Blake Vanracht
"There... hours of work, and finally some result." Blake says as he holds his creation in the light of his lamp. It wasn't much, but the jagged metal dagger would hopefully find many uses soon. It had a thick blade, and a very sharp edge that took a long time to get right. It was not very malleable, so Blake hoped it would hold the edge as well. The handle was made from being dipped in melted rubber.
"What is that for, if I may ask?" Jynkk asks, looking at the makeshift blade without particular fascination.
"The knives I found in shops were cheaply made, and my ramen budget can't afford much better than a pocket knife. This is practical, isn't it?" Blake asked as he tested out the sharpness more on a small wooden block. Jynkk looked back to the window, night was approaching quickly after Blake finally made his dagger.
"You said the building was nice?" Jynkk asks in curiosity.
"It is fine. It could use minor fixing up, but we are hiding in the cellar anyways. Apparently it was a liquor store a while back, but little was left behind I would imagine." Blake says, noting the vanishing light. He walks to his room to prepare the note, and gather his belongings he would take.
Leaving the money and note on his roommates night-stand, he was struck with a faint sadness it seemed. He was not one to get emotional, but leaving everything he knew started to get to him. Taking a deep breath, he walked to his room. Putting on a couple jackets and taking a small blanket, he prepared in advance for cold weather. Also taking his revolver from under his bed, he noted he only had two bullets loaded, and a .32-20 wasn't much to take out a familiar. Finally, he gathered a bottle of rubbing alcohol and five pouches of beef flavored ramen. Not nearly enough to survive on, but enough for the first two days if he were careful.
Sitting back in his chair, after almost forgetting his approximate $900 savings, they counted down until it was nearly pitch black. Well after the streetlights kicked in, and the ground away from their dim light was impossible to distinguish, Blake covered Jynkk with a tarp and opened the garage door to let them both out. Closing the garage behind him, he made sure the house was locked, and proceeded to walk in the direction of the old liquor store. Jynkk followed Blake from the faint sound of footsteps, although opted to walk carefully on lawns to soften the sound of the metal legs against the ground. Nobody seemed to be staring out their windows, and they walked the first block quickly and easily.
The second block posed an issue. A couple of elderly ladies sat on a bus-stop bench. Walking toward them, Blake prepared an excuse. There wasn't much of a way around them, and there was no space behind them, so in front of them was the only way to go without looking even more unusual.
"Hello young mister." one of the women casually greeted him. Jynkk walked right behind Blake, with the tarp impossible to distinguish from a robe or blanket in the darkness, or the elderly ladies eye-sight Blake hoped.
"Good evening. We are a bit hasty, I apologize." Blake says, as they continue walking past. He hoped strongly that they just assumed Jynkk to be a large, or quite obese, man that followed quietly behind him. To his infinite relief, no further replies were to be faced as the ladies turned to gossip amongst each other instead.
Jynkk followed quietly as possible, as Blake looked for the liquor store. Many shops and restaurants were there, few had much business. Finally seeing the discreet store, Blake looked around himself to see if anyone was watching. After assuring they were not watched, he began picking the lock to the store. After going through five bobby pins, he managed to get the antiquated mechanism to let him through. Jynkk barely got through the wide single door, and the inside of the shop was pitch black. Locking the door back, They walked deeper into the store before Blake used his phone for light. There was little besides dust, but the backroom had a chair and table for break-time. Looking carefully, he spotted the long trapdoor for a basement. Opening it carefully, he was wary against making additional noise if any employees were still in the stores.
Upon stepping down the narrow steps into the basement, it smelled musty and dust covered the floor. Jynkk was careful not to make noise, and slowly stepped down the cement steps into the generously sized room. It was about 20 by 20 feet total, and in good condition considering the store was closed.
"This is our new home...." Blake says with a slight smirk, and sets his possessions aside on the dusty floor.
"I am considering how bad death is in comparison to this situation." Jynkk says half in jest, not sharing the same contentedness as Blake.