01-29-2017, 10:26 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 430px; font-size: 8pt;text-align: justify;color:#363636;line-height:115%"] jamison didn't remember what happened before everything went to shit. being in australia at the time was something terrible for people like him, and after what had happened the entirety of the outback was nothing but smoldering remains and radiation that was everywhere. of course, the radiated air had fucked up jamie's breathing and brain, making him forget nearly everything and have the inconsistent twitches and wriggles he usually had now. it also had most of his dirty blonde hair fall out in patches - hell, it even happened now - and even though all of that was going on, fawkes was none the wiser. all he remembered was life in the badlands. he didn't remember his parents dying, or him leaving australia for good. all he remembered was badlands, getting his limbs chopped off, then being subjected to torture due to his worm status. not the best life, but jamie forgot half of it. he was just lucky that he was a cheerful and optimistic guy.
the worm had noticed the child as well, and the towering male would stop himself from hastily scribbling down on paper with charcoal - a map of the city he had made, marking where he could lay low and sleep and marking where he shouldn't go and when - and instead would tuck the thing away, limping over to the other two and trying his best to give a genuine smile to alyssa. but with his rat like face and crazy eyes it looked like he was thinking about murder.
"aye, hello there!" jamison would say, playing with his fingers nervously. "ya look a bit dangerous, mate. don't be gettin' any bad ideas! heheh!" yeah, it was clear that he was anxious. he always was, considering anyone could come around the corner and kick him in the shin or something. "name's jamison fawkes!"
the worm had noticed the child as well, and the towering male would stop himself from hastily scribbling down on paper with charcoal - a map of the city he had made, marking where he could lay low and sleep and marking where he shouldn't go and when - and instead would tuck the thing away, limping over to the other two and trying his best to give a genuine smile to alyssa. but with his rat like face and crazy eyes it looked like he was thinking about murder.
"aye, hello there!" jamison would say, playing with his fingers nervously. "ya look a bit dangerous, mate. don't be gettin' any bad ideas! heheh!" yeah, it was clear that he was anxious. he always was, considering anyone could come around the corner and kick him in the shin or something. "name's jamison fawkes!"
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