[ fun in the sun ] open, sea turtle!

[DoI]

[align=center][div style="width: 390px; text-align: justify;"]it wasn’t often that a sea turtle would come up on shore unless it was going to lay eggs, and even that happened mostly at night. much less a massive, 6 foot long leatherback sea turtle. oddly enough, the newest member of the badlands had stumbled upon it before anyone else, having wanted to simply explore the town when he saw what he had genuinely thought was a massive moving boulder. needless to say, he had ran down to the sand in what had to be record time, eyes wide with wonder.

the turtle just lifted its head at him, and went back to whatever she had been doing- laying eggs in broad day light, he assumed, considering see wasn’t moving much. slowly, tinny sat down in front of the turtle, who calmly watched him, and tinny couldn’t help the giddy little smile that broke across his face. “hi.. i’m tinny, and i think i’ll call you..squirtle.” his voice was gentle, not wanting to bother the turtle too much.

“i never knew sea turtles c-could get so big.. what kind are you?” he inquired curiously, tilting his head as he gave the turtle a quick look over. he didn’t know, but she was a leatherback, some of the largest turtles still alive. they could grown up to seven feet in length, and this one had to be at least close to that. “im sure being a momma makes you bigger, you have to hold all those eggs someh-”

before he could finish his sentence, she was starting to cover the best in sand, pushing it all over the place. she only half covered it before she was off towards the ocean again. he quickly got to his feet, eyes still wide and full of that child like wonder. “dont worry, m-ma’am! i’ll keep a good eye on your nest!” he called to the turtle, moving to kick more sand to cover the nest and then mark it with the thickest stick he could find, letting out a small, pleases sigh.

“ill k-keep an eye on them..”

[ADDY.]

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— addy really liked to pretend like he hadn’t been a kid before. maybe deep down he’d never really had the chance to have a childhood. it made it hard to relate to some child, watching from a distance away as the boy rambled to a turtle - a turtle of all things - about… whatever shit he went on about. perhaps cat had been right when they said addy had no curiosity, no wonder. no imagination. it was something the redhead would never fully grasp.

for a moment he had contemplated not walking closer. however, he figured if he was going to be watching the kid like a fucking idiot, he might as well go and figure out what the hell he was up to. there was the silent note to try and watch his language as he walked closer to the kid, just enough to watch him kick sand over the nest, marking it with a stick.

“you know the turtle can’t understand you, right?” he pointed out with a huff, unsure how or if he was supposed to converse with a kid differently than anyone else, exactly. everyone else was probably going to be babying the kid; he might as well be a little bit more realistic, yeah? he always had been a bit of a bad cop, anyway. a glance at the stick in the sand and then back to tinny. “... don't tell me you're actually watching over those eggs.” god, kids and their imaginations.

[ wow this post sucked i'm sorry ]

[DoI]

[align=center][div style="width: 390px; text-align: justify;"]"it might." he said thoughtfully, looking up at addy with slightly wide eyes. he remembered this guy from the night he showed up, the one that asked him about his parents- he hadn't been too keen on answering that question, and he still wasn't too keen on it. he fiddled with the top of the stick before offering a little smile. he knew that keeping an eye on the nest would be worth it in the long run..

he just wanted to experience something new, something exciting that wasn't common. an experience he would never forget. he turned to look up at addy, giving him that same smile, even if it did hurt the cut on his lip. he found it more polite to smile, so he made it a point now to do so while he could actually talk to the male. "not all the time, but i want to s-see them hatch.. wouldn't that be c-cool?" he said softly, twiddling his thumbs idly as he turned his gaze back to the nest. "when was the l-last time you say something like that?"

[CATALYST]

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It wasn't really a matter of pretending like they hadn't been a kid before, because it felt like they hadn't. They had been robbed of their childhood innocence before they even reached the double-digits, seeing things that no child should see - perpetrated by other children. Trying to think of a time when they'd truly been free and innocent and naive - it felt like an entirely different person's memories, not their own. It wasn't hard to see why it had been so difficult for Molly to reconcile the child she'd raised with the person they'd become - it just didn't line up.

Only twenty-one and they were already cold and cynical, having grown up with the worst of humanity and only now getting the chance to know what made all that awfulness worth it. "Lay off the kid, Addy." Yeah, that surprised them too. With all that they knew about themself, they would have thought they'd be against sitting around and doing nothing but watch sand for some eggs to hatch. Until they thought about, one, not having to do anything else, two, the kid not getting into trouble, and finally three, giving Addy more shit. "This is totally because you didn't read Harry Potter." Then they turned to Tinny. "You know how long it's gonna be before they hatch?"

[spoiler=IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 09/02/19]GENERAL  welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life
⇥ Given name is Scott Mathew Darrow ⇥ Goes only by Catalyst or Cat
⇥ Assigned male at birth ⇥ Agender ⇥ They/Them pronouns only
⇥ Twenty-one ⇥ Born 11/27/17 ⇥ Sagittarius ⇥ Real time aging
⇥ Boss (leader) of the Badlands ⇥ Ex prisoner of the Badlands
⇥ Ex cultist (Mourningstar) ⇥ Ex member of the Young Rogues

RECENT EVENTS  done my time and served my sentence
⇥ 09/02/39 ⇥ Returned from vacation
⇥ 08/23/39 ⇥ Went on vacation with Gavril
⇥ 08/21/39 ⇥ Oversaw their parents' vow renewal
⇥ 08/16/39 ⇥ Witnessed their boyfriend get shot

APPEARANCE  dress me up and watch me die
⇥ Catalyst is 6'2" tall; they possess a lean and muscular body, one that has a variety of old scars adorning it. One of the easiest to notice is one that stretches down their right cheek. While not a scar, one very notable marking on their chest is the "BL" brand. They have two piercings, one in their tongue and the other in the cartilage of their left ear. They typically dress in dark colors (favoring jackets with some sort of writing on the back), and their hair is black. They're not all dark, however, as they have pale blue eyes that peer out from beneath medium-sized eyebrows.

PERSONALITY  if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine
⇥ Catalyst is ambitious, with the cunning and ruthlessness to reach their goals by any means necessary. They can be brutal when they feel it is needed, however when it's not they won't bother. They tend to be rather aloof and apathetic to most things and people, with some very rare exceptions. Provided those around them don't cross a few specific lines, they're content to leave them be, though they've been known to take an interest in some people, which seldom has a positive end for whoever their interest is in. They can be manipulative, and will often encourage people to make bad decisions. Those that stick by them will be rewarded, but those that do not will be cast out, as they've been outcast for their entire life and have learned to appreciate loyalty wherever they can find it. Even during the most stressful of situations, they usually keep a firm grip on their temper and keep their calm, though when they do snap and lose their temper, it is uncontrollable. They're remarkably observant, often able to deign much from subtle clues in what people say, how they say it and how they act.

RELATIONS  dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight
⇥ Molly Darrow x Austin Darrow ⇥ No biological siblings
⇥ Adopted parent of Molly Valentina Darrow-Lupei (Mo)
⇥ Pansexual/Panromantic ⇥ Very much taken ⇥ One Crush
⇥ Not looking but it happened ⇥ Rarely forms romantic attachment
⇥ Holds most people at arms length and doesn't get close

INTERACTION  i'm taking back the c r o w n
⇥ Hard physically ⇥ Hard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
⇥ Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Carries a handgun
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ Attack in bold #0d0d0d and tag @/Bryne
⇥ Peaceful powerplay allowed but they may react negatively
⇥ Dislikes almost any sort of touch unless they initiate or agree to it
[/spoiler]

[ADDY.]

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— addy liked to think he was the worst with kids- even while he admittedly, occasionally tried to be better about it. however, the redhead didn’t seem to have a single thing in common with kids. they were all smiles and sunshine, not yet ruined by the tragedy that was - life, he fucking guessed. he felt the need to censor himself around the kid, though, so as tinny asked if it would be cool, he barely bit back the “fuck no.” he glanced at tinny, then slowly brought his gaze back to the nest. he said a not-so-convincing, slow, “yeah, right.”

then there was catalyst showing up, telling him to lay off. as if they were the type to just sit their ass down in the sand and watch over egg turtles. the redhead sent a discreet middle finger the leader’s way while tinny looked at the nest, though it was all lighthearted - mainly because he knew that the bitchass was trying to give him a hard time. and, jesus fucking christ, again with the harry potter jokes. he hated to admit that each time they mentioned it, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes almost out of amusement. “shut up. joke's getting old.” reading books and watching sand both seemed about the same amount of boring to the redhead. maybe it was a good thing he hadn’t read the books if it meant watching eggs would be fun.

[DoI]

[align=center][div style="width: 390px; text-align: justify;"]he couldn't help the little smile when cat seemed to come to his rescue, bouncing slightly on the tip of his toes. he looked to addy and let out a soft little giggle. "h-haa-have you really never read harry p-ff-potter?" he inquired, moving away from the nest slightly, before his attention was caught by cat once again. well, if he knew anything about smaller turtles, then it might apply to the bigger ones too. "arou-around uh.. forty-fff-f-five days, ty-ti-te-.. usually."

[CATALYST]

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A middle finger? They couldn't say they were surprised - that was exactly the mature response they expected from the older man. They rolled their eyes and tilted their head back. "Not a joke, just facts." Ahh, yes, now they were getting Tinny on this train with them and Salem. "Nope, can you believe that? I've started wondering if he was just... spawned one day, fully formed, minus childhood."

Wait, forty five days? Seriously? "And how long's it been?" They asked, frowning. Tinny hadn't been there long enough to know where the eggs were if all that time had passed and it was time to them to hatch... He'd just discovered them, hadn't he? Maybe he'd just dug them up, and there was no telling when those little turtle bastards were going to hatch.

[spoiler=IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 09/02/19]GENERAL  welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life
⇥ Given name is Scott Mathew Darrow ⇥ Goes only by Catalyst or Cat
⇥ Assigned male at birth ⇥ Agender ⇥ They/Them pronouns only
⇥ Twenty-one ⇥ Born 11/27/17 ⇥ Sagittarius ⇥ Real time aging
⇥ Boss (leader) of the Badlands ⇥ Ex prisoner of the Badlands
⇥ Ex cultist (Mourningstar) ⇥ Ex member of the Young Rogues

RECENT EVENTS  done my time and served my sentence
⇥ 09/02/39 ⇥ Returned from vacation
⇥ 08/23/39 ⇥ Went on vacation with Gavril
⇥ 08/21/39 ⇥ Oversaw their parents' vow renewal
⇥ 08/16/39 ⇥ Witnessed their boyfriend get shot

APPEARANCE  dress me up and watch me die
⇥ Catalyst is 6'2" tall; they possess a lean and muscular body, one that has a variety of old scars adorning it. One of the easiest to notice is one that stretches down their right cheek. While not a scar, one very notable marking on their chest is the "BL" brand. They have two piercings, one in their tongue and the other in the cartilage of their left ear. They typically dress in dark colors (favoring jackets with some sort of writing on the back), and their hair is black. They're not all dark, however, as they have pale blue eyes that peer out from beneath medium-sized eyebrows.

PERSONALITY  if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine
⇥ Catalyst is ambitious, with the cunning and ruthlessness to reach their goals by any means necessary. They can be brutal when they feel it is needed, however when it's not they won't bother. They tend to be rather aloof and apathetic to most things and people, with some very rare exceptions. Provided those around them don't cross a few specific lines, they're content to leave them be, though they've been known to take an interest in some people, which seldom has a positive end for whoever their interest is in. They can be manipulative, and will often encourage people to make bad decisions. Those that stick by them will be rewarded, but those that do not will be cast out, as they've been outcast for their entire life and have learned to appreciate loyalty wherever they can find it. Even during the most stressful of situations, they usually keep a firm grip on their temper and keep their calm, though when they do snap and lose their temper, it is uncontrollable. They're remarkably observant, often able to deign much from subtle clues in what people say, how they say it and how they act.

RELATIONS  dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight
⇥ Molly Darrow x Austin Darrow ⇥ No biological siblings
⇥ Adopted parent of Molly Valentina Darrow-Lupei (Mo)
⇥ Pansexual/Panromantic ⇥ Very much taken ⇥ One Crush
⇥ Not looking but it happened ⇥ Rarely forms romantic attachment
⇥ Holds most people at arms length and doesn't get close

INTERACTION  i'm taking back the c r o w n
⇥ Hard physically ⇥ Hard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
⇥ Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Carries a handgun
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ Attack in bold #0d0d0d and tag @/Bryne
⇥ Peaceful powerplay allowed but they may react negatively
⇥ Dislikes almost any sort of touch unless they initiate or agree to it
[/spoiler]

[ADDY.]

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— catalyst could find addy immature all they wanted - but, really, they had been the one to appoint him as second in command. so, really, who was the dumbass in this situation? not addy, he liked to think. he sneered slightly at the comment, willing to just let the topic die there -- until tinny piped up. “kid. don’t push it.” while having some child giggle and poke fun at him was admittedly somewhat adorable - having some kid poke fun at him was also mildly annoying.

“you think so?” eyes, amusement shining in their depths, turned away to look elsewhere. “such a fucking idiot.” a glance at tinny - should he be watching his mouth around this kid? probably. but even then he couldn’t help but let a word slip from time to time.

forty five days? for turtles? … how did the kid even know that? he glanced at tinny and then the eggs. “is there even any way to know that?” he mumbled absently - because how the hell would anybody be able to look at an egg and know how old it was?