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[gevurah]

Date & Time: 22nd to the 24th
Location: a synagogue in the city
Characters: Kate & whoever else volunteered to help and/or anyone who wants to see what is going on.
Summary: can we fix it? I hope so.
Warnings: ???


The exteriors of the synagogue aren’t too shabby surprisingly, but the main door needs a good push before it can be shouldered open properly and it creaks loudly as it swings on its hinges. Bits of the walls outside are chipped and discoloured, slowly but constantly being eroded each day in the never ending rainfall that blankets the city.

Inside the building is still as cold as it is outside; windows missing entire panes or broken bits still clinging to the frames, still sharp and dangerous enough to cut deep into one’s flesh if they’re not careful enough. Wherever the windows are, cold wind blows in, and the floor beneath the sills are damp and around the edges have some mold growing. There’s also pieces of glass laying on the floor.

There’s dust and broken bits of wood everywhere. Wooden beams that are supposed to support the building lay half rotting around the building. Some of them are in the way if people want to go further into the building, so they’ll need to be carried out outside by a few helping hands. The air in the building is stuffy and unpleasant, even with wind passing in every now and then.

Honestly, it may feel more depressing inside the worn down building than it does outside in the rain that never ceases.


( ooc: feel free to tag in however as you like! characters can work together, do their own clean-up, take breaks, whatever you want. )

Comments

[innominata]

I used one. When we went to the desert.

[ And kept it too ]

[gevurah]

[ She pauses. ]

You picked up a gun there? Why?

[innominata]

Because they let me.

[gevurah]

Who?

[innominata]

The men there.

[gevurah]

Cat, guns are dangerous if handled wrong. You could hurt someone or yourself with them.

[innominata]

[ Indignation colors her cheeks. ]

I learned the rules! Don't aim at anything you don't want dead. Don't look inside the barrel.

[gevurah]

It shouldn't have been in your hands, anyway. [ She shakes her head, but she's relieved Cat isn't walking around with a bullet hole anywhere. ]

[innominata]

Nothing happened!

[gevurah]

But you fired. At what? [ Or who... ]

[innominata]

Bottles.

[gevurah]

Just be careful the next time someone hands you something like that. Don't take it.

[innominata]

But nothing happened.

[gevurah]

Guns aren't meant to be handled by kids.

[innominata]

I'm not a child.

[gevurah]

I don't think you've even touched thirteen yet.

[innominata]

I have and it makes me a woman. I could marry if I wanted. I could even be one of Merry's whores.

[ The kindly man had told her he could find her a husband or a good place where men would pay for her maiden's blood. She had said no, but the point remained: she is not a child. Children do not do what she has. ]

[gevurah]

[ She's a little taken aback by the response. More specifically, the whore comment. ]

Do you mean a woman who sells her body?

[ She knows people like Cat are from a time where "whore" is probably more commonplace. But Renee called her a slut once, sob. ]

[innominata]

Yes. That's what a whore is.

[gevurah]

We call them prostitutes mostly where I'm from.

And you wouldn't want to be in that line of work.

[innominata]

I didn't say I wanted to. I said I could be because I'm not a child. I could make easy coin with it too, I've seen it.

[gevurah]

[ Kate shakes her head. ]

Kids are forced into sexual labor all the time. [ Unfortunately. ]

The point is guns aren't meant to be handled by anyone who doesn't know how to.

[innominata]

Then they shouldn't be handled by anyone at all. No one is born knowing how.

[gevurah]

No, but rarely does handing a loaded gun to someone turn out fine. [ Cat was lucky, but she can't think the next time she may be. ]

[innominata]

[ A shrug. ]