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kore_logs2013-05-05 12:22 pm
justrunsasaloon) wrote in kore_logs2013-05-05 12:22 pm
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Time to make moonshine
Who: Ellen and Ruby
What: Making a still, and accidentally appropriating supplies.
When: Afternoon Day 68
Where: Around.
Warnings: Probably none. Though swearing is probably a good bet.
Ellen scowls at the back of the bar and then heads to where she's gathered the one supply she'd managed to find: an old metal wash basin. It needs scrubbed and boiled a while, but it'll do.
Her eyes sharp, she starts looking in the least likely of places: the back of the library, the church, and then she heads for the general store. If anything, she should be able to find something in there. Tubing, more tubs, something.
Nothing, the place is a bust.
Ellen isn't going to let that stop her. She has to find...
In back of one of the houses, she finds them. A tiny bit of tubing a couple of wash basins.
Bingo. Almost enough to make a still.
The hairs on the back of her neck rise and she reaches under her coat. The heavy butt of the .357 is comfortable in her hand.
"I'm just lookin' for supplies. No reason to start anything."
What: Making a still, and accidentally appropriating supplies.
When: Afternoon Day 68
Where: Around.
Warnings: Probably none. Though swearing is probably a good bet.
Ellen scowls at the back of the bar and then heads to where she's gathered the one supply she'd managed to find: an old metal wash basin. It needs scrubbed and boiled a while, but it'll do.
Her eyes sharp, she starts looking in the least likely of places: the back of the library, the church, and then she heads for the general store. If anything, she should be able to find something in there. Tubing, more tubs, something.
Nothing, the place is a bust.
Ellen isn't going to let that stop her. She has to find...
In back of one of the houses, she finds them. A tiny bit of tubing a couple of wash basins.
Bingo. Almost enough to make a still.
The hairs on the back of her neck rise and she reaches under her coat. The heavy butt of the .357 is comfortable in her hand.
"I'm just lookin' for supplies. No reason to start anything."
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"I think I saw a wheelbarrow not far from here."
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Her hands work swiftly and with the confidence of having done this several times before. It makes her miss her uncle's place back in Oklahoma, and the old still they used to have in the Roadhouse. She hadn't used it for years, because more than one cop had stopped by, but she misses it.
... Hell, she's pretty sure Bobby had one at one point.