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Chasa | 24 Lone Raptor Bandit? Looter | Mechanic Freelancer Location: South Candid malice, besieging drained by lucrative ignorance frustration staining teared windows once where the heart stood, emptiness retains resolve the hole leaks with pure essence desolation sets in it calls, in the mind.. passion begets strife I walk on i. ii. iii. iv. v.

[chasaxtlou]

u get Fukin ready im bringin back hyuk

[chasaxtlou]

ЦПDΣЯƬӨЩ ⌖ [soohyuk;chasa]

     He never really experienced a wholesome satisfaction of feeling pure in his skin but didn’t worry over such useless thoughts, it was how things were plain and simple, no knowledge of better. Back in the military district older people used to love to moan and bitch about how everything had been ruined and what a blessing running water would be like there was anything to do about it

     It would be great sure and everything he could wish for right now but what use was it to ponder over what if’s you had no control over.

     Bathing was overrated. Perhaps it was also because he was so accustomed to feeling dirt cling to skin and hair, unable to truly scrub it all off no matter how hard he rubbed and bled for it. So no Chasa wasn’t too eager with that stuff simply because it was too much effort for no reason, especially during the winters and it was chilly outside enough for his balls to freeze even with pants on.

     But there comes a time he admits an error in judgement has been made, like this morning, when he woke up and gagged in the following second over a foul stench invading senses in every way imaginable-- he’d flung the jacket draped over his form to the floor as if ti had been on fire and after a bit of search grabbed the least dirty, or stained clothes he could find within the library before storming out and setting destination to closest safe spot farther in the east at the river.

     His mood had been beyond and over displeased to begin with but upon stepping foot into the clearance and path leading up to the river he spotted someone standing just shy of his usual spot - yes fucking fight him Chasa had laid claim - it made him want to strangle someone, them, watch the life slip away from their eyes and struggle to breath and squirm and kick before he got tired and broke their neck. “..fucking kidding me.”

[chasaxtlou]

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[chasaxtlou]

ΉΣᄂᄂBӨЦПD ⌖ [ chorong ; chasa ]

     Majority vote rules his ass.

     As in the one thing he absolutely detested above all other aspects of being unfortunately acquainted with a bunch of halfwit bandits who were more so on the side of take all kill all spectrum than how Chasa himself operated among these matters. Which, admittedly wasn't that much more morally positive or kind in any way maybe but who cared it was all free to take in his opinion, but deaths where deaths were due. He wasn't that moronic to believe destroying everyone on your path was the way to go since how the heck was he going to get rare supplies like bullets and the damned meds then. Problem was there simply wasn't any useful stuff lying on the ground for someone to pick up anymore, everything was up for bargaining, none free.

     So he wasn't exactly distressed when the task was passed onto him and the woman he barely knew shit about beside a name ( out of majority vote thanks a lot ) but it was certainly unnecessary workload and far more effort he was looking forward to executing with murdering off a whole family who apparently lived somewhere in the middle of the forest with supplies which would come in use.

     He could guess how this all would play out, fully prepared for casualties-- and if that meant throwing her-- Rong or whatever to the people fighting for their possessions and lives then he wasn't going to spill tears over it.

     "How far?" He grunted in question, not bothering to spare a glance in the woman's direction as it would require turning half his upper body to even get a glimpse of her trailing after him, map in hand. What they had referred to as the piece of paper with scribbles he had not even attempted to make sense off was dropped on them. Chasa could have drawn better directions blindfolded with blood as paint, were they screwing with them on purpose because he had zero appreciation for this shit right now.

[chasaxtlou]

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[chasaxtlou]

tloujin:

Before Jin could think of a witty comeback, a groan interrupted his train of thought and reflexively he swung his knife and stabbed the runner in the eye, which caused a whole lot of blood to come gushing out and as the blade sunk into its eye, it let out a gross squelching noise. As the runner was about to plot its next move, Jin quickly took out his knife and grabbed the infected by his neck. Within one deadly twist, its neck snapped and it was now an abandoned pile of bones lying on the forest floor.

One.

He then saw the second runner with it’s back turned, and he decided that it was time to try out the stealth kill. So he snuck up behind it, silently approaching the unsuspecting runner until he was right behind it. He then reached his right arm, putting it into a tight hold under his arm. The runner let out a choked cry and started to hit Jin’s arm in a futile attempt to escape. it started to lose oxygen and it then silently plopped to the floor.

Two.

The stalker was nowhere to be found. And since stalkers are known to hide and ambush their selected target, He decided to catch his breath and vigilantly wait for the stalker to come to him. And sure enough, within a few seconds he heard a croak and immediately shot twice in its direction. Since his aim was good, the bullets fired through the stalker’s forehead and chest, which caused it to collapse to the ground

Three.

At that exact moment, the last runner had approached him and let out a groan, its red eyes staring directly at him. Jin decided that he would end this quickly and whipped out his gun and shot it directly through its heart.

Four.

Now the only thing that was left to deal with was the second clicker. Jin looked around the forest to try and find the clicker. He used this time to catch his breath and calm his racing heart down as he listened and looked around. All was silent until he noticed the clicker running towards his direction.

Shit. He had to think fast. He looked around quickly until his eyes landed on The Lazy Ass standing over the body of a dead clicker and he then had an idea. Jin waited for a few seconds until the clicker was about 4 feet away from him and sprinted towards the selfish man with the clicker hot on his trail.

     He watched the dark maroon trail down knife still gripped in hold tight, annoyance painted clear on features from getting blood all over his knuckles too and the sleeve of jacket, as if it had not been ruined with the pungent stench of death previously as it was. Casting a brief look down at the infected lying down in front of him he forced the telltale sign of speeding heartbeat out of his mind and out of focus as it he could wish it away as easy.

     That had been too close, how had he not noticed it advancing from blind spot was the question, considering he usually made sure to pay attention to surroundings especially concerning where he would be most vulnerable. A small part of him whispers karma into the void and Chasa snorts along with it. Alright. So maybe he had been a tad too engaged in delighting himself with the sight of the poor bastard’s demise as he had directed the horde hot on his tail straight to the guy.

     Who apparently was holding his own here if the second mad fuck that fell to the ground by his hand was anything to go by. Followed by yet another with a sad waste of bullets he would have commented on if he cared enough, but the male was more immersed in witnessing how the guy was planning on dealing with the rest of the infected because he sure as hell would not step in, no intention in helping whatsoever. Besides more bullets used now meant less bullets for his ass when he high tailed the fuck outta here before the guy realized he had essentially brought this on him.

     “Have fun with that!” He shouted with mock glee as Chasa began heading deeper into the forest, away from the yet potential threat in case the guy failed - hopefully - to defeat the clicker advancing fast.

     To his surprise it seemed the other had chickened out, smart choice perhaps, except, why the fuck was he heading this way? “Oh hell no.” Sharp inhale and a menacing glare later he turned around and quickened pace from the slow jog to a full on run for your life, hoping he’d be able to outrun both of the inconveniences behind him with what little head start he had gained already.

     Fuck this, why couldn’t the idiot just stand still and die on his own like a proper waste of breathe he was. “Come after me and best fucking believe I’m gonna throw you to the clicker!”

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[chasaxtlou]

tloumsoo:

once again, another chortle escaped his lips, a sinister glint in his eyes. reading the other’s behaviour was amusing, a little too amusing in fact. the male seemed to be rather hot-blooded, irritated easily – oh boy, wouldn’t it be fun to tamper him just a bit more, for the sake of it? of course it would, and that was exactly what the blonde boy had in mind. there was no particular want to in fact interact with a stranger like him, yet the want to see how far he could go really did seem appealing.                           “of course, your pathetic life must be some interesting story to hear quite indeed. sadly enough, i don’t have time for dull stories like yours. last time i checked, someone got hurt for annoying me with such pointless tales about their lives.” well, not exactly hurt, though he never really heard from the person’s point of view for the reason that he did not care, yet he did remember storming off with no remorse. life stories were most of the time an ear-sore. after all, the male did ride solo, and whoever got in his way would be extremely frowned upon. just like that guy he had to deal with. though he would be interested in knowing more about where he came from, and perhaps even his name, he knew it’d be pointless talking. as his first impression seemed rather negative, myungsoo did not find any want to crack the latter’s shell, at all. “you see,” he began, taking slow, long steps towards the other. “i’m just here to slow down your path to wherever you’re going. no one’s getting hurt here, are you sure about that? i feel like someone like you would easily be touched by little comments on your behaviour,” “now tell me, big boy, who is it that you’re seeing exactly? answer me politely and you might get a chance to slither your way through.” lies, this wasn’t over, not so easily. myungsoo just wanted to tease.

     This would be the moment to execute a dramatic eye roll if he could bother, but alas, level gaze zeroed on the loud monkey as he willed the annoyance boiling in warning beneath skin to simmer down a notch, not the time or place. Damn someone should be proud of this brilliant level of patience he was barely holding up to, applauds and all. He could pick a fight with the idiot later if he seemed as eager to get his ass beat for the unpleasant.. everything.

     “Did that go straight over your head yea congrats on confirming you’re a retard. I would hurt myself too if I had to talk to you.” The remark slipped past lips almost nonchalant, if not for the honest glint of utter dissatisfaction in dark hues as he was forced to waste more time listening to this hot shot.

     Here it comes, honestly he’s not sold on the whole show of intimidation or whatever the pinned look on the guy’s face was supposed to represent, but Chasa was alert regardless, no real escape plan formed yet but he’d figure something out when the time to haul ass came, improvise, yeah that has served him well enough before.

     “Right. Because clearly you don’t have anything better to do. Yea come here and you’ll see how touched I am right now.”

     Threats were always fun, indeed.

     “Sure.” Small sneer with teeth bared as he leaned back on heels, counting the seconds to a possible explosion he ignored fleeting thought on how he could actually turn this in his favor yet if he managed to uphold some amount of care for keeping it civil. “Since you’re so dead set on needing to know Imma be nice. ‘m here for your sister.” Joke as good as any, if one cared for humor. This one sounded and looked like he had a gun rammed so far up his ass he might as well be spitting bullets.

[chasaxtlou]

BᄂЦΣ MӨӨП ⌖ [ chasa ; hyuna ]

[chasaxtlou]

tlouxhyuna:

she stopped breathing for a second as the one who shot her seconds ago, came close enough and spoke up. she didn’t dare look at him at first as if everything were just to go away that way. but she had to face him, even though the chances of her surviving the approached situation were lower than she wanted them to be.

she greeted her teeth and found her fingers freezing in the position. she snorted as he stated that he wasn’t going to be lenient as if he was from the start  — he fucking shot her ! but she didn’t want to test his patience and so said nothing and rather curled her fingers into a fist so tightly that her nails slightly dug into her skin. she wanted to punch him but she could barely even move without whining from the pain.

she finally lift her head to observe the man who held her life on the line. he was pointing his rifle at her, his eyes examining the wound on her ankle that he made — that the bullet that he shot made. there was no way to read is intentions from his face. in the world they lived in now it could’ve been an accident or just pure enjoyment in shattering blood. 

“you really chose the wrong target;” she finally spoke, her voice coming out weaker than she wanted it to be. the pain was nothing that she could ignore no matter how hard she tried yet she chose to hide that as much as possible. appearing weak was something she always despised. 

she coughed and shook her head. not for a second did she move her eyes off of his face. she would sure that would show fear. “what is that you want?” she asked, not out of curiosity. she wanted to at least hear the reason that was hiding behind her bullet wound. she didn’t want to give him what he wanted, but she knew that if that meant she was getting out alive, she was going to let her pride fall. she was always like that, whatever gives her the best outcome in a situation, she was doing it — no matter how cruel or pity it was. one thing for sure though, she was not going to let him ‘win’ that easy.

     Ah the blessed feel of power when she looked every bit defiant but complied under threat of injury which would leave her to bleed to death instead of simply meant to put temporary halt to where the fuck ever she had been heading. Temporary because while he’s absolutely going to strip her bare of supplies Chasa had enough of kidness in him to leave her alive, if she didn’t end up pulling something which would force his hand to aim higher up where it really hurt.

     “That’s what they all say.” He commented easily, knowing it’d be stupid to let guard down for even a heartbeat no matter how the odds looked, all in his favor now. It wasn’t too often he went around hiding and waiting for opportune moment to land on lap so ambush could be carried out, but sometimes it proved easier than dealing business with stingy fuckers. He could deal with losing a rare bullet in turn of gaining supplies to last for days, in rare cases of luck. “But hey it could have been anyone, you just walked straight into my sight like a full bag of presents.” 

     Wolfish grin flashed as he leered down at the woman, Chasa swiftly glancing at the bag she had on her, as mentioned, chin cocked towards it with small hint of interest in the glint of eyes hidden by the moonlit night. “What you got there?”

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andreamau5:

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[tloumsoo-deactivated20160131]

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[chasaxtlou]

tloumsoo:

“none of your concern.” ah, another hopeless dreamer that entering the firefly district was going to be an easy task. he’s seen how it’s like before, he’s been one to enter the firefly district with no permission at all. things weren’t all pretty when you tried to sneak in places you need an agreement to visit. well, not really what people would called an agreement, but he understood what he meant by that, and that’s all which mattered. however, this kid with the quite long hair and piercing stare, there was no way on earth he could possibly enter the area without a long check.                                            something about him was suspicious.                                                     myungsoo looked down at it.  “listen kid, if i’m asking you, it’s my god damn concern,” he spoke smoothly, one hand on the back of his trousers, feeling that shiv of his. the weapon had been a gift long ago, belonging to his father. expecting a lot coming from his son, he had given him his shiv, hoping that it’d be enough to protect the once naîve soul.  and it was enough, it was always enough.  raking his locks with his digits, an annoyed grin placed itself on his features. if this guy wanted to be seen as a dandy boy, who rebels against people, then he shall. yet he’ll soon have to see myungsoo’s dislike towards people like them, oh-so childish, oh-so immature. in fact, people with such behaviour brought a chuckle to escape his lips which were normally tightly shut.                       “business with who, why, and when? where do you come from and what’s in your possession?”

     It became apparent in the second it took for the guy to drop insult as easy as that this was going to be a long ass night and he’d like exactly none of it, which wasn’t any different than his more regular days but this could only go so many ways and pleasant was none of them.

     “Gonna have to do better than that shit fly. I ain’t obligated to answer you.” It was in his blood, lines in palms and always on the tip of tongue Chasa couldn’t rid off the knee jerk reaction to someone directing demand at him, and why would he desire to, there were few and in between instances he ever allowed a discomfort to settle in breathe but damned if he lowered head and gave in to any of these entitled fuck wits.

     First impression had not been too far off him assuming worst case scenario to be this tense stand-off evolving into physical brawl and he was close to punching the firefly in the face for less than that, if only for satisfaction taken in seeing the pain flash across his annoying features. Reminder was here on actual business and not to take a piss on what little hospitality remained between him and a few set individuals, the community as whole. Which alright he wouldn’t pretend amounted to anything but he could’ve been lying on the pool of his on blood on many occasions before so that counted for something. Mad luck.

     Brow cocked he almost involuntary barked a laugh, this dude was beyond paranoid jesus. Granted, Chasa would have shot and asked questions after had roles been reserved, but that’s not here. “Want to know my life story next? What I ate for lunch? How many times I jack off a week? Back off man no one’s getting hurt here. Yet.” Snort, arms crossed over chest as he fixed a fairly unimpressed stare at the male, waiting for him to let it go so he could get a damn move on and leave the district with half a useless hope to never return.

[princejaeho]

[chasaxtlou]

princejaeho:

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[tloumsoo-deactivated20160131]

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[chasaxtlou]

tloumsoo:

chasa.

not only does the male have to look over people’s shoulders in order to regain information and data needed, he also lives as a part time guard. well, not exactly, but let’s say he just finds it easier to sleep at night, knowing he’s guarded the firefly area for a couple of minutes. meaningless, really, yet it was a perfect way for him to lift up his mood, reassured that no crazy freak would infiltrate the area to murder everyone around them, nor any infected assholes outside, hiding in the bushes or whatever.                          oh, how the thought of their faces grossed him out.  normally, the nights are quite solemn and quiet. a few youngsters sneaking out here and there, but whatever, they all needed to live at some point. he’s done it himself, he’d be nothing less than an asshole for telling them to head back home when all they want to have is fun.  the area was always clear, well, until this night. a silhouette was seen, wandering around with a seemingly strong knowledge of the area, knowing how to get his way through the remaining, what were meant to be, streets.  but, he was going too fast for myungsoo to find it normal.  sneaking to the bottom of the building, his oh-so-loved building, he patiently waited for the man to walk past, before stepping out, making his voice loud and clear;                                        “who the hell are you, and what are you doing here?” 

     In hindsight, he really should of have not expected to be simply able to waltz in and out and around the district as he’d prefer to, which was without interruption from paranoid flies who brought on only complications he had no patience for dealing with accordingly, now or ever.

     Precisely why he had chosen to wait till nightfall before approaching at all, trust placed in the darkness providing enough cover to go undetected, until he was done here anyway. It was irritating to begin with and if he could help it Chasa would rather leave visits to the absolute minimum, but he had out of ridiculous stroke of luck and potential risk on his life found a stash of medical supplies and fucking fought for them -- why really, he wasn’t pretending even for a second there was much for him in it beside continuing the deal with Luna he had agreed to years ago and rekindled, so here he was.

     Not undetected.

     Favorable option would be to run, but that would risk acquiring a bullet in his ass and he’d rather not deal with that pain again. Stopping on his tracks Chasa heaved a quiet sigh as he turned around to regard the man, unsure whether he’s seen the guy’s face before but it made no difference really.

     “None of your concern. Business, what else would I be here for.” He doesn’t try masking the irked tension and faint repugnance behind words, tired and entirely unwilling to engage in any sort of further discussion, or interrogation thereof.

[chasaxtlou]

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[chasaxtlou]

tloujin:

Is this guy serious right now? This is definitely not the time to be asking for supplies, especially when a hoard of infected were quickly gaining on them! They were so close that he was able to smell the wretched stench of the fungi.  “Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. Guess you’ll have to stick around to find out.”

He then scanned his surroundings and counted the amount of infected. There were 3 runners, a clicker and a stalker. That’s weird… He could’ve sworn there were six the last time he counted. Where did the second clicker go?

Jin was about to ask the guy if he saw a second clicker when it suddenly appeared behind him. “Look out behind you!” jin yelled, hoping that the lazy ass would finally do something.

     “Think you’re funny? Suit yourself, dead meat.” He wasn’t planning on lingering on the scene any longer since there was little to gain if the guy chose to be stubborn over this, which, hey, whatever no sweat off his back. At least he’d witness the entertainment for the day if nothing else, and by the time the clicker was done with the dumbass he was long gone.

     He hadn’t counted on the male demanding assistance further beside begging if it would come to it, and he was fair distance away already so when he did turn around with alert in widening eyes the warning echoing in the space between them registered almost too late.

     The knife slipped into hold easy as sloppy grip turned knuckle white and he leapt forward, barely holding balance as body was forcibly twisted around and arm thrust forward blindly. The clicker gurgled something nasty and he had half a mind to scowl in disgust before he’s yanking the blade free and a spurt of blood from the wound from its neck stains jacket. Blocking the arm reaching for own throat he swung the butt of the knife with a satisfied grunt as it made contact with the clickers head, next strike accompanied with a punch before he’s had enough, rush of adrenaline deafening in ears when he finally buried the steel into the bastard’s skull and watched it twitch as the screeches died down, only withdrawing when the rotten sack of shit fell limp on the ground.

     “Motherfucker.”

[chasaxtlou]

MIƧDIЯΣᄃƬ

[chasaxtlou]

tloujin:

“Is this how you live your life? Only helping others if it benefits you? That must be depressing…” Jin said as he tore off a piece of fabric from his shirt to tie around his cut. He was mildly annoyed with this guy. Who does he think he is acting like he owns the place? 

As soon as he finished tying the fabric, he heard a weird sound coming from behind him. Those sounds were clicker noises. And judging by how loud they were, it was pretty damn close. Jin quickly loaded his pistols and took out his hunting knife, ready to fight off the infected. “Now are you gonna just stand around doing nothing or are you going to fight them off? Or will you do the exact opposite and run off?”

The screeches and clicks of the clicker were now getting louder as it started coming towards them. “You better make your decision quick,”

     “Nothin’ wrong in that.” He admitted with an almost amused grin, because wasn’t that exactly what every single living person was aiming for, only doing anything for own gain. One would need to a special kind of idiot not to. Apparently he found one.

     “Didn’t think there were people this stupid alive anymore, what do you know.” He’s more deadpan than pure snark now, positive this guy had suffered a sever head trauma once upon a time, there was no way he could be this much of a half wit. “Let me rephrase that so your small mind can understand. I’m not gonna do shit beside watch you get ripped apart while I run, unless there’s somethin’ to gain here. Got anythin’ to offer? Supplies?”

     Time was running out and he didn’t see how the male had any other option than to agree to his condition if he desired to live another day. He might be able to take out the ones in the front, sure, but the clicker behind the rest wouldn’t be such an easy feat. Even if he had enough bullets, which he bet the guy didn’t. Chasa wasn’t about to stay to find out, backing away in order to save his ass at least.

[chasaxtlou]

“Yeah, well, i was tryin’ to kill you".

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     “How about next time you don’t, shitbag. My jacket is fucking ruined.” Like that’s the most upsetting deal here.

     The bullet had gone straight through at least, but the pain was still a major bitch he hadn’t been looking forward to dealing with and this wasn’t a mere scratch on an arm or a cut on a leg no, the fucker had shot through his right side only because Chasa had managed to make a move enough to the side it hadn’t hit any vital organs. Maybe. He wasn’t too sure.

     “I thought we were past this pseudo-frenemies shit. Or whatever.” He tried to sound offended even if it was for play, but more than that he only came off remarkably irritated, not so much over fact an attempt had been made on his life but that it had lead on an actual injury. Inconvenience he wasn’t honestly counting on acquiring. Peering down he was less surprised to find the grey shirt already soaked in maroon. Should patch that up before he bled out. Fuck.

[chasaxtlou]

MIƧDIЯΣᄃƬ

tloujin

He clutched his arm trying to apply pressure to his wound to prevent too much blood from flowing out. “No shit, who would’ve guessed sherlock?” Despite the amount of pain he was in he was still able to respond in his usually sarcastic and humorous manner. Jin had been attacked by a clicker and although he managed to fight it off, he didn’t come out of the fight unscathed. He now had a deep cut that ran across his arm. "Are you just going to stand there and do nothing?"

     It was a lucky chance - or unfortunate were things to turn sour any second now - he had encountered the man in the woods with infected on his tail. Now plan had been to lead them to the guy and let him deal with the bunch while he made tactical escape, but apparently his unvoiced idea had not sat well with the guy at all and thus instead of removing himself from the equation Chasa had been forced to take part.

     He would get back for having been tripped, later, count on that.

     “Maybe. Been looking for a show.” Voice cold yet carefree along his stance next to the male he fixed gaze ahead to spot more infected passing by trees and advancing on them, trying to figure out how much of a head start would he have were he to sprint off and leave the stranger to fend off them alone. “I have no reason to help you. If I did, what’s the merit?”

[chasaxtlou]

tlouxseulgi:

        She really did not have time for all this bullshit but she didn’t tend on engaging in a fight that’s useless as this one. Seulgi wasn’t even bothered, only his demeanor was enough to rub her the wrong way. Maybe he was from here previously or somewhere else entirely but it mattered not. The guy was only a threat if he was affiliated with the Military, at least that’s where her mindset was set at. She really damn hope that he wasn’t, or else it’d be a bad idea to do something reckless and regretful but what else was new? The only weapon she had was her pistol snuck inside her pocket.

        “You should be glad you’re not facing someone else. If it was any other day, I’d be doing them a favor.” A playful yet taunting smile was visible, but no weapon was drawn on her part. She wasn’t afraid of shooting someone in the head though.  “The least you could do is tell me what you’re doing here.” She shrugs. If he thought that she was just going to step aside then maybe he was mistaken. If he wasn’t apart of the Military then she wouldn’t feel so obligated to attack him but he didn’t look like a soldier of any kind. But she had the right to be suspicious. 

     “Haven’t heard that before.” Sarcasm coloring remark he tapped index finger against leg in a mindless rhythm, seemingly in thought as he leisurely strolled forth, gaze wandering as he scanned the street ahead for any other person present, glancing up at the buildings, shattered windows and rooftops devoid of life. He was in on the clear then, if she was actually stepping aside to allow him access into the district without more of a hassle.

     Steps halting this time he did bother to divert an indifferent stare towards her person, perhaps he had been too quick to count his blessings on easy sailing. There were multiple explanations he could drop on her but none too inviting in the face of him having to admit to any kind of vulnerability. “Business. Which is none of yours.” He wasn’t going to elaborate further than that, rather keep notion of injury in need of a check up to himself. It wasn’t the main cause of him ending up here either, but this way he was killing two birds with one throw so might as well,

[chasaxtlou]

victini:

*puts my hand on your shoulder* listen. I DID mean to make you upset and i DO think your opinions are shit