Bobblehead - Barter | Evergreen Mills: Bazaar, in a dark cave-nook in the corner of the room to the right ofSmiling Jack. Jump over the work bench, it's on the right-most shelves. | | Bobblehead - Big Guns | Fort Constantine: CO Quarters (little bungalow), in the basement. It is in an open safe along with some caps, and the ICBM launchcode. | | Bobblehead - Energy Weapons * | Raven Rock: On the right desk in Colonel Autumn's bedroom: after you pass the huge door from section 2B to 2C, when two Enclave soldiers come out of the right door, take the left door.
"There were battered magazines and a few dirty books on the special self over his bunk. A pair of large gold-rimmed spectacles hung from a nail on the wall above his bed." (67). The setting in this part of the novel sheds light on the life of Crooks, it shows that he is a man of learning with the magazines and books in his room. "And scattered about the floor were a number of personal possessions; for, being alone, Crooks could leave his things about..." (66).
PV2 Thrailkills Dorm Room Not everyone gets the opportunity to live in a suitable dorm room on a military post in another country. This dorm room that Private Thrailkill, Mary-Ruth resides at, in South Korea on Camp Hovey, is one of a kind. When you walk into room two nineteen, it makes you feel as if you were at home in the states. Kind of as if it were your one bedroom apartment. You can always smell an essence from her room at the CQ desk downstairs.
Some of us are lying in our bunks, uncovered, showing our heavy grey woolen underwear--regulation Army issue. The heavy odour of stale booze and women is in the air. A few jaundiced electric lights burn here and there in the barn-like bunk room although it is long
Gun Control Issues 1 Gun Control Issues in America Gun Control Issues 2 You are alone with your young child inside your quiet suburban home nestled away in the woods. You just finished watching a movie, and you are preparing everyone for bed. Suddenly, one of the downstairs windows shatters. Then, there are footsteps. You open the bedroom door ever so quietly, trying not to make a sound, to get a good view of what is going on and who is in your home.
It is large with a newly acquired echo, like a theatre; be it one devoid of cast, set and script. Floors are floors and walls are walls, distinguished plainly by the battered skirtings. Her footsteps feel empty and queer; noise seems to play differently. Entering the sitting room, geometric shafts of late afternoon sun arrive on the floor, curious as to the whereabouts of the furniture on which they had previously rested. An expected smell of oak is overpowered by a lingering odour of perspiration, and that of boxes, tape and newspaper.
Our dayhouses are left open at the sides; but those in which we sleep are always covered, and plastered in the inside, with a composition mixed with cowdung, to keep off the different insects, [Page 17] which annoy us during the night. The walls and floors also of these are generally covered with mats. Our beds consist of a platform, raised three or four feet from the
The mansion was large although very cold and fairly unfurnished. There was nothing really except the occasional old fashioned leather lounge or cupboard, although it did suit the place. He climbed the wooden staircase to be confronted by his father. His father’s old weathered face suggested a feeling of content “John my boy, come in” Jonno walked into a spacious room with two huge bookshelves on each side and a wide window at the end. Richard gestured Jonno to sit and walked back out.
Of Mice and Men-Chapter Two Literary Analysis The setting of the bunk helped to reinforce the tone. The bunk house is a long, rectangular building, with a very simplistic description (pg 17). Inside the walls are white washed and the floors are unpainted. It really gives this messy, unorganized, and this worn out feeling. It’s really a “get the job done and leave” kind of a place.
He turns around, “Yes?” “I’m feeling rather faint, where is my bedroom at?” He smiles and points down the hallway full of cots. “You’re looking at it. We all share, not like you would know anything about it.” He ushers me to one of the cots and points to it. “There you go. Sleep here, do whatever until we get to where we need to, okay?