#celestin acker

[cyazurai]

Our next misfit is Celestin Acker.

Born in the summer of 2028, there was barely a time since he's been alive that the world hasn't been upturned. Unlike Nymphe, though, Celestin's parents were relatively normal, and tried their best to keep their son protected from the goings-on in the world as long as they could. He wasn't fully aware of how bad things were until his parents sent him away to a place that was designated safe for children... and never came back for him.

Being a sensitive soul, the loss of his parents has left him feeling deeply lonely and sad. No matter how many friends he might make or how the world might recover, he knows he'll never recover from this gloominess.

Since his parents kept him mostly protected from the harsh reality of the world as long as they could, he has grown to actually care about his appearance and the health of his skin and hair, unlike most people these days. Just because the world ended doesn't mean those left standing shouldn't care how they look.

He doesn't have many... survival skills, and he knows this. If anything, he's more of a liability than a boon, but he's promised to teach the future children born to the community, since he enjoys reading and writing. It might not help with arithmetic, history, or anything else, but it's a start.

Eventually, once they have gotten to a point where they can live comfortably, he longs to start writing books and... well, publishing them, if there is any way to publish them in the near future. It's his life goal, since he knows that so, so many wonderful books were lost forever in the nuclear war.

And you know, maybe he'll find someone to help with his loneliness... one can always home.

[cyazurai]

Nymphe had been traveling for a couple of years as she gathered her small group of misfits. They were from all over Simerica, and gradually, somehow they had found each other. She would be eternally grateful, because in just a short time she had grown to care about each and every one of them, and despite some of their shortcomings, they were valuable members of their little society.

But they knew that eventually they would have to settle down. They had originally thought about finding a place away from any signs of society - out in the countryside, where there was less likely to be Lawless about, and less chance of radiation or the remnants of biological weapons.

When they saw Evergreen Harbor, though, they knew that it was the place. It was the perfect place to start anew - it had so much trash they could repurpose for their own needs, as well as houses to raid. The more law-conscious of them raided the garbage piles, while those who were less... squeamish about stealing from dead people broke in to steal a few necessary items they could easily carry out.

Once they had scavenged enough items, they cleaned out an empty lot so they could have somewhere to stay, at least temporarily. They didn't have a lot to their names, but they were able to put together a small homeless encampment with beds made from stolen mattresses and store pallets.

"I don't see why we didn't just steal the frames, mattresses, and sheets," Gabriel commented once they had gotten everything set up.

Nymphe was beginning to grow frustrated - she loved her community members, but sometimes it was like they had rocks for brains and couldn't really absorb information that was told to them. "Do you want to drag a bed frame all the way here? I know I don't. And Goldie said all the beds were already stripped ages ago. What sheets were they supposed to take, Gabe?"

"I don't know, check the linen closets maybe?!" He was beginning to get frustrated, but they were all exhausted and frustrated so no one really held it against him.

"We did," Goldie piped up, glancing over from her conversation with Eugenia. "Picked bare. No clothes in drawers, no towels, no bed sheets, no throw blankets, nothing. We have to make due with what we found."

And that's exactly what they were going to have to do.