(2016-04-23) Luck of the Irish
Luck of the Irish
Summary: Teigue arrives at Camp Hope.
Date: 2016.04.23
Related: Nerds of a Feather

With the weather being a nice evening makes for easy travel. Teigue moves slowly down the middle of 8th street with slow and methodical steps. His eyes scanning over the trees and the various apartments and homes that surround him, keeping an eye out for any movement. Despite the nice weather, one can never be too careful. So, he moves down the street, moving towards an abandoned vehicle. As he reaches the vehicle he attempts to peer into the vehicle, wiping away any of the dust and dirt that may be there in order to gain a better look inside for anything that can be of use.

Meanwhile, Terry hangs out in one of the guard towers, conducting his shift of the watch with a pair of fresh recruits. "Alright, so, the idea is simple… watch this area, keep an eye out for folks. If things go pear-shaped, holler." He begins making his way toward the ladder to begin heading down from the wall, when his 'terry sense' tingles, and he turns back. He swipes a pair of binoculars from one of the guards, and begins searching. "…We may have company. Hang on." He says, sweeping the area. The recruits just kinda mill about, unsure if Terry's serious, or testing them.

Finding nothing worth getting in the car, Teigue continues to move back towards the center of the street, moving towards the wall, his gaze moving from the wall to the buildings, moving slowly. He adjusts the rifle from his shoulder to his hands, not sure what to expect from either anyone on the wall or anyone hiding in the buildings on either side of the street. He continues to move closer, glancing into any vehicles he passes by, still not finding anything worth stopping for.

The two recruits notice Teigue, and steady themselves; weapons out, but not up. "Are you looking for something in particular?" Terry inquires, audibly. He keeps his hands empty, save for the binoculars, and visible in any case. Don't want to start off on the wrong foot. "Perhaps we can point you in the right direction."

At the sound of the voice, Teigue stops where he stands and looks into the direction the voice comes from. He keeps his rifle pointed down and to the left, making sure to keep it steady. He considers his words before he calls back towards the voice. "I heard there was a camp around here." His voice thick with an Irish accent. "I don't suppose you know where that's is." His eyes move towards the area around him for a moment before returning to the wall.

"Camp Hope. Yeah, I know where it is… You're lookin' at it." Terry responds, nodding. There's a friendly note to his voice.. at least, he *hopes* it comes across as friendly. Of course, people think he's serious when he's trying to be funny, so there's that.

Teigue lets out a sigh of relief at the words as he lowers his head, the rifle now moving to the side of the hand that holds it, the barrel pointing down. A small smile forms on his lips before he chuckles softly. He looks back up at the wall and the man atop it. "I don't suppose there's any room at the inn, is there?"

"Sure. Just make sure your friend there doesn't go shooting his mouth off. Please and thanks.." Terry signals one of the guys on the ground. A break appears in the perimeter. "This way, please."

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