Isaiah Winston

zay | 22 | the pickpocket 

[captain-dawnlight]

Location: Shipyard @isaiahwinston​

“Zay,” Cian said smiling, as he exited the shipyard on his way to his car, he enjoyed just sitting in it and doing his work, away from the chaos of the shipyard. In a sense, it was his office. If he needed to get somewhere quickly, he could start up the engine, if he was needed at the shipyard, he could be there in a minute. It had a cup holder and everything. But the sight of Zay made him linger. It was odd finding him in the desert of all people, someone from his past that put a smile on his face, a connection from before he started to realise what his family dealt in. Killing the lives of others without so much as a little regard to their situation. 

“Anything you want to ask me? Or just looking for company?” he asked, smiling, hoping for the later. Sometimes it was regular conversation he longed for, to escape the constant terror of the desert. 

[isaiahwinston]

Location: Shipyard  @captain-dawnlight​

The thoughts of not fitting anywhere on the whole planet came to Zay’s mind frequently lately. The City of Iron was just as cold as the metal it was named after; fake, cruel, hardly a place he would call home. But the City of Dust and the desert? Hot, dirty, uncomfortable in every way, and not less dangerous than the former colony. However, somehow, his captain brought a bit of warmth to his soul, making him feel he belongs to the crew, by his side.

As his eyes met the other’s, Zay could not stop the muscles around his mouth curving into a bright smile. “Hey!” he greeted him enthusiastically as he hurried his steps to catch up to the captain. “Honestly? Both” he answered light-heartedly then continued to clarify his motivations “Just wanted to ask if you are leaving the camp… and if you need company.” as he literally invited himself, he leant on Cian, hoping he would not turn down his discrete offer.

[isaiahwinston]

justmeg​:

cyrus.

Location: coffee corner at Crash’ bazar

Cyrus was certain this wasn’t supposed to be the most dangerous mission, it wasn’t as if they were going up against the soldiers, as the other two side-missions got ahead of them. He sipped his coffee and had his tablet out on the table. “I think we should keep it simply. Just scare them off, make them believe if Crash is this dangerous, then who knows what the rest of the desert will be, vale?” he asked, looking around the group. 

Meg nodded and took a sip of her own coffee. Unlike the way interesting people drank it, it wasn’t black but sweetened with an almost terrifying amount of milk and sugar. Life itself was too bitter already. “Any specific plans as to how we scare them off? Cian gave us lot of space for creativity here that I’d prefer to make use of. Who knows when we’ll be presented with another opportunity like this.” While her expressions had been well trained to not give away any clues towards her emotions or intentions, people who’d been around her for long enough would notice the subtle excitement and hint of mischief in her voice.

@justmeg​ @cyrusabel​

Zay was more interested in his company than the coffee that was too hot and bland for his taste, but it would be the same case with the best one he could get – fortunately, Cian put him in the group of people he actually enjoyed working with. Their main goal bothered him, he didn’t like the idea of recruiting another religious idiot to the crew, however, the job they got today was a clear order from Cian, not just an opinion Zay could question or fight against… but something he could fail if he really wanted to. “I’d also give them a show they won’t forget in their hopingly short lifetimes.” His face did not mirror any of the hostile emotions his words contained. “Who’s an expert at thinking like sheep?”