ALL WE ARE // BIWEEKLY TASK [11/19]

[LUCERNE.]

    Nose was shriveled up, taking slow and hesitant steps up the steps into the school bus. Perhaps Lucerne was beginning to regret taking on the task of searching for scrap metal upon noticing the state of the bus. Dust particles had Lucerne spluttering, fist raising to cough against his elbow as he grimaced to himself. If there was one thing he hated, it was the smell of dust. Eyes darted around before he slowly walked down the middle aisle, stern eyes wandering around.

This had not been the first time he'd ever been on a school bus.

He stopped, turning around as he glided his pointer finger across the top of the chair before dusting off the pad of his finger with his thumb. Sharp icy blues stared down the aisle he'd just walked up, before glancing to one of the very first rows of seats. When he was growing up, he'd sit around about there when travelling to school. The well liked children would all congregate at the back of the bus where they could all fit together in their crowds.

Little Louie would sit at the front so that he could slip out of the bus before anybody tried to strike up a conversation with him.

He had always been painfully socially awkward. Never quite bullied at school, but definitely invisible to most. He was the child that people would forget the name of, the one who'd not be invited to birthday parties simply because they forgot that he existed... Sometimes that was worst than being hurt. Being ignored.

Eyes lowered, Lucerne soon crouching and feeling around the floor of the bus, beneath the seats. If there were any way to remove these seats, that'd surely be helpful to an extent. And the pole at the front of the bus. Oh, and the mirrors, too.

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family:verdana; font-size: 7px;"][spoiler=tags :: updated 11/08]basics.
⫸ wilhelm lucerne nouvel // no known nicknames
⫸ goes by his middle name, lucerne
⫸ male // he/him
⫸ thirty three // ages real time // born fourteenth february
⫸ medic for the badlands // formerly a loner
⫸ joined BL - twenty first february

appearance.
⫸ faceclaim - benedict cumberbatch
⫸ voice claim - benedict cumberbatch
⫸ speaks with a received pronunciation british accent
⫸ 6'2ft // tall and lithe // very little muscle mass
⫸ cold, china blue eyes and disheveled, dark brunet hair
⫸ physical health - 100%
    ¬ current injuries: none as of now
⫸ mental health - 70%
    ¬ has been showing signs of major depressive disorder

personality.
⫸ enigmatic and difficult to understand
⫸ astute and intellectual // generally very logical in his way of thinking
⫸ self-absorbed and overly prideful // massive god complex
⫸ lack of empathy and often insincere // evident sociopathic tendencies
⫸ assertive, blunt and arrogant // strong, unwavering opinions
⫸ analytical and perceptive // often good at figuring things out at breakneck speed
⫸ overly motivated and stubborn // it's often his way or the highway
⫸ chronic boredom, often acts out childishly based on this
⫸ fastidious and a known perfectionist
⫸ unpredictable and notably unhinged // makes it difficult to get on with him
⫸ a total narcissist in many ways
⫸ aloof and incredibly socially awkward // very antisocial in general
⫸ a complete drama queen // incredibly theatrical and melodramatic
⫸ breathes sarcasm // snide and often witty with his quips
⫸ silently a very sensitive and introverted soul // worries about what others think
⫸ self-conscious towards how people react towards him // this makes him withdrawn

relationships.
⫸ wilhelm nouvel x annette nouvel // one older brother [deceased]
⫸ aromantic asexual // not interested in any romance
⫸ owns a dog named faline
⫸ has taken a liking towards addy douglas
    ¬ sees him as his person
    ¬ doesn't view their relationship as romantic
    ¬ loyalty lies with him entirely

interaction.
⫸ storage // playlist // pinterest
⫸ physically: medium // mentally: hard
⫸ owns a pistol but finds the idea of injuring somebody very difficult
⫸ dislikes getting into physical fights as he's not very good at fighting
⫸ would much rather die than kill somebody else
⫸ TW. he is a recovering drug addict // cocaine, heroin and opioids such as morphine

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[CATALYST]

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﹝[abbr=don't look back]♢[/abbr]﹞

Thirteen months ago they had been tasked with collecting scrap metal. An unpleasant task, no one could possibly doubt that, but when you threw in the fact that they hadn't been fed properly and, well, there was a man that had thought it was funny to put a collar and leash on them while they worked... nothing about that situation had been okay. But they'd gotten through it, and they were fortunate enough to be able to say that hadn't happened again.

It wasn't something they ever wanted to repeat, though. They'd relived the experience when they took their revenge on Jeremy, and that was supposed to be the last time. Apparently not, though, as Lucerne was collecting scrap metal just like they'd been forced to once upon a time. At least he had chosen to do it and had free mobility, that was something at least.

"How's it going in here?" The words lacked Cat's usual nip, the air of command that they more or less had was absent. Somewhere between concerned and lost, like they had no place disrupting the man's work. In watching this task be done.

[spoiler=IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 12/12/19]GENERAL  welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life
⇥ Given name is Scott Mathew Darrow ⇥ Alias is Catalyst
⇥ Will accept Cat or Catalyst from anyone, Scott only from family
⇥ 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
⇥ 09/12/39 ⇥ Made their return to public life in the Badlands
⇥ 09/07/39 ⇥ Took a break to recover from their illness
⇥ 11/02/39 ⇥ Came down with a cold

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 by Gavril Lupei
⇥ 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
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[capt. salem]

LIES A THOUSAND HORRIFYING MEMORIES | | |

A lifetime ago, Salem also rode to school on buses like these. He'd spend his time in the middle isles, staring out the window if someone sat next to him he disliked or chatting animatedly if one of his friends claimed the spot.

He hadn't been popular, but he hadn't been unpopular; he was just that, a completely average kid. The only interesting thing about him was money, but wealth tended to matter less in the eyes of a child when he barely got to see his parents as they traveled for work. He had his older brother, but they hadn't gotten close until the world collapsed and suddenly family was important to everyone.

And now- well, Salem couldn't say he missed those times, but he could also acknowledge his privilege. Well, at least the apocalypse had been the great equalizer, hadn't it? Even if nobody wanted it to happen like this, it sure as fuck had happened. Now the only thing that mattered was who was quickest on the trigger, and frankly Salem liked it this way.

"I brought tools!" Salem called in a sing-songy voice, heaving the bag of equipment over one shoulder as he trotted over to Cat. The leader had something in their posture that heavily implied Salem shouldn't mess with them right now unless he wanted a sodding heap of unwelcome emotions, so he mainly ignored Cat in favor of peeking in the door to look for Lucerne.

[justify]I feel the unbearable weight, [abbr=Goes by Salem or Monty | He/Him or They/Them Pronouns | 28yrs Old | 6'3"| Councilman of the Badlands | Former pirate captain | Sexuality is a unlabeled free for all, romance is questioning]&[/abbr]
I sense the ripping of my shame, [abbr=Medium-Hard Physically | Hard Mentally | Attacks with whip, scimitar or revolver | Open to capture and maim if requested / discussed prior | Not open for death | Difficult but not impossible to defeat or subdue]&[/abbr]
I hear the sigh of indifference [abbr=Guy Fieri aesthetic | Neck-length dull brownish-grey hair | Bright green eyes | Three piercings on both ears (two on top cartilage, one large on lobe), and a lip piercing | Scruffy beard starting to grow in | Both pinky fingers cut off]&[/abbr]
(IC Opinions)[/justify]