[color=a0410d][i][b]Adam 'Trails' Wilford- Lexington[/b][/i][/color]

Adam followed Lorelei into an old doughnut and coffee diner, watching Lorelei when she stopped center of in the half-collapsed donut store. She sighed. “The old packaging plants and factories always stand the test of time, but these cute little places?” She frowned and lightly kicked at a piece of rubble. “…never stood a chance.” She looked at Adam. “If you’re a nostalgic type, this sort of town gnaws at you a little bit…it’s sad, really – these forgotten bits of the old world. If I’d been brought up in the olden days, I would have been addicted to places like this.” Lorelei folded her arms and sat down on one of the withered barstools. “I suppose I have my father to thank for that. I didn’t have to think about the reality of things until I was older. He wanted me to have my own little world.” Adam had been listening quietly as he looked around the shop and a spark lit his eye as something caught his eye. Adam bent over and pulled up a box of Fancy Lads and opened it, eating as he spoke up. "Not really the same for me." He swallowed his mouthful before continuing so he wouldn't be mumbling, "To you, all this is nostalgic and wonderful. It's still new to you. I've seen it all before though. The ooh and ahh wears off after a while. Eventually every building just becomes a mass of epitaphs of hundreds of Old World people you never knew."

Adam put the box down on the counter, "That's the surreal part of getting used to being a scavenger. Think about it, you're in your bedroom and some guy comes in digging through your stuff. Now imagine the discomfort of someone doing it 200 years later. Those rooms we scavenge, those were once places personal and private to someone. That's the real nostalgia of the Old World." He lifted a decorative coffee mug and tilted about in front of Lorelei, "This? It's just a mug. Ain't nothing nostalgic about it. It's rooms with a story, the story of the men and women who made the Old World. The people who made that world, you know?". Adam walked around the counter, digging through a purse laying on the counter, only finding a few dollars, some make up and an old ID. Adam sighed, "Kid, the old world may be nostalgic, but you gotta face the truth. We can think we're keeping the Old World alive in our appreciation for things they did, things they had, but the truth is, you and I are glorified grave robbers, plundering the graves of the sorry souls who got nuked or died in the radiation aftermath." Adam shook his head, "Your daddy may have meant well, but he didn't do you no favors keepin' you in lala land. Being nostalgic for a world that's gone and living in a world that's ashes and rubble is what is. We build a new world over the devastation of the old."

Deciding he'd had enough downer talk, he went back around the counter and picked up the coffee cup. "Ma'am, you look like you need a pick me up. $5 and a hot cup of coffee is yours. He turned to the metal coffee maker and hit the pour switch and, much to his surprise, liquid came out. Instead of hot coffee, a cool mixture of disgusting coffee sludge and rust came out. Adam tried to keep a straight face until he took it to the counter. "Here you are, our special blend. A house secret and it's all yours for only $5. I'd call that a steal!" His lips curled inward until he finally snorted and broke out into laughter. "I didn't expect it to actually pour anything, to be honest. I just wanted to cheer you up, but that's even funnier!"