where: ruined site of second hand collective who: @dadivosos (elijah) and nolan fitzpatrick
“Fuck, man. They really made sure there'd be nothin' left of this place, huh?” There was a touch of sincerity in his voice as he aimed his cellphone camera down at another corner of wreckage. Though he wasn’t a Reaper, there was still a small sense of loss he felt walking amongst the ruin. Second Gear Collective had been a staple of the community, a passion project of his oldest friend. Nolan wasn’t the sentimental type, typically one to jump at opportunity more than sit in empathy, but considering the circumstances it was hard to not feel a bit of both. Especially when CC had been in the line of fire when everything went down (no pun intended). “You haven’t been talkin’ to any insurance scumbags, have you? Sneaky bastards’ll try anything to try and bait you.” He checked, stepping over a small piece of fallen machinery. “Wife and kids okay?"
