"Loud and clear," comes Ellen's answer. "No activity out here, thank goodness."
There's a set of ramshackle stairs along one of the fences that leads up to the central sentry area. A wall of rubble gives way up ahead to a larger open area. It might've been meant as the mall's central plaza long ago. For now, it's used as the slavers' dining area, to judge by the tables and ancient refrigerators and steel-drum barbecues to the right. To the left is a pool table and a roasting headless cow (or something else of that size) on a spit over an open fire. Beyond that is building that might've once been a movie theater, all false grandeur and pillars and peeling paint. A sign next to the door proclaims it to be Eulogy's Pad.
The roasting Brahmin may be enough to mask the smell coming from the buildings further to the south, or it may not. Certainly the fire under it isn't putting off enough smoke to mask the sight of twelve-foot-high double fences topped with barbed wire that wall off what might've been the mall's administrative offices once, or hide the milling human figures behind the fences.
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Date: 2010-10-21 10:31 pm (UTC)There's a set of ramshackle stairs along one of the fences that leads up to the central sentry area. A wall of rubble gives way up ahead to a larger open area. It might've been meant as the mall's central plaza long ago. For now, it's used as the slavers' dining area, to judge by the tables and ancient refrigerators and steel-drum barbecues to the right. To the left is a pool table and a roasting headless cow (or something else of that size) on a spit over an open fire. Beyond that is building that might've once been a movie theater, all false grandeur and pillars and peeling paint. A sign next to the door proclaims it to be Eulogy's Pad.
The roasting Brahmin may be enough to mask the smell coming from the buildings further to the south, or it may not. Certainly the fire under it isn't putting off enough smoke to mask the sight of twelve-foot-high double fences topped with barbed wire that wall off what might've been the mall's administrative offices once, or hide the milling human figures behind the fences.