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KING. · 06-15-2022, 02:41 AM

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Lillith · 06-15-2022, 06:16 PM

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NIKOLAI · 06-15-2022, 06:54 PM

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Nikolai has been on his own for so long. He's never really had anyone "in his corner", per se, someone to keep him in check and keep him from making poor choices. His own father was inept at parenting as it was; unbeknownst to Nikolai, he had truly tried his best to do better for his son, but in the end he had failed. His sister had been too young to really understand him and, as much as he missed that kid sometimes, he knew he couldn't tear her away from her home. God only knows he'd be a worse guardian than their father was.

The dark-haired man notices a few nearby Badlanders slowing their strolls and focusing on two particular strangers. Nikolai hasn't been back in the beachside city for long, but he possesses enough situational awareness to assume that these faces are unfamiliar. Nikolai casually shoves his hands into his pants pockets, locking a hawk-like gaze onto the pair and assessing quickly — no weapons as far as he can tell and their demeanor did not suggest a threat. The man seemed worse for wear; possibly ill, even. Still, he wasn't fully letting his guard down, nor would he offer any assistance until he knew why they were trespassing.

He noticed the male uttering something to his female counterpart, though he only caught what the latter said as he approached within earshot. "... There's gotta be someone who knows where the Badlands is." So, these two weren't from around here after all. "You're in it." Nikolai decides to interject, ever so slightly cocking a brow. "Now, I'd suggest you'd state your names and business here. Quickly. We're not fond of trespassers." His voice is firm; they're honestly lucky that nobody has greeted them in a more aggressive manner. The inhabitants of this group are quite rough and tumble in comparison to the picturesque, coastal aesthetic of the city itself.

KING. · 06-16-2022, 06:59 AM

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Lillith · 06-16-2022, 11:02 PM

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I AM THE ONLY SON. — joining, open
KING. Posts:6 #1 06-15-2022, 02:41 AM [table]
[div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 18px; color: #FFF; margin-top: 105px"]PUT YOUR LOVIN' HAND OUT, BABY ･ﾟ✧	[div style="width: 250px; height: 225px; overflow: auto; padding-right: 27px"][div style="width: 250px; height: 225px; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify; color: black; "]//yo!! cw for drugs!! also please don't post until [member=107]cas[/member] has :] It had been...a ride, to say the least. Kingston was exhausted. The travel from Los Santos to the Badlands was a wild one, but when he had heard that Ves had moved there, he encouraged Lillith to move with him. He, frankly, wasn't even sure what to do without his sister, if she chose not to come with. He was getting better, kind of, for her, and he knew that if she wasn't there, in his presence, he would fall apart. His life would crumble and he would likely give way to the drugs. Lillith was his rock, his grounding point. Without her, he knew he'd be a billion feet in the air, unable to come down from his high, and likely would end up plummeting to his death. He leaned against one of the buildings and hacked, spitting up some blood into his palm. He wiped it off on his shirt and continued, refusing to let his younger sister know he was struggling from his withdrawals. He had been sober for a few months, Los Santos having been enabling his addiction. "I hope... I hope we're nearly there." He grumbled, looking down the main road. He noticed several people wandering about and he instantly could feel himself crumbling.
[div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 18px; color: #FFF; margin-top: 105px"]'CAUSE I'M BEGGIN' YOU ･ﾟ✧	[div style="width: 250px; height: 225px; overflow: auto; padding-right: 27px"][div style="width: 250px; height: 225px; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify; color: black; "]Lillith exhausted as well, though it didn't show as much on her features. She waved at passerby, awkwardly lowering her hand when they didn't seem to return the gesture. She wondered how Ves had managed to make it in a place with such a cold reputation, and only hoped that she could somehow find the strength to make it as well. If not for her own sake, then for her brother's. She knew that whatever happened, she needed to stick with him, to keep him on the right track. He'd been doing so well, and she couldn't imagine what would happen if he slid back now... Upon hearing King's cough, she snapped her attention to him. "Are you okay?" She asked, placing a hand on her brother's shoulder. She quirked a half smile after hearing him wonder about their whereabouts. "I'm sure we are, King. I mean, we're surrounded by people. There's gotta be someone who knows where the Badlands is."
[div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 18px; color: #FFF; margin-top: 105px"]PUT YOUR LOVIN' HAND OUT, BABY ･ﾟ✧	[div style="width: 250px; height: 225px; overflow: auto; padding-right: 27px"][div style="width: 250px; height: 225px; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify; color: black; "]"I'm fine," King muttered in question to his coughing. "Let's see if any of these guys know who Ves is." He spoke in a hushed town before pausing upon someone coming over. Instantly, they were greeted with an aggressiveness that the older of the two sort of expected. He shifted to stand in front of Lillith, refusing to let her be in the way, should this other man choose to do something drastic. He listened to him speak, brows furrowing slightly as he tried to make sense of what he was saying. His withdrawals had impacted him so badly, it felt like it was right to the point where he could hardly hear the man speaking to him. He blinked and glanced back at Lillith for a moment, before he cleared his throat. "I'm Kingston," he explained. "This is my sister. We... are fleeing. We heard that a friend of ours moved here." His eyes flickered behind Nikolai, hoping to see the albino somewhere in the distance, to no avail. "We don't mean harm." At least, Kingston meant no harm. He couldn't particularly speak for his sister.
[div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 18px; color: #FFF; margin-top: 105px"]'CAUSE I'M BEGGIN' YOU ･ﾟ✧	[div style="width: 250px; height: 225px; overflow: auto; padding-right: 27px"][div style="width: 250px; height: 225px; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify; color: black; "]Lilith rolled her eyes at her brother's dismissiveness. He was never fine, especially not when he said he was fine. But whatever, she let him play the protector as he moved to stand between her and the stranger that greeted them. He didn't sound like the nicest man, akin to those who didn't greet her back when she waved. Even still, that didn't deter her. "We're looking for Vesania! And a place to stay would be pretty neat too." Lillith chirped, standing on her tiptoes to peek over King's shoulder. Yikes, this dude looked like trouble. "I'm Lillith! You are?" Lillith awkwardly maneuvered her hand around her brother, extending it out for a handshake with Nikolai.
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