everyone was doing something . whether it mattered , or it was important or not , nobody really cared , they were all just doing . every second more they took breath was another milestone under their belts - they should have all been dead , one way or another , but they weren’t . that meant something . standing on the edge of the drop-ship door , he was still trying to decide whether or not that was a good thing . he’d scouted around enough for his liking upon realisation that they had no food and essentially were in the wrong place , and since missing out on the opportunity to go with the group to the right mountain : he had to make the most of his time , right ?
hues scan the area , watching everyone flitting around with excitement and adrenaline pumping through their veins . nobody had felt this alive in a long , long time . finally his gaze settled upon the kid they called wells , he didn’t know him of course , but he had to agree with several points the dude had made since landing . no hesitation needed , he approached him then , boot kicking into a mound of dirt upon arrival . ❛ it’s wells , right ? ❜ voice a low but excited mumble , arm extended out toward the other . ❛ i’m blair . i feel like you could use a hand , here . ❜