Heracles nodded, not looking over at him. It was awhile before he spoke. He had grown so accustomed to the silence of traveling alone on top of his usual lack of words. When he finally did speak it was rather soft.
"Yes, I do too. I would really like...to meet up with people we know. But...I want some who...has valuable things to trade...more."
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Post by Romano on Aug 19, 2010 17:13:38 GMT -5
Romano glared at the city in the distance from underneath his hood. He did not want to be anywhere near here, but he was out of water and all of the ground water in the area was too contaminated.
"Shit"
He fidgeted for a moment longer then pulled his collar over the lower half of his face, and started moving forward. He would go quickly. Hopefully the people here would smart enough to keep to themselves.
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Aug 19, 2010 17:49:12 GMT -5
"Yes, I am," he told Israel, then added as almost an afterthought, "And thank you."
It took Roderich a few minutes to reorganize his bag, but he finally managed to fit the boombox in with the rest of his things. Luckily the model was that of the early twenty-first century, and not the extremely bulky ones of the 1980s. He knew that it was useless without a CD or cassette, but he would be sure to keep a keen eye out for either one from now on.
As Israel climbed into the front of the caravan, he guessed that he was close to overstaying his welcome, and the last thing he wanted was to get on her bad side again. Before she started the caravan up again, he jumped down onto the ground, sending a cloud of dust into the air. Just as he had been a few minutes ago, he continued walking toward Dry Rose. The only difference was that he felt happier than he had in a long time, and his nose hurt significantly more.
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Post by Antonio Fernández Carriedo on Aug 19, 2010 18:42:38 GMT -5
Antonio nodded. Meeting up with someone they knew would certainly be nice...especially if that someone was Italian...whose name was 'Lovino'...
Sighing softly, he walked silently with Heracles, drawing into his own thoughts as the two nations made their way toward the city.
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