NO PITY [ OPEN | JOINING ]

[videnda]

☆ ★ ☆ the woman stood in the jungle of buildings, eyeing themes if they belonged to her. Karma smirked, the uplift of the corner of her mouth the only thing that changed in the dull and relaxed expression on her face. The expression of course was a mask, everything covering how she felt.
It was a skill that she had learned at a young age. Her eyes, however, were sharp and hard. As she scanned the area, she exhaled. She was pleased.

But she wasn't an idiot. She knew of the group that resided the, and she was ready to join it, make use of it, and leave it if necessary. 

[J. HOLLOWAY]

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To be entirely fucking honest, this place is boring as hell. They have tall walls and lots of guns and supplies that everyone wants. And nobody tries to raid them. Everyone's way too polite, way too kind, and he's fucking sick of it. The young adult spends most of his time wandering now, lost without his two other parts, so integral to the machine that he had made. That was the one thing that Jason has left to like — tinkering. Taking it apart, putting it back together. Like Katja, Jason wears a mask wherever he goes. Not a blank, relaxed calm, but a curled sneer. He talks with a bite, barks out laughs, and isn't afraid to kick people where it matters. Sometimes it pisses his off, all the people out there like big brother Bruce. All the ones that can wear whatever expression they want, whenever they want. They're too in control; all he wants to do is bare his teeth and punch them until they stop faking it. Until there's something real on their face. He blames Bruce.

He's not sure what he thinks about Katja, at first. While his first instinct isn't to reach towards his gun (very low on ammo) or the knife strapped to his thigh (in need of sharpening), he keeps his distance and stares at the woman who's staring. She's older than him, but that doesn't matter much. "You know, it's not nice to stare. Do I need to shoot you or are you here for something?" Hopefully whatever it was wasn't boring.

[div style="background=; border:0;font-size: 9.6pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 1.2; width: 527px"][spoiler=THEY WERE KIDS THAT I ONCE KNEW | INFORMATION; 03/17/2017]‣ Jason "Jay" Holloway / Gives out nicknames freely, but dislikes them from strangers.
‣ Cisgender Male / Bisexual Biromantic / No Clear Preference / Hypersexual / Flirtatious
‣ Taken? Nobody Knows (don't ask) / ½ Jaytim [OTP?] / ⅓ Daredona [BROT3?/QPT3?]
‣ About Eighteen / Born July 7th / NPC x NPC; Deceased / Younger Brother of Bruce H.
‣ Obviously heavily reliant on his inner circle, but still attached to Bruce, Dick, and Stevie.

‣ 6'1 & 170-190 lbs. | Muscular, solid build, well-defined but not to any scary extreme.
‣ Kinda messy, short black hair. Cropped close on the sides but with a slightly longer top.
‣ Cold pale grey-blue eyes. | Constant wolf's grin, reckless and intimidating. "I can and will."
‣ Warm, moderately tanned skin. Freckles on his shoulders from constant exposure to sun.
‣ Wears layers. An undershirt, a shirt, a worn down red hoodie, and some jacket over top.
  ‣ Black or white undershirts, tight. Jacket is either black, leather or whatever he picks up.
‣ 9mm pistol; holster on right thigh. | Worn set of throwing knives. | Spiked brass knuckles.

‣ Hot mess. | Lots of issues that he hides with a lot of sarcasm. Be careful around him.
‣ Mostly just a stressed teenager with terrible sleeping habits and an inferiority complex.
‣ Adaptable and weirdly charming, able to convince most people with a smile or a threat.
‣ Hardworking and focused, but incredibly snarky and emotionally distant. Picks favorites.
‣ Has a terrible temper and doesn't balk from doing immoral things, but sticks to his code.
‣ Would die for a stranger, but particularly overprotective of his small group he calls family.
‣ Lowkey suicidal but feels bad about thinking like that. Not obvious about it, just reckless.
‣ Likes to start fights because he can and because he's an adrenaline junkie. Don't fall for it.

[videnda]

☆ ★ ☆ who was this? the woman let her smirk slide into a serene smile, her dark eyes turning to jason. He was tall, she was tall for a woman, however he still remained taller. "Would you truly waste your bullets for a lady simply having a look around?" She questioned, her head tilting to the side. Stepping towards him, she would pull her gray tank top down s bit, adjusting it to get more comfortable. Following this by pulling her leather jacket up around her, she would stop. "Do you truly have so many? If you must know, I believe that you belong to the group st. Peter's, if so I'd like to join," she would wrinkle her nose, awaiting an answer.

As for being boring, no. She was there to shake the place up a bit.m