It doesn’t really matter that the stranger had… what sort of badge was that? – Curtis took a longer moment than he usually would trying to figure out if and where he’d seen something like that before. No luck. And then the stranger was talking again and Curtis resumed his air of bitter disinterest.
Until the children were mentioned. Eyes were on him but Curtis looked away quickly, down and between two invisible points. Thinking. An almost panicked reaction, and one impossible to be missed, but still Curtis set his jaw and looked back.
“Obnoxious isn’ the word I would use for us– not after the treatment that caused any sort of… alarming actions.
– Most people won’t want to talk to you here.“
DeWitt nearly chuckled out of random amusement from the man’s curiosity at the gilded piece of metal he held out from his chest. Was the outside world already forgotten? Theaccidental.. icycatastrophe decades ago almost seemed like yesterday, or even just an hour ago. Maybe it was just in here, where memories of the past were blurred by the immense desire to barely survive. But even at the front of the train, the distracted folk – all of them – neglect any need for knowledge when all they needed was the train. Their god.
“ Terrible conditions, cannibalism, … eating fucking cricket protein bars.. yeah, that ain’t obnoxious at all– tell me, pal, I saw the spark in your eyes. Both of them. What do you know? “
ooc; – for those in college, how do you manage to maintain a blog and keep up with classes? i’d hate to neglect this blog again, since college for me starts in.. two months. holy damn.
&. Mr. b was gone, he had left her, fell to the ground & became an angel, leaving her with no where to run, & so she had bolted, assuming that the ‘baddies’ were lurking near her protector’s corpse. Her speed had slowly decreased, now just wandering through the hall, holding that same glowing needle to her chest, she had to find a vent, it was the only way she would survive.
At the sound of his voice she jumped, glowing hues frantically searching for the source, there was a baddie here, she was sure of it, he was trying to draw her out with lies,lies of him not attempting to harm her, she wasn’t going to believe it.
That voice. Though it was more of a terrified yell. Definitely a little sister in here.. hiding..? Booker almost chuckled upon hearing ‘baddie’. It would’ve been almost adorable if it weren’t for the high, scared shriek in the girl’s voice.
Momentarily stopping in his tracks, he resumed his pace, now searching for the lost– oh, there she was! Booker was quick on his feet, hoping his torn dress shoes didn’t splatter against the standing puddles around. The poor girl was racing for something, maybe an escape from him. A tall, intimidating man, it was absolutely absurd to even try showing affection– But he tried anyway.
“ I promise I won’t hurt you! Just– just let me help! “
-pushes Booker moodily out of his way in the hall like a middle school bully-
DeWitt brushed the dust off his pants after barely catching himself from falling. His immediate glare beamed at the other male, recognizing the all too familiar bastard of a surgeon.
“ Maybe a new fucking prescription for glasses is needed, doc. I’d look into that. “
DeWitt picked up the patter of soft feet skipping across the wet, broken floors of the city. He recognized the sounds immediately – a little sister.
Though a peculiar detail stood out; if there was a little sister, then where was the quaking footsteps of its vicious guard? Maybe the poor girl scout got lost from its father. —- “ Come on out now. I don’t bite. “
