Thread: loot,junk,shit and stuff ( st/any )

The heaps of trash seem to shift under your feet and it sounds like you can hear someone yawning in the distance. As you scrounge around there is a glass bottle peeking out of one of the piles that seems cleaner than it should be.

ayven ducks down as the heap shifts if there was someone out there he didnt need to blow his cover by being out in the landfill. as he ducked down he touched the clean bottle pulling it out to look at it.

looking around he army crawls to the top of the pile looking around cautiously for anyone out there while he examines the bottle

"with a good washing it would be great for a makeshift canteen " he says to himself before reaching deep into the pile searching blindly for any other items pulling out a semi bent crowbar. he nods approvingly sticking it in his new backpack. but keeps the bottle in hand.

The heap shifts again and another yawn can be heard. This time as you slide to a halt you see a black flask. As you pick it up, it feels like there's still some kind of liquid in it.

ayven stood brushing off remnants from a busted bag he'd have to find a river or something later. picking up the flask he opens it taking a whiff to see if he can tell what it is.

Whatever is in the flask smells highly flammable. It feels oddly comfortable in your hand and you get the odd sense that the pile of garbage wanted you to have the flask.

ayven recaps the flask for a second digging in his pocket for a second pulling out three used movie stubs and a woven necklace tossing them onto the pile. " thanks not sure what to do with it yet but ill find a use. might not be a fair trade but its all ive got maybe i can bring some stuff from the station wagon. ive got a weed eater mower in there " he stopped looking around himself was he really talking to a trash heap? with everything thats happened this didnt seem too far fetched. shrugging he leaned down picking up a bolt or two sticking them in his pocket for the board and offf he went looking for something for his neice who would be much stricter on a gift requirements than her brother

The mountains of trash seem to almost sigh contentedly and the pile you are on shifts dramatically tumbling you downward and onto another pile. Your hand lands on something soft and you realize it is a very worn but well taken care of doll with a porcelain painted face. The hair is ratted but could be combed out. The dress it torn but could be sewn. The body and face of the doll are still perfectly in tact.

ayven picked the doll up looking at its face for a few seconds. the heap had provided where economy failed everything didnt have to be new to be wanted. she would like the doll he could tell. again he thanked the heap glad that the gifts would bring his neice and nephew a few smiles. as he left he made plans to return give some things back to the heap in thanks for its offerings.