RESTING, WANDERING, BUT ALWAYS LOOKING

[whatalovelyday]

CLOSED TO HILLINGDON HOUSE

[Lying outside by the waters, he rests his hands over his bare chest – fingers lightly scratching at the tattoo of an engine that he has etched into his skin. He had gone out earlier in search of answers, of whispers, of where the other War Boys are, but came up with nothing. Nux isn't sure how he fits in with the other hunters; they were not raised on the same beliefs as he was, but they were still human. They still wanted to make a world safe for humans and that is more than enough for nonbelievers.

It isn't that he's lounging. Though, he does like to give the impression that is what he is doing. It is honestly that he has quite winded. Nux does what he can to build his strength up enough to move about, but sometimes, it does get the better of him. At least, the war paint that he still coats his skin in covers up how pale that he is actually getting.]

All I need to do is find the others, or find the one who did it. That's all.

[An easy task, he tells himself. He will be given great treasures in the afterlife once he has completed either goal. He takes a breath in and slowly turns his head to look toward the house. Nothing like his kind. It'll be all right. He'll protect them. Keep 'em safe any hunter would.

Already, he thinks that he can hear the war drums.]

OPEN: WANDERING THE STREETS

[His pants make an almost jiggling noise as he walks. It'd probably be better if it was bells, but it is mostly due to spare chains and bullets that he keeps in his pockets. Nux has become aware in the two years that he has lived out in the world that people do not like how he looks. His saved head and painted white skin tends to make them back away from him. But that's the point, isn't it? Humans are safe and hunters hunt. They're supposed to be frightening like guard dogs.

Or so he thinks.

At the moment, it isn't as serious as that. He's looking for his brothers as always, but he can't do that on an empty stomach. Nux isn't sure how long he has been wandering the alleys, and streets, but night has already fallen. He runs his hands along the glass of where there is some baked goods. But the lights are off given the indication that it's closed.]

Maybe should pop over to some store? How long do they stay open, anyway? [He is asking no one but is already starting to try to walk to find the fabled open shop in the middle of the night.]

Comments

Wandering the streets

[detectiveofthewest]

"Depends. I mean, it is a city, so some of 'em are open pretty late, but -- whoa!" Heiji had apparently started talking before he'd bothered to turn around to see the speaker.

"Uh. Sorry, you just surprised me a little. Whatcha lookin' for, a bite to eat?"

Wandering

[chosetofight]

[Wanda doesn't have anywhere to go. She hasn't gone to find a hotel, hasn't wanted to do that. It's easier on the streets, to be one of the invisible vagrants. When she hears the sound, she follows it, slipping down an alley to take a look out onto the street.

Shaved head. Chains. Very pale.

There are a lot of possibilities. But one word is ruled out immediately. Afraid. This one's bold, confident. He'd hide otherwise. So she emerges from the alley, hands up.

She doesn't look 'conventional' herself. Red leather jacket, somewhat tight clothes, lots of rings and necklaces, heavy eye make-up. Typical 'goth,' as far as most are concerned. But, still, she's never really cared about being subtle. He speaks, and she keeps her distance. So she wouldn't startle him too much.]

I know a couple twenty-four hour places around here.

[She isn't a Londoner. Or even form the UK. Her accent is closer to being Russian.]

I'll show you if you'll buy me a sandwich and a drink.

h. house

[crystalmethod]

[Trevor's been rearranging his trailer. Or rather he's been stealing pieces of scrap metal from various dumpsters and junkyards and is now hauling it around back and forth like some kind of oversized ant on a mission. Some of it's just been transported via truck, but but right now, he's got a piece of chain-link fence he's just walking around with. Because he found it on his morning stroll.

That's when he sees a familiar skinhead. His newest hire. Trevor stomps up to him, pausing with his mud-splattered boots right by Nux's head like he wants to kick him.]

Stop talking to yourself. Unless you're trying to advertise to everyone that you're in therapy.

["Hello, employee."]

Wandering

[emotioneater]

[Nux gets a stare from Cooper when he passes by. Is this what the kids are doing to themselves these days? Not that he knows what passes for fashion. He stopped giving a fuck about what he looked like at some point in 1973. And what the heck is that jangling sound he keeps hearing? Cooper doesn't quite catch the words that he says, but he gcan guess from the way he's looking at the food in the window/]

Y'know, they say talking to yourself is the first sign of madness.

oh good a Hillingdon bro

[eyeforaneye]

[ He's come outside for a breath of fresh air -- dealing with an influx of supply requests from other clan members makes him even more antisocial than usual -- and spots Nux almost immediately. Sasuke's seen him around, sure, but actually networking with people of his own volition is a work in progress. ]

The 'others'?