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Post by Victoria on Oct 29, 2014 1:34:32 GMT
No one needed money in the zombie apocalypse. Everything had turned into the barter system. No one had any use for paper money and coins were better off melted down into bullets or weapon. The vault remained the most useless part of the bank, even with it's solid wall.
Not one with any patience for useless things nor one to socialize much with her fellow Brothers, Victoria entered the Vault and set to work organizing the riches that was once coveted but now forgotten. Bills were laid in a pile. coins in another to be sorted later.
Everything else she would deal with later. Jewelry, gems, papers. She plopped down by the pile of bills and began to carefully stitch the papery fabric together to re-purpose them as blankets, clothing, or bags. Anything but a waste of space.
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Post by Jesse Custer on Oct 30, 2014 16:25:12 GMT
Light from the large window in his room was what woke up Jesse from his slumber, he grunted in anger because it had taken him from the arms of his daughters, and the embrace of his club. The giant man pushed himself up from the army cot and sat his bare feet on the cold stone floor, rubbing the rest of sleep away. Jesse stood up and stretched before walking over to his office desk where he picked up a bottle of liquor, but at the last second he stops from taking a drink. He looks at the bottle for a little bit. Then he sits it down when something in the corner of his eye catches his attention, Victoria, and she went into the vault. Grabbing his black t-shirt off the back of his rolling chair he starts in that direction but just outside of the office door he stops to look back at the bottle of liquor. It was a hard moment to walk away but with a deep growl he finally does.
Jesse stands outside the vault watching her as she looked around the vault, probably recalling the old value of money, and how it would rot here like everything and everyone else. He also loses himself in thought as he recalls the last time he had been inside of a bank was ten years ago however he wasn't making a deposit his crew was making a LARGE withdrawl with blazing guns and smoke bombs. A rat snitch undercover cop however ruined that for him, the burn of bullet wounds on the back of his legs brought a strong acid taste from the pits of his stomach up his throat. "It's a shame ain't it?", he said breaking his own thoughts, "Before all this shit how green ruled the world".
The massive sized man steps into the vault and once inside pulls his t-shirt over his head. He walks pat Victoria who is stitching the money together, for what reason he didn't know but if was for use then so be it. Jesse finds a wall and with his back against the wall he sinks to the floor where he begins to pick up a few stacks of cash, "I use to live for this. Almost died for it a couple of times and now it means nothing", he said with a chuckle before sitting the wads of cold dusty green back down. Pulling his hair back into a ponytail Jesse just watched Victoria not in a sick preverted way but one of pity, how did a woman land herself with a band of thugs such as him and his brothers? He was never one to pry into ones past but he couldn't help himself, "Victoria how did you find yourself within our ranks? How did you get heer lady? I know a lot of these men here, grew up with most but I know you're not from around here, so let us play a game I ask a question and I'll allow you to ask me a question". |
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Post by Victoria on Nov 4, 2014 0:39:20 GMT
If Victoria was aware of Custer's presence, which she most likely was, she did not let it show in her movements. She continued to quietly and meticulously stitch the bills together. She did incline her head slightly in his direction when he began to speak to show that she was in fact listening even if she did not comment on his mention of living for the worthless green bills in the world that was.
Money never meant anything to her, really. It was a means to an end and she never put herself at risk for it.
"Predators outlive prey." She answered, not wanting to get into details of her past with anyone. No one needed to know why she was a monster, just that she was one. "Managed to get here from Texas. Didn't really have a goal and mind and I figured it was tactfully in my best interest to ally myself with this group rather than any of the others. There's some power in loners."
Giving her the chance to ask a question was something that she had not expected from their leader. She was not really overly curious about him, about anyone. Questions meant getting to know someone. Getting to know someone meant the risk of attachment. Attachment was a weakness that she could not afford. Yet she found herself asking a question anyways.
"You have history here." Victoria said as she paused to pick up another bill. "You seem respected enough, but do you worry that someone may get greedy for the power you hold?"
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