[she picks up her television then like it weighs nothing, tucking it under her arm and pocketing the remote next to her device. they need to find something to carry stuff in... and not a body bag. Kara refuses to bring one of those out around Max, geez louise.
she makes her way back to the third floor entrance, setting her stuff down, and goes behind the counter of the reception area. on one shelf, at the bottom, is a number of purses, all designed differently and lined up together. those that are unzipped are filled with dust. It's... it's not perfect, still sad, but it's a heck of a lot better than a body bag.
Kara picks them up, pumping a fist when behind them is someone's gym duffel. There they go! She sets the purses aside, tucking them onto another shelf so that Max won't have to see the reminders that people were here, people were killed by monsters. Instead, she grabs the gym duffel, pulling the zipper open slowly, so slowly, each little almost-silent click of it making sweat bead on her forehead.
once it's open, she takes out the towel, the round, gray gym key, and the yellowed paper list of workouts. Must have been a crossfitter. The list is labeled "WODs." She pops up from behind the counter and holds the bag up for Max to see, a triumphant grin on her face.]
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[she picks up her television then like it weighs nothing, tucking it under her arm and pocketing the remote next to her device. they need to find something to carry stuff in... and not a body bag. Kara refuses to bring one of those out around Max, geez louise.
she makes her way back to the third floor entrance, setting her stuff down, and goes behind the counter of the reception area. on one shelf, at the bottom, is a number of purses, all designed differently and lined up together. those that are unzipped are filled with dust. It's... it's not perfect, still sad, but it's a heck of a lot better than a body bag.
Kara picks them up, pumping a fist when behind them is someone's gym duffel. There they go! She sets the purses aside, tucking them onto another shelf so that Max won't have to see the reminders that people were here, people were killed by monsters. Instead, she grabs the gym duffel, pulling the zipper open slowly, so slowly, each little almost-silent click of it making sweat bead on her forehead.
once it's open, she takes out the towel, the round, gray gym key, and the yellowed paper list of workouts. Must have been a crossfitter. The list is labeled "WODs." She pops up from behind the counter and holds the bag up for Max to see, a triumphant grin on her face.]