Junking Results (Salvage)

[Nisha Dovickssen]

Nisha was a person that believed that all things had a place in which they belonged. Unfortunately, the odds and ends she located within the ruins were pieces that would have been wasted, their homes disrupted by the chaos and Shadows. Some of the things she kept for the sake of utilizing them herself, but the majority of it she sold to the blonde lady at the Gap. It was a good means of getting extra money, as she liked to ensure Yippa had at least some decent-quality food, and not the cheap, unhealthy, and otherwise nasty stuff.

As the giant dumped a sack's worth of junk upon the counter, she took a moment to separate everything. Everything was organized into orderly stacks of related goods. Might've been an unnecessary action on her part, but she felt better about putting things straight. At the very least, the blonde wouldn't have to sort it out herself. Yeah, it might've been unnecessary, but it was at least thoughtful. Tilting her head to the side slightly, she awaited a verdict on her goods.

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[Nisha Dovickssen]

Nisha had a small backpack filled with random objects from her explorations. It was actually a goodly-sized pack, but it looked dwarfed on her back. Opening it and situating her pieces on the counter in an orderly manner, she awaited judgment from the blonde woman. Not a word was spoken by the giant. Then again, she seldom spoke around anyone other than Yippa, unless it was out of necessity. Backpack slung over her right shoulder, the woman kept her right hand around the strap. With her left hand dangling from having the thumb hooked into the pocket, she gave a quick glance around. For some reason, Shadows never did come there. She had to wonder why.

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[Nisha Dovickssen]

It was time for the woman to drop off her findings at that one shop in the Gap. The blonde was there, and the giant, like always, silently sorted out her things in a neat fashion. No words were given, and none were needed, assuming that all was well. It was questionably better that way, Nisha thought. She had to question her own reasoning for that on occasion- why she was better off with silence than communication. At times, she did feel lonely. At others, she felt infinitely more comfortable being by herself, where none could judge her. That was one reason she liked the blonde. Even if she was judging Nisha, she didn't say anything about it- didn't give any strange or upsetting opinions.

Things just worked better like that.

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[Nisha Dovickssen]

Nisha had picked up some things during her trip to the car factory. She wasn't a fan of automobiles, but, surely, some of the things she found had some degree of worth. Given the level of destruction and corruption in the area, even if they did manage to clean everything away, the likelihood of anything there being used by the owners was fairly small. Therefore she had no issues with taking the bits and pieces that at least looked like they could be of use. Better to give them to a stranger than leave them for the Shadows to destroy, after all. Neatly sorting the things out on the counter, the woman just waited for the blonde to give her judgments. After that, she'd just head back home for the day.

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[Nisha Dovickssen]

Nisha calmly took a number of things out of her pockets. As usual, she neatly organized them on the counter for the blonde merchant. Merchant seemed to be the best title for the blonde. She bought goods, gave rewards, and all that. She also had a safe haven. It was odd, but she did not bother questioning it. She was a fighter and a worker. Thinking was not her strong point, and she would never try to delude herself or others into thinking otherwise. Crossing her arms, she rolled her head around on her shoulders, getting her neck nice and loose while waiting for the end of the exchange. She had a while, so she was in no rush.

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[Nisha Dovickssen]

Quietly strolling into the Gap, Nisha again met with the blonde woman. Or, more correctly, stopped at her counter. The giant had become very familiar with the counter in recent times. She routinely visited on the same day every week, typically with an accumulation of lesser-grade stuff that she organized neatly for the other's sake. Doing just that, the woman finally nodded after piles of various things, coming from all sorts of areas, were organized on the counter, ready to be accepted. The gentle giant had no need for most of them. Though she had pocketed some of her initial findings, to cut living costs down. She was a living person too, after all.

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[Nisha Dovickssen]

A little tired from continuous outings, Nisha stepped up to the blonde woman's shop and began producing a few pieces of junk acquired from a number of locations. If there was anything she could confidently say about herself, it was the fact that she got around to a number of places every week. As a result, she got her hands on a number of odd or interesting things that she herself had no need of. Which, through a simple process of translation, meant that the woman there at the Gap would likely exchange them for money. Every time she went there, the giant had a number of questions she wanted to ask the blonde, but she knew better than to prod people for answers. She could appreciate the silent, simple processes that she went through there.

It was relaxing. Everything went like it should.

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[Nisha Dovickssen]

Nisha had simply stepped into the shop, as she had every week, and deposited her load of junk on the blonde woman's counter. Situating it into pleasant groupings that made at least some degree of sense, the woman remained silent before she finally looked up towards the woman. She waited. Their exchanges were usually as close to silent as could be, so that was fine. It was just waiting for the actual exchange to occur. Once that happened, they could both go on their ways, content with the results of their exchanges. Or, at the very least, that was how she figured they would go on their ways. The blonde never seemed to complain about the exchanges.