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ARAMIS FINCH
STR: 8 | PER: 9 | END: 7
STR: 8 | PER: 9 | END: 7
Some ghouls say they used to call it urban exploration. Exploration. They'd regale tales on sneaking into abandoned hospitals or hotels or schools and the mystery surrounding it all. The rush of getting caught, of stumbling across something they shouldn't have seen. They said it wistfully, through rose-colored glasses that only saw a leaky roof or busted air conditioning as the worst of dangers. Aramis, along with literally any other wastelander who's been outside longer than five minutes, wouldn't even have a phrase for it. It was what a person did. Survival.
He pushed through an intact door of a building, the signage too weathered away to read. That's what piqued his interest. What reminded him of those nostalgic ghouls. When's the last time he's seen an intact door? Windows that weren't busted to shit? Hell, the locking system was still somewhat intact, seeing how he had to crash his shoulder through to get it open. Dust lingered in the air, unsettled for the first time in a while. A long, long while. His eyes glimmered in the sunlight; was he…excited? Was this an adventure? Was this what those ghouls felt?
He took a few steps, floorboards remaining silent and keeping the stillness unbroken. Fingers wiped a nearby shelf, a thick layer of uranium-infused dust collected on them. Eyes scanned the area. It looked like a shop of some sorts. Lots of shelving but not enough inventory for him to tell what they used to sell. Another gentle step, a wiping of the hands to get the dust off. The wanderer even took his hand off of his pistol to absorb his surroundings that much more. If he had an ounce of culture to him, maybe his mind would wax poetic about silence and humanity or whatever.
Instead, someone -or something- broke the silence and scared the shit out of him.