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thecapitol2015-07-20 09:23 pm
shiny_and_chrome) wrote in thecapitol2015-07-20 09:23 pm
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Who: Nux and OPEN
What: Alive is good....maybe? Having no money is...what is money?
Where: District 8 common area and training
Warnings: TBD?
A: DIstrict 6 Common Area:
Nux is probably hard to see, because he's sitting on the floor. Because, yeah, what is furniture? They didn't have that in the Citadel. Even cars had most of their seats stripped out, except for the driver's.
He misses driving, but after a few pokes at the tv remote, he's figured out what it does. And so he's found a racing show--sure they're not cars, but they're racing around that track for sure--while he's gotten a toaster dismantled into pieces between his legs.
B: Training Room
He's feeling waaaay better than he probably has a right to feel. Especially, you know, after being killed and all. By a little girl! He always KNEW females were weird, but, yeah, didn't see that one coming! So he's on the far side of the punching bags, where he can view anyone coming in, noticeably trying to avoid anyone of the female persuasion, as he shifts between punching the bag and throwing knives. They're not quite lances or thundersticks, but they're close enough, he figures.
"Be better if they exploded, though," he muses, heading down range to retrieve them. Because, well, anything's better if it explodes.
C: Random Wandering In the City
Yeah, the City kind of weirds Nux out. It's so big. And there's like...open space. And there's shops, which are places that sell things! Things like...stuff he's never seen before! Like apple peelers and spaghetti tongs and....boxer underwear and big foil packets filled with air and something called 'potato chips' and little things that play music...the way he stops and stares into shop windows, or at people, it's probably really easy to run smack into six foot four of pasty War Boy.
Or, conversely, having him run into an innocent bystander as he runs out of a shop, hands full of plunder. Paying for stuff? Wh-what's that?
What: Alive is good....maybe? Having no money is...what is money?
Where: District 8 common area and training
Warnings: TBD?
A: DIstrict 6 Common Area:
Nux is probably hard to see, because he's sitting on the floor. Because, yeah, what is furniture? They didn't have that in the Citadel. Even cars had most of their seats stripped out, except for the driver's.
He misses driving, but after a few pokes at the tv remote, he's figured out what it does. And so he's found a racing show--sure they're not cars, but they're racing around that track for sure--while he's gotten a toaster dismantled into pieces between his legs.
B: Training Room
He's feeling waaaay better than he probably has a right to feel. Especially, you know, after being killed and all. By a little girl! He always KNEW females were weird, but, yeah, didn't see that one coming! So he's on the far side of the punching bags, where he can view anyone coming in, noticeably trying to avoid anyone of the female persuasion, as he shifts between punching the bag and throwing knives. They're not quite lances or thundersticks, but they're close enough, he figures.
"Be better if they exploded, though," he muses, heading down range to retrieve them. Because, well, anything's better if it explodes.
C: Random Wandering In the City
Yeah, the City kind of weirds Nux out. It's so big. And there's like...open space. And there's shops, which are places that sell things! Things like...stuff he's never seen before! Like apple peelers and spaghetti tongs and....boxer underwear and big foil packets filled with air and something called 'potato chips' and little things that play music...the way he stops and stares into shop windows, or at people, it's probably really easy to run smack into six foot four of pasty War Boy.
Or, conversely, having him run into an innocent bystander as he runs out of a shop, hands full of plunder. Paying for stuff? Wh-what's that?
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"LIKE machines?!" That is an understatement. Nux is going to sit back, so the new guy can admire the engine that's been carefully, painstakingly scarred onto his chest. "Machines are eternal! People...aren't. They're all we have from before the world ended."
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He stiffens slightly at the enthusiasm in Nux's answer, but recovers quickly, nodding, eyes wide. He's a very good listener, an excellent skill to have if one wants a person to open up and get loquacious and maybe spill something useful. He peers at the scarification on Nux's chest, taking in the detail, practically memorizing it with his overlarge, dark eyes. "Machines aren't eternal. They break," he points out. "Without people to fix them, they're just as mortal as we are."