Officer Rich Filth was not a squeamish man. In fact, in the line of duty, Officer Filth had seen more than his fair share of guts and blood, smelled some pretty terrible smells (dead bodies were hardly the worst stench). But, by God, after a month of smelling the combined body odors of some couple dozen people, Officer Filth wanted to gag on his drink every time he caught just a whiff of some sweaty armpit.
Yes, even if it was his.
The Kentucky transplant had held out as long as he could, because if he told this story to the new kids Heimdall Security would pump in, they'd call him all sorts a' rude names like "p***y" and "weak a** old man." Rich could handle those names, sure, but he wanted to make a good impression once this was all said and done. But one officer of the law now Canadian mall cop could only take so much BO, and Rich Filth had reached his limits, dammit.
Ya had to draw a line in the sand, and this was his damn line.
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Character's name: Rich Filth Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: [x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall and built like a Kentucky farmer's son, graying hair and beard. Currently wearing a reindeer cap. [x]
Apparently, though, Rich Filth's line in the sand was not above scouring Hot Topic for the umpteenth time that month. Rich was not at all the type to shop at a Hot Topic (Lord have mercy, if Coral ever got into this s**t...), but it was one of the few damn clothing stores that was considered safe, and unlocked. He'd much prefer looting the Gap, or even Spencer's - they had funny shirts - but Hot Topic and all its teenage feakdom and angst would have to do. It was just his breathing mask, after all.
Rich's initial hunt took him to the wall where all the band shirts used to be on display, where the officer hoped to find something decent like The Ramones or Guns and Roses, but those both were long gone. Apparently every other middle aged guy in the area had the same idea. Rich was never really keen on Rock n' Roll, though mind you he love himself some Elvis, and longed for a listen to ol' Johnny Cash and Willie Nelson. Teenagers who dressed up all in neon and black didn't care much for the good ol' boys, though, even if they claimed to love The Man in Black. More like they loved one 'r two of his songs, and that was about it.
But rummaging around didn't even earn him a shirt with a Walk the Line reference. He supposed he'd have to turn to the nerdy things now, all them video games and comics - not that Rich minded a good ol' American classic, like Spiderman or Captain America. It was those big eyes, funky haired ones from Japan that Rich didn't understand. Didn't even bother trying to, really. Let the people who liked it have their fun, he'd just ignore it best he could. Digging around in the bins and scattered clothing earned him something, a big red shirt with some teeth on it. The tag said it was Spider-Man licensed, but Rich wasn't aware of when Spidey got all dark 'n gritty. Damn these teens and their dark 'n gritty stuff.
Treasure in hand, Rich ducked out of Hot Topic with a sigh of relief. Hopefully he wouldn't need to be going back in there anymore.
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Character's name: Rich Filth Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: [x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall and built like a Kentucky farmer's son, graying hair and beard. Currently wearing a reindeer cap. [x]
The next thing Rich would need for his brethability device was a good bit of potpourri, preferably something that didn't smell like an old woman's drawer full of stale air and dead flowers. If he had to smell something for a week straight that wasn't BO, the officer wanted something he liked. Coffee would be best, with the fruity twinge of a yeasted donut, rich with the veneer of a transparent sugar glaze. Unfortunately, crushed up Timbits didn't make for stable potpourri, even if they somehow had yet to rot inside their display cases thanks to all the sugars and preservatives in the damn things.
But God, they sure did taste good. Officer Filth would have been well on his way to being a typical Fat Cop Who Eats Donuts, if it hadn't been for this apocalypse and the scarcity of food. He'd always ate a truckload of food as a kid, back in Kentucky, where he helped his Daddy load hay bales onto a big truck, hog-tied the pigs, and helped his Momma plow her moderate vegetable garden. Mall Security wasn't nearly as much work as the good old boy was used to, though. Just a bunch of strolling around and the occasional case of escorting some roustabout from a store.
Teavana wasn't one of those stores, fortunately. Hell, Rich only had to go the store once before - during the tour of the mall on his first day of training. Something about how they got a discount for being mall employees, and he vaguely remembered Lorraine mentioning that she'd like some kinda blend from the store, with peaches and such. Rich hadn't been listening (a bad habit he was prone to around his wife), but he was sure she'd said something about peaches, maybe cream too? Did they even make a peaches and cream tea?
The tea store was virtually untouched, seeing as there wasn't much to loot other than cash from the register, and maybe clean water when they had it. Rich saw a few of the big tea tins strewn about behind the counter, probably from fellow Mall Rats searching for a way to make their lives a little less stench filled. Getting behind said counter would be an issue, with broken glass and cash register shrapnel all over the floor. He'd have to jump over, and hope not to make any noise - which of course he did.
But no shamblers came, and Officer Filth was free to search for his wife's tea.]
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Character's name: Rich Filth Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: [x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall and built like a Kentucky farmer's son, graying hair and beard. Currently wearing a reindeer cap. [x]
Boy, there sure were a whole lot of teas in this store. Rich had only had two teas in his life; sweet, and sweeter. The heck was up with all this stuff? What was a "Passion Mango Cloud", even?
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Character's name: Rich Filth Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: [x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall and built like a Kentucky farmer's son, graying hair and beard. Currently wearing a reindeer cap. [x]
Cocoa nibs and orange peel? Red berries and licorice? Who in heck drank that kinda thing?
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Character's name: Rich Filth Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: [x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall and built like a Kentucky farmer's son, graying hair and beard. Currently wearing a reindeer cap. [x]
Checking inside, Rich found that it was not, actually, gunpowder. Just black tea.
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Character's name: Rich Filth Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: [x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall and built like a Kentucky farmer's son, graying hair and beard. Currently wearing a reindeer cap. [x]
Honestly, Rich was beginning to get a headache from smelling all these different teas. Maybe it would be better just to deal with the BO.
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Character's name: Rich Filth Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: [x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall and built like a Kentucky farmer's son, graying hair and beard. Currently wearing a reindeer cap. [x]
This one smelled like Christmas morning. Rich pocketed a bit of it for his own reasons (Lorraine loved Christmas), before resuming his search.
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Character's name: Rich Filth Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: [x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall and built like a Kentucky farmer's son, graying hair and beard. Currently wearing a reindeer cap. [x]
Oh, now they were getting to the fruits. Though why anyone would want to drink pineapple and white chocolate, Rich would never figure out.
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Character's name: Rich Filth Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: [x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall and built like a Kentucky farmer's son, graying hair and beard. Currently wearing a reindeer cap. [x]
Oh, right. Because this store was the one place that din't reek of sweat and semen.
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Character's name: Rich Filth Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: [x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall and built like a Kentucky farmer's son, graying hair and beard. Currently wearing a reindeer cap. [x]
Strawberries and cream. Not quite there yet, but so close.
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Character's name: Rich Filth Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: [x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall and built like a Kentucky farmer's son, graying hair and beard. Currently wearing a reindeer cap. [x]
"Aha!" Rich exclaimed, finally getting a sweet whiff of sugared cream and peaches. Perfect.
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Character's name: Rich Filth Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: [x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall and built like a Kentucky farmer's son, graying hair and beard. Currently wearing a reindeer cap. [x]
Fortunately for Rich, the Carnage shirt he'd looted from Hot Topic was one of those shirt with the weird inside hoods that the wearer could pull up over their face. The peaches and cream tea was stuffed into said hood, then the bottom half, and the sleeves of the shirt were ripped off to make one solid bandanna, with a potpourri pouch built in.
Just peachy.
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Character's name: Rich Filth Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: [x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall and built like a Kentucky farmer's son, graying hair and beard. Currently wearing a reindeer cap. [x]
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