His hands came to rest on the counter, exposed arms leaning against the furniture as he looked down at his fingers. Gloved digits coming to wrap around one another as he waited for the food to be prepared. Deep in thought, Tobias wondered where he was going after this, after all, it was his first time in Hollow Point and he wasn’t completely sure if there was a motel around for him to spend the night. Hm, if he got desperate he could just spend his night in the streets, even if he didn’t like the idea of it, there was no other place that suited him. Dark boots clicked against the ground, a bit of an uneasy feeling started to creep along his spine, he’d soon start to look around wondering who had their eyes focused on the elephant in the room. The symbol of the bloodshot’s eye was in plain view for those behind him. He could feel the burn of a few eyes, it wasn’t a nice feeling but Tobias had grown used to the stares from his visits to Sanctuary. He just hoped nobody would start anything, he didn’t want to show off what the Bloodshots did to those who dared fuck with one. Even if Toby wasn’t technically a Bloodshot he still knew their methods of making someone plead for mercy.
A few minutes of awkward silence hung over him until the bartender would come back. The bandit’s gaze would return to the other as the scent of something good drifted into the badass’s mask. His mouth watered as the food and drink were settled down in front of him. Finally, a decent meal. The sound of August’s voice drowned the silence and Tobias, just wanting some good conversation, willingly listened.
Slowly, his gloved hands would rise, undoing the straps to his helmet and the head accessory that came with it. It wasn’t normal that Tobias took his helm off in public but if he wanted to dine then he’d have too. However, anyone watching could tell he was hesitant to slip the head armor off. Especially in an area, he wasn’t prone to. Using some force the mask came off, flowing past his visage soon revealing a rather strapping bandit.
With his hair slicked back accompanied with an undercut and electric blue eyes that held an emotion of sternness which was directed in August’s direction. His dark gauges and golden eyebrow piercing gleamed in the lighting of the Purple Skag. Tobias’s vision would soon become clearer and the eyes of his mask slowly died off, no longer activated. “I come from Three Horns Valley but my family moved quite a bit… stayed in Sanctuary until we got kicked out and then went back to the Valley where we made a better and more profitable life for ourselves.” It was weird calling the Bloodshots family but technically they were… it was just by survival, nothing that truly tied each other to one another. Scour was the only true biological family Tobias he had and well… he was down in Satan’s Suckhole. “Sad to hear about your place, have any ideas on who to hire?”
Wait a minute. From Three Horns and kicked out of Sanctuary? He looked in the reflection of one of the mirrors in the back of the bar and saw as clear as day, his clan’s insignia. He was, without a doubt, a Bloodshot. The Bloodshots were infamous on Pandora; were once one of the largest bandit clans. Sadly many of them were wiped out by the vault hunters and Hyperion. He must have been a survivor.
“I can definitely relate. I was part of a bandit clan once before settling down here more permanently in Hollow Point.”, he said as he occupied himself by wiping off a few wet glasses. “Sanctuary may have kicked you out, but you are always welcome in Hollow Point. All the business here are bandit owned and run, so you won’t received judgement from us. You may actually find decent work around here too.”
He placed the glass back on the shelf once it had dried. “To be quite honest, I really don’t know. It’s not the fact the people I found are not qualified, its just I have some trust issues. I’ve had people screw me over one too many times.”, he answers. He lets loose the grip of his gun, letting his guard down for now.
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