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undergrounds2015-06-08 08:22 pm
whatalovelyday) wrote in undergrounds2015-06-08 08:22 pm
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RESTING, WANDERING, BUT ALWAYS LOOKING
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.]
[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.]
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He lightly scratches his neck, avoiding where the two lumps are.] A sandwich and a drink. [Nux repeats as he digs through his pockets -- bullets, bullets, silver bullets, ah, his change pocket. Let's see. With his other hand, he scratches underneath his sunken eye.] How much is that?
Can we share a sandwich?
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[She doesn't have a lot of money to spare, but she has some. Enough to give someone a bit of food in order to get some company. Maybe get some information. She's new to town, and talking with the locals never hurts. Especially the kind who are out this late.
They always know something. They're the ones who see everything.]
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[It is an odd segway as he drops his hands out of his pockets. He makes a small gesture to his throat.] Words don't sound from 'round here. Close, though.
[He leans forward to stare at her for a time. Tilting his head from side-to-side, like some bird, he weighs her because no matter what shape that they take -- it doesn't mean that they can't kill you, right?]
You buy the sandwiches. [Because if she is going to cause trouble, it's best to stay around her than not around her, yeah? And if she isn't, then, well, it isn't good for a young woman dressed like that to be out. That just is like bait, isn't it? No, it isn't bait if they're just walking. Then, what is it? Not fair, is what it is. Not fair and it's his duty to protect and kill those around her. Yeah? Yeah.]
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[It's simple enough to admit, and she even smiles a little as she mentions her homeland. It's a distant memory, now. It feels like a century. It might as well be.
She walks over to him, her hands slipping into her pockets.
She's done this before. The strange associations made in the middle of the night. If he really is just hungry, he can tell her a lot for a meal, probably. Food's more persuasive than money with the right audience. And if he's going to try and hurt her? Well. Then he'll get more than he bargained for.]
Just got into town. I'm not staying long.
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[Never been outside of the country, only few years outside the War Boys. But he still will wear their colors and carry on their beliefs proudly. His head gives a small tilt as he acknowledges what he says, but it isn't like he can bring that up or that now's a time to bring that up.]
'S good. [He makes a gesture for her to lead the way.] There's bit trouble going on. Always. [Nux makes a face at the dark, like it might change shape in front of him. And who knows? It may.] But that'll be fine! I look forward it all! [A roar into that dark around them and then his hands shove into his pockets as he starts walking.]
That'll shift the bait, yeah?
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[Curious, certainly. He could be insane. That's always possible. She's met more than her share, but they don't bother her. Because she understands. No one's ever been sure of what, precisely, is wrong with her.]
What do you mean?
[She's leading the way as she talks, her eyes shifting back and forth, keeping an eye on everything.]
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[He smiles bright at that thought. Nux likes the idea of hunting, of having a reason to hunt. To kill something that hasn't done anything, doesn't seem quite right to him. To kill something because it might do something, rather have it do something 'cause then it's ready to fight, too, right?]
Be a good battle, I think.
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Wanda looks over at him as she leads him down a turn. She's quick to memorise the places where she can get cheap food at all hours. This 24-hour grocery shop? High on that list.]
What kind of a fight, hm?
What are you expecting?
[Because. Well.
Maybe it's just anticipation talking. Some kind of hope. But... It doesn't sound like he means muggers.]
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[He grabs one of his pockets to give it a bit of a shake. The silver bullets jingle together as he continues on following. Werewolves ain't much fun to deal with; not like the others are a picnic.]
But could be anything. That's why ain't right to be wandering round at night if you're new, ain't from here. A lot can happen. [Can be turned, can be eaten, can be taken to made into a continuous snack. Lots and lots. He wishes that the War Boys had spread out from their territory, but it wasn't like they had the power to take any territory as their own beyond what they had.]
Don't got family to watch out for ya.
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Which means she might have found someone who can tell her a little more of what's up. Who knows London and what to expect.
At the mention of family, she shakes her head. She doesn't have any. That much is obvious, really, and she knows it. But what really matters is how he responds to what's next.]
All I had was my brother. A vampire killed him.
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[He already is taking a few quick steps forward so that he is standing in front of her. His hands reaching out to give her shoulders a little shake. The excitement that he feels is obvious on his face, and how he is visibly shaking.]
I can kill a vampire. Who says I can't hunt? I can do that, easy. Simple. Just have to hunt 'em down. Not part of a group, is it? [Nux lifts his chin a little.] That's a bit harder, but ain't no matter. Not right for 'em. They think that they can do whatever. Vampire off in Russia, yeah? I'll head off and get rid of it for ya.
[Because that is what hunters do.
He swings his head around as he starts to look for a car to hijack.]
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We were hunters. I still am.
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[He calls out the title, the name of the machine that they are both a part of. Nux continues to give her shoulders a little shake. Another hunter. A huntress. Not part of his War Boys, but means little. A hunter is a hunter is a hunter.]
Handled and cared for. As it should be.
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Hunters.
[It's a simple form of agreement.]
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[He states aloud. More hunters about the better. Huntin' alone is all well and good, but should try to hunt together. Means more kills. More battles. More war to be had on those that think that they can crush humans under their power.]
After eatin', you can come back to base. Lots of hunters there. Full group. They'll take ya on your own, and be safe till you leave. Yeah?
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Always was just me and Pietro.
[And Pietro was gone now. She was alone.
But until it was time to move on -- until she had the money she needed to move on -- she could bunk up with some others. If she didn't like it, she could leave.]
But yeah. I'll come.
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Hillingdon Clan. That's us. What we are. Full of hunters. Some of 'em ain't human. Not sure 'bout that. Humans should protect humans. But I'm not the one in charge. Can't make those rules. Best to be together than on your own. Too many to take on but if it is for family, there ain't enough to take on, yeah?
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She agrees, sort of, but someone who isn't human can still protect humans. But-- Well. Before she goes back with him, she should probably say it. Just in case he doesn't want her anywhere near.]
I'm not human.
Don't know what I am.
But I'm not human. I want to protect them, though.
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[The whole lot of it. Something that isn't human being a hunter. Something that isn't human that wants to protect 'em. But there are a few of those oddies at Hillingdon, tho, aren't there? Not gonna start fight with 'em 'cause they're not doin' nothing and when they do, the whole clan'll get 'em, won't they? No mercy. Nothin' but ash. Would be that way with the War Boys. But this is somewhere else. Does that mean bringing them in front of the Night Council? Lots to think about what would happen.]
But you can still come 'long after. If you cause trouble, lots of hunters there so that'll be that.
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[It still has "human" in it. But she's not a normal human. They can't do the things she can. But as long as she uses those abilities to help people, she doesn't mind them so much. As long as she protects those who deserve it.]
Thanks. For still letting me come. I'd understand if you didn't want me near the others.
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[He half finishes his thoughts as he tucks his hands into his pant's pockets.]
If person worried about someone, should keep them close rather than send 'em off. It's for the best. But you're human, so it isn't like it isn't how it should be. Hunters being with hunters. It's how it should be. Lifting each other up from the blood that we were born into.
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[It sounds familiar. Something in mythology? Or was it HYDRA's files? Something. It jogs a hint of a memory, so she glances over at him as she heads into the grocery shop.
Not many people are there, which makes it easy to snag a couple of the sandwiches that didn't sell during the day.]
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[The place that he'd be able to drink with the gods and all his fallen brothers. He rolls his shoulders once as he peeks over towards the grocery shop.
He's looking down at his attire and fixing up his jacket. People don't like that he only wears it and they'd be able to see the tattoo on his chest. People don't seem like it. He doesn't understand why. Just shows he's part of the machine -- but he already went into that before, yeah?]
Where you go when you die right. Lots of people there, food, battles, fire... it's great. You eat and eat then you go out and fight as much as ya want. Immortality. Brought back sometimes, too. Untouched by supernatural. It's all hunters. Our will. How it should be.
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[For herself, there's no much thought of an afterlife. In a way, it seems like a better option to just be dead. To rest. If there is anything. But there probably isn't. No point to dying but being dead.
Still, it's easy enough to pay for the stuff and be on their way, and she opens the plastic sheet over the sandwiches, offering him one and taking the other for herself.]
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[He breathes out a happy sigh as he stares at all the sandwich offered to him. He happily takes it from her as he starts to shove half of it into his mouth already.
No, he doesn't quite know how to eat in front of people -- if there is a right way (there is). But this is just how it's always been with his family and others, so it's good, right (probably not)?]
So, why just wanderin' through here?