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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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[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?