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When Charlie suggested weapons, she had been thinking along the lines of bats and the like. Not guns. She'd completely forgotten that guns were a thing you could just get here. Knives too. Would she be able to as a foreigner? Probably not. She really shouldn't. Charlie had never held a gun in her life, and the only knives she'd used were in the kitchen. Sure she was very efficient chopping up an onion, but that skill wouldn't help her here. And just like with most of her skills, it had taken practice. She basically had no experience in self defence. 

She'd leave the use of weapons to the Americans but she didn't trust near complete strangers to actually protect her from... Whatever was in the swamp. Some kind of knife would be better than nothing, at least she could wave it in front of her to ward away any danger if needed.

Maybe one coated in silver, if the nonsense Erik was spouting had any truth to it. Doubtful. What was this, twilight? Maybe she should bring a garlic necklace for the vampires along with the silver for werewolves. 

Charlie arrived in the motel car park feeling far more skint than when she'd left the cafe - having hit up various shops in the town. Not that there were many, but she was able to buy a new pair of decent shoes that wouldn't immediately get drenched in the swamp. She'd not exactly packed with swamp trips expected, and her canvas shoes were comfortable but not durable. Her well worn but thankfully strong backpack was filled with various other necessities (in her eyes) - bottles of water, basic medical supplies (bandages, painkillers and the like), a light change of clothes and cans of bug spray (she was not going to get eaten alive by mosquitos). She’d shoved a combat knife she'd reluctantly bought in her shorts pocket. She carried a stick she'd found while going from shop to shop - a cheap hiking stick equivalent, and she'd stepped into a bog far too many times back home to want to risk it here. Swamps were like bogs but with a higher chance of taking a step and disappearing into the depth... Probably. She hadn't really been into a swamp, but she assumed they’d have to watch their step.

Could never be too prepared. 

She was one of the last to get there, it appeared. And perhaps underarmed going by the fucking shotgun Ophrenia had over her shoulder. That couldn’t be legal. Or was it? It was a complete culture shock for Charlie.

[quote=Ophrenia]"It's a good day to die hard."[/quote] 
[color=MediumSlateBlue]”Don’t think it's ever a good day to die,”[/color] Charlie snorted. [color=MediumSlateBlue]”Rather stay alive myself.”[/color]

She shifted her attention away from the probably crazy girl to the others. There were a few conversations going on, and while she naturally wanted to gravitate towards Neko (who was friendly and sort of her grandmother), she didn’t want to interrupt. She could just wait where she was… but there was something she was curious about.

[color=MediumSlateBlue]”Hey!”[/color] Charlie approached Lily and “Carl” who… seemed to be crouching beside his (presumably) car. Strange. She gave them both a bright smile, as if they weren’t going towards their probable deaths. It was fine. Glancing behind her at the others, Charlie lowered her voice before continuing - talking to Lily more than Carl. [color=MediumSlateBlue]”Do you, uh, have that jar with you? I don’t believe any of that magic shit, but maybe it’s some kinda super swamp disease cure… Whatever it is, it’s better than nothing.”[/color]