Thread: Generation 2

From outside this building looks just like a normal, natural white brick building only with the letters B NK OF (original place name has been taken down and A has dropped) and digital screen, that used to tell temperature and time, on the roof.
Despite the rough times humanity has gone through, there are some things that never change. One of those is the feeling inside of the bank. Something in the essence of the air tells you to stay as quiet as you can - even the dust you notice while looking outside seems to fall as silently as it possibly can.
The lobby has only a few black little chairs for customers to wait at and one once decorative, now barely living plant stands in the far away corner. The big windows have been secured with metal bars. The bank worker stands calmly behind their table and smiles greetingly for all that walk in, unless they are at the vault returning people their tresures or placing them to safety.
On the desk stands a piece of cardboard, most likely ripped from a box, that asks you with neat handwriting to wait calmly if the clerk isn't around.
You could be tricked to imagine it's a normal bank in a normal world if the ceiling lights didn't flick and the side wall didn't have ill patched holes left after a pistol and fire axe.

You are free to enter the short corridor with a few doors that used to lead on the rooms for private banking discussions and the bank manager. One small office space was now transformed into a makeshift emergency room for those who need it. On the door hangs a crumpled paper that says: "The Doctor is always in".

A soft sigh emanated from the man's mouth, as he sat up from the couch. Raking a soft hand through his hair, he shook his head, his tired eyes slowly opening. He groaned as he pushed himself off of the uncomfortable cushions.

"Augh. I need to get myself a new couch." he mumbled, pulling his jacket off. The long coat was tossed onto his desk, the white no longer as bright as it was before. Light brown stains were found occasionally on the front of his jacket. He always meant to wash the stains out, but no matter how much he scrubbed at it, they would stay.

"Oi, better clean up." He bit down on the inside of his cheek and looked around the room before grabbing a thing from the floor. He didn't know what it was, so he picked it up and held it to his face, studying it.

"Someone must have dropped it as they were leaving." He smiled and stood up, walking over to his desk. He placed it on the light colored wood and then looked up at the ceiling, something landing on his face.

"The leak opened up again." He sighed and moved from under the hole and put a hand on his head, the tension in his shoulders starting to build up. With a shake of his head, he turned to his cabinet and pulled out a small cup. He put it on his desk and then closed his eyes, listening to the soft sound of the water tapping. The stress soon disappeared, and he was back to his normal self.

He started to hum a soft tune.

"Hello? Hello? Anyone here?
Kai whispered, shyly looking around. Being a new member to this here city, the first thing she wanted a home and something besides killing zombies to do in the afternoons.
"Hello? I'm looking for a job! Hello! Kai said a bit louder. She didn't see the clerk, and frankly, she didn't want to wait for the clerk. Goodness, you'd think the clerk would be a little bit less lazy!
Kai shrugged off the thought and sat down on one of the chairs, trying to make herself as comfortable as possible. She took off her backpack, reached inside, and pulled out her book. With a flick, she opened it to her page and began to read.

Wenda walked the streets of outer city feeling vulnerable and slightly disgusted. She had heard so much stories about what kind of things and customs were at large in here that she couldn't properly even concentrate on the turns and streets. There had been a zombie attack last night and they had just some hours ago got it over with by what her brother had told her.

The two Elite guards had been commanded to be her body guards. They knew this area as they had first been in this side of the Inner's walls. Wenda was sure they both could carry many mental problems and diseases they just managed to hide well. Seeing the worn out bank was a relief - as soon as the bank things were sorted out she could return to Inner and get a hot bath to wash off the visit in here.

Wenda told the body guards wait on the front door. She was scared to go inside alone but getting further away from the men not part of Humanity Project was a relief.

"Hello? I need some banking done! I'm from the Inner!" she tried to yell with the most polite voice she had. Wenda looked around and her heart almost jumped out of her chest when she spotted a girl sitting on one of the chairs. After a bit of slow breathing Wenda relaxed.
"You must be the one to run the bank, am I right? I guess people you can trust in come in all ages - and must be scarce", she tried to convince the girl her young-ish age didn't bother Wenda at all.
"I came to pick up something from the locker A483, thank you."

Kai looked up at the lady in front of her, who had been just seconds before yelling at the top of her lungs. Confusion clouded Kai's face as she tried to understand what the lady had just said. Wait, I don't run the bank. But no one else is here, which I guess means... Kai saw the opportunity and grabbed it, holding on tightly. She placed the book back in her backpack and zipped it closed.

"Quite sorry, ma'am, I was not paying attention. Please, come with me." Kai said quickly, standing up and smiling at this blonde lady. The comment about her age had the blonde on her bad side, but she was now the owner of the bank (sort of). She wasn't allowed to hate customers. Kai led the lady to the counter, where Kai gracefully jumped over, and rummaged around in the multiple desks for the keys to the lockers. Finding some labeled 'Keys To The A Lockers', she gestured for the blonde to follow her, not really thinking about where she was going, just following instincts. She found the locker, lucky her, and quickly found the key to open it. Then a thought occurred to her, and she turned.

"Madam, if you don't mind me asking, for the sake of keeping things organized, may I ask what your name is and what you are planning on taking?" Kai asked nicely, smiling as wide as she thought was necessary.

Kai made a mental note to find the bank manager's office and clean it up, since it was now hers. She had things she needed to keep safe anyway, and as she glanced around and found the office, a few feet away, she decided it was far enough away from the door to be an ideal place to hole up in. She loved writing, and keeping track of all sorts of items would require a lot of writing. How nice, an office all to myself. This'll work. She thought.

Wenda just nodded politely to the young woman and followed her going through the drawers. She seemed to spend a surprisingly long time to find one set of keys but they had to be hatched well Wenda figured.

Wenda had been prepared for the security aspect. Her father had given her the safe word and everything. "My name is Wenda Rhym... I need something from the locker A 38, picking up a small brown closed box, safe word 'Utility'", she went through her memory.
"My father also asked for me to bring back a copy of a written agreement to the next year's locker rent. He'll sign and pay in a week or so with gold items like always", Wenda remembered to add.
"Is everything clear with that?" she made sure and smiled politely. She was actually rather nervous knowing this was something really important... For once Wenda had been trusted with an important mission instead of her elder brother!

Kai shrugged her backpack off her shoulders and re-positioning it to her chest, where she unzipped it and pulled out a notebook and her favorite purple pen. She scribbled down all the information given to her as well as a few notes. I'm going to need another notebook. Maybe I'll find one in the office. Or maybe I can ask the doctor mentioned on the paper that was on the door. Kai shrugged and uncapped the pen with her teeth, holding the well-worn cap in her mouth as she wrote:

Date: Day 1 after finding Wunsch.
Name: Wanda (Wenda? Ask later.) Rim (Again, ask.)
Locker: A 38
Withdrawing or Depositing? Here she circled 'Withdrawing'.
Picking Up: a small, closed brown box.
Safe Word: Utility (?)
Rent: Next week (?) and in gold items (why?)

Kai blew on the paper once for safety and then closed it with a 'thud'. She glanced at the blonde once more before opening the locker, pulling the box out. She handed it to Wenda (Wanda?) and coughed a bit sheepishly before asking "Quick question ma'am. How do you spell your first and last name?"