disaster — joiner

[checkers]

[align=center][div style="width: 450px;; text-align: justify"][size=8pt]Palani Grey missed being normal - or what normal was.

But then again, normality now was just a nostalgic sigh on the wind, empty patches of memories from his childhood. It was so long ago now, the time after school with electric guitar lessons and playing his Gameboy on the bus stop home from school, the late nights with friends and messy kisses in alleyways. He wished he could say he missed it, but as could anyone, if they remembered it. Palani often forgot how old he was, now - he was what, over 30 now? he had a mess of a stubble and didn't remember the last time he'd slept soundly. He was once a skinny, geeky teen with thick-rimmed glasses and a backpack too heavy for his shoulders, his mind filled less with algebraic strings and more with the best combos in super smash bros. 

He was still kinda like that. In 20 years of hardship and a lack of electricity that kept him... not-bored, he was still pretty childish. He considered it a positive trait, and tried not to let others bother him about it. Some would call him lazy, he'd say carefree. It wasn't that he didn't pull his weight, per-se, but more people just didn't like his positivity or resilience - and kicked him out. It had happened multiple times, and Palani couldn't quite get their problem - maybe they didn't think he was serious enough? he was plenty serious when it was supposed to be, just maybe not when his daily routine was cleaning up someone's trash again.

Cleaning up for others certainly wasn't his passion, not at all - in the time where electricity and power was gone, he dappled in other things - retrofitting his childhood Gameboy with a solar panel for power was one, but that kinda went out the window a long time ago when he realized he couldn't replace the internal battery of his Pokemon cartridge, and his heart broke for the loss of his beloved Venusaur - but while that and all his other games were gone, he learned board games, archery - and even found a modern polaroid camera that was simply mechanical, no batteries required - and it picked up from there.

When Palani wasn't tying himself down to establishments that subjected him to cruel and unusual punishment such as cleaning the toilets, he was quite a wanderer. It was his knack, of all things, that he had an eye for colour and beauty in nature, as lame as that sounds. In his age, people would have called him a hipster, but it was simply acknowledging something of the old world that had never changed.

And in that sense, when he arrived at the fences around St. Peter's, it was pretty obvious he was a bit of a vagabond. He had boots, that while once were sturdy and tough leather, were now scuffed and torn to shreds from cautious rock-climbing and mountain trails. He had scruffy tartan shirts with holes hidden beneath a dirty pilot's jacket with a faux fur collar. His choice of fashion was for the most part odd, but when he found clothes that fit him, he took it. Although sadly, that meant his jeans - which obviously had not been replaced in maybe a decade, had holes all down the legs. Palani didn't even seem to care, which was even more shocking when you considered the huge pack over his shoulders, heavily equipped with camping gear and his arrow quiver hooked to the side, just in reach, with a horribly maintained bow resting inside.

His black camera case hung vicariously from his neck, and the case's black tone clashed against Palani's lightly tanned skin, but blended in with his jet black hair, which at one point was short and trimmed, but at this point had been growing out for a while. Layered and curly, it started running down his neck instead of being cut to the base of his skull at the back (where it should have been), and was oily and messy, with clumps of fluff from his jacket's collar tangled in there too. He'd been walking for quite a while by himself, and it showed.

Staring in at the fence around the Costco building, he raised an eyebrow. Now this, this was heavily fortified. Palani had no idea if he could even get inside, but even if he did, he imagined he'd be staring down the other end of a weapon of some sort, which was not the best idea. Walking around to the large bay doors that was most likely the remaining entrance, he rested his balance on his left leg, and bended over comically, as if he was looking for some sort of imaginary doorbell or something. "'ello?" he called out, his voice sounded odd coming from him, and his British accent stood out like a sore thumb. "Anybody here? I'd like to join? or something?" he called out, concerned that he wasn't just speaking to like, a colony of raccoons or something. "Or at least some place to sleep would be nice..." he added softly to himself, sighing gently. What had he gotten himself into.

[ ooc: tl;dr, local white boy hiker wants to join, is super nostalgic and a nerd, comes off as lazy and unconcerned, but it's more he's just specific with giving a damn. I haven't roleplayed humans in like 3 years, so take it easy on me guys, and let me know if anything seems rulebreaking, for the camera in particular i asked felix a while ago and got an okay, it's a fujifilm instax mini, which don't need batteries, just film (kinda like a throwaway camera but with a printer on it) - i personally have one. this is so bad im sorry guys im trying ]

[basorexia]

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