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eat. That's all Rudolf could think about, really. of course, it was always quite warm in the bunker, but out here was a little more than toasty. He had discarded his jacket long ago, and was now contemplating removing the sweater vest that clung to his body and made his shirt sticky. Then again, that would mean he'd have to stop, and use the little energy he had up in what he figured to be a fruitless attempt to cool down. The young man had been walking for what felt like ages now-- before he had acquired a bicycle, but one miscalculated rock took out the tires a few miles back. now, with dust-coated trousers and scuffed leather shoes, he was wandering through the blistering heat. A gust of wind that felt no cool than steam threw some more sand in his face, causing him to wipe the grains out of his eyelashes. He'd been squinting for so long that it felt relieving to finally give his muscles a break, even if it were only for a moment. taking the time to slick back his sweat-soaked bangs, he peered at the sight he'd been staring at for the past few hours. In the near distance was the edge of a city, growing closer and the closer the further he went. Since he initially left his family's bunker in new york, he'd heard word of a certain society that had everything he could ever want. Of course, apart from the necessities, the term that was thrown around the 'badlands' was something that had sparked his interests immediately, and without much more thought, he had set his journey in their direction.
Now, rudolf was by no means a stupid man. He was jittery, excitable, and sometimes over-dramatic, he could admit, but not stupid. If people were to think of him in that way, he wouldn't mind much. It was simply underestimation, and he always felt the most satisfaction when he was proving someone wrong. Of course, he looked quite stupid-- and incredibly lucky, he thought-- travelling such a long way alone without any revealed means of protecting himself. He was short, skinny, and wore expensive things that only brought attention to his person. Anyone could have killed him without a second thought, just judging by his appearance. However, he was much smarter than he appeared. That was the thing with intellectuals; while they didn't have to worry about being handsome, they could spend more time calculating everyone else and hold all the cards in the end. Power was much more important.
By the time he reached the edge of town, the sunburned male stopped, shielding his eyes from the sun to see any scouts nearby. He had heard that the badlands members were cross and territorial, so he assumed there would be at least somebody waiting for him. "Hello?" he called, keeping his opposite hand relaxed next to his pocket, where he kept his pistol. It was, in fact, empty, but only he knew that.
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Now, rudolf was by no means a stupid man. He was jittery, excitable, and sometimes over-dramatic, he could admit, but not stupid. If people were to think of him in that way, he wouldn't mind much. It was simply underestimation, and he always felt the most satisfaction when he was proving someone wrong. Of course, he looked quite stupid-- and incredibly lucky, he thought-- travelling such a long way alone without any revealed means of protecting himself. He was short, skinny, and wore expensive things that only brought attention to his person. Anyone could have killed him without a second thought, just judging by his appearance. However, he was much smarter than he appeared. That was the thing with intellectuals; while they didn't have to worry about being handsome, they could spend more time calculating everyone else and hold all the cards in the end. Power was much more important.
By the time he reached the edge of town, the sunburned male stopped, shielding his eyes from the sun to see any scouts nearby. He had heard that the badlands members were cross and territorial, so he assumed there would be at least somebody waiting for him. "Hello?" he called, keeping his opposite hand relaxed next to his pocket, where he kept his pistol. It was, in fact, empty, but only he knew that.
[spoiler=OH LORD TELL ME :: tags 9/28][i]I WILL NEVER HAVE A PROBLEM SURVIVING,
☆ rudolf irving penningdale | 'penny'
☆ questioning male | masculine pronouns
☆ 26 | august 9 | leo
☆ badlands | member
[i]POCKETS LOOKING GREEN LIKE TROPICAL ISLANDS.
☆ human | health: 90%
☆ [i]injuries: n/a
☆ 5'6 and slender, very pale, freckly skin | straight black hair | watery turkish blue eyes | scars along wrists, and legs
☆ tends to wear expensive, mobster-like suits with pointed shoes and fur coats
☆ carries two switchblades and an empty pistol
☆ face & voice claim: robin lord taylor | standard american accent
VILLAINS CAMOUFLAGE THEIR EVIL WITH KINDNESS,
☆ entj | "the fieldmarshal" | chaotic neutral | choleric
 [i]positive traits: creative, passionate, thoughtful, protective, bold, ambitious, clever
 negative traits: insecure, short-tempered, cruel, demanding, inpatient, deceitful, unpredictable, arrogant
☆ suffers from: mild antisocial personality disorder, paranoia,
☆ fears death, humiliation, drowning, loss, being forgotten
☆ maya williams x jameson penningdale | gen 1 | family status: deceased
☆ single | closeted homosexual homoromantic
☆ ½ _
[I]TO CATCH YOU OFF-GUARD AND RUN WITH YOUR DIAMONDA.
☆ medium physically | difficult mentally | easy emotionally
☆ no current debilitations
☆ attack in #525252
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☆ rudolf irving penningdale | 'penny'
☆ questioning male | masculine pronouns
☆ 26 | august 9 | leo
☆ badlands | member
[i]POCKETS LOOKING GREEN LIKE TROPICAL ISLANDS.
☆ human | health: 90%
☆ [i]injuries: n/a
☆ 5'6 and slender, very pale, freckly skin | straight black hair | watery turkish blue eyes | scars along wrists, and legs
☆ tends to wear expensive, mobster-like suits with pointed shoes and fur coats
☆ carries two switchblades and an empty pistol
☆ face & voice claim: robin lord taylor | standard american accent
VILLAINS CAMOUFLAGE THEIR EVIL WITH KINDNESS,
☆ entj | "the fieldmarshal" | chaotic neutral | choleric
 [i]positive traits: creative, passionate, thoughtful, protective, bold, ambitious, clever
 negative traits: insecure, short-tempered, cruel, demanding, inpatient, deceitful, unpredictable, arrogant
☆ suffers from: mild antisocial personality disorder, paranoia,
☆ fears death, humiliation, drowning, loss, being forgotten
☆ maya williams x jameson penningdale | gen 1 | family status: deceased
☆ single | closeted homosexual homoromantic
☆ ½ _
[I]TO CATCH YOU OFF-GUARD AND RUN WITH YOUR DIAMONDA.
☆ medium physically | difficult mentally | easy emotionally
☆ no current debilitations
☆ attack in #525252
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it's how im feeling inside that's annoying my vibe. ☾
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