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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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"Uh, thanks!" Thankfully, it was then that the waitress returned with their food. Heiji picked up his fork. "Well... I hope you do die the right way, then. In a fight with like ten guys."
There were many ways to check out, after all, and he supposed dying for what you believed in was better than getting offed so someone could get at their inheritance a few years early. Just a for instance.
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And he was not used to eating with other people. If people wanted to give him food, they usually gave him money then ran away. He wasn't too sure about the running away but appreciated the coins. Tearing into what he had, he shoved most of the fruit in before grabbing the water to swallow more down.
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Heiji wasn't a particular stickler for manners himself, but watching Nux eat was truly an experience. He took a few bites of his pie, watched Nux down his water. "You okay? Don't choke or anything."
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He shook his head a little as he swallowed what remained in his mouth. "Good to go out with somethin', but it has to mean somethin'. Fightin' overwhelmin' odds. Could do that easy. Just go wander into a nest, but there ain't glory in that if they ain't doin' nothin'. Lookin' for war is good, but gotta find where it is first."
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From the term 'nest', Heiji assumed that Nux was talking about vampires. I mean, he could be talking about bees, but exterminators rarely talked about Valhalla, if at all.
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"It's not complicated. If anyone can stop it, it isn't worth the path to Valhalla, is it? That means anyone can walk through. It's for heroes, for those of glory." Another tilt of the small plate to shove more food down and grabbed the water once more. He had to eventually get going to start looking for his family, again, after all.
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"...D'you think you'll be able to do it?" Because despite Nux's insistence that it wasn't all that complicated, it certainly did sound like several factors had to coincide at once.
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It'll start with finding his family. It'll start with finding the one who took his family away. Who broke the hunter group down to nothing. He beat his fist into the table as he pushed himself up to stand.
"Thanks for the food and stuff. I have to get going, looking..." He rested his hand on the table as he leaned over, feeling his body not matching up with his enthusiasm. His eyes closed for a brief moment before he pushed himself back up. "Have to keep looking."
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