WAKING AT DAWN / joining, open

basorexia · 06-09-2017, 04:19 AM

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Unfamiliarity surrounded him, suffocating him in this overwhelming feeling of not belonging. He didn't know where the hell he was, but he had a purpose. He was looking for a place called the Badlands; an unpleasant name fitted for unpleasant people, he could only assume. Why else would they have such a name? It was a repellent for people looking for shelter, though, that didn't stop him from wanting to join their ranks. For months, he'd been traveling alone, only to fend for himself and only him. The group he had been struggling to keep up with had kicked him out, telling him he was lucky they hadn't killed him for being so useless. He was grateful for their gratitude nonetheless, thankful that they at least let him go with only a bruised jawbone. Who was he to protest?

Prescott wiped the back of his hand across his forehead, sweeping the droplets of sweat along his skin. The sun was bearing down harshly upon him, merciless. He needed to find shelter and in a hurry. But, he had no idea where he was going. The Badlands were the only group close enough to him - it was imperative he got there within a couple hours. He had already entered the city, gazing upon the streets that were littered with junk. Nature at last dominating man by cracking through the asphalt, curling around buildings. It was beautiful and poetic. A smile tugged at his pale lips, flitting his sea green eyes downward to the blank notepad in his left hand, he dug his right into his pocket to retrieve a pencil. He began to sketch the vegetation curled around a crumbling building, slowly continuing his walk onward but making sure his steps were careful.

A shame that he wasn't watching where he was going.

TATIANA · 06-09-2017, 05:33 AM

tricky track love <3

Deleted Characters · 07-03-2017, 06:15 AM

[align=center][size=8pt]Trevor wasn't doing too well here. His body ached and he was trying his best not to eat too much since he wasn't exactly supplying that much food for anyone else. He ate what he could catch and unless he felt faint he tried not to take others or ask for help. He felt like he was getting worse everyday. He could see the signs of starvation on himself, which was frightening him. His hands shook so much on some days he couldn't set a trap right...

Some force but him, and he immediately recoiled. This was it. They were going to purge him from their group. He wasn't able to keep up. He was done for. His body jerked back, his hands finding the wall of a nearby building to steady himself on. His voice came out in a house whisper, eyes closed tight. "M'sorry... "

basorexia · 07-03-2017, 06:27 AM

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A solid body collided into his own, and he staggered back quickly in reaction, his pencil and notepad slipping from his hands. He inhaled sharply, eyes wide in shock at the sudden collision. He glanced upward, seeing a frail looking boy staring back at him with this... Pitiful look on his slender face. His cheekbones were sunken in, dark circles around his eyes and he looked incredibly thin. He looked terrible. Prescott flashed a nervous smile toward the thin boy, crouching down to grab his belongings and pressing it to his chest. "It's okay, it's okay. I wasn't looking where I was, um, going... Ah.. Is this the Badlands?" he asked, tilting his head to the side as his lips parted in a slight 'o' shape. He looked innocent with his slightly curled hair tied up in a messy ben, eyes wide and curious.

Deleted Characters · 07-03-2017, 06:34 AM

[align=center][size=8pt]oh, jeez... He could feel the tears wrong up in his eyes when he didn't recognize the stranger. Not to mention he was being nice. It was nearing a point that this struggle wasn't worth it anymore. He felt like a walking corpse already. His cheeks now damp, he gave a quick little nod towards Prescott, awkwardly straightening up and starting to move last him towards the forest to attempt to hunt. "It's more p-pophlated in that direction," he murmured, stopping in an unbalanced wobble at the fingers side to turn and point in the direction he had been coming from. "They'll probably h-help you better than i-i can... "

ashen · 07-03-2017, 03:34 PM

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going to the discotheque -- getting high and getting wrecked

He was rather shocked, really, to see the pair. One looked half-dead, and the other looked better, but not...exactly...well off. He on the other hand was tall, almost muscled, and fairly well-fed; he couldn't help but have some compassion, though only one of them seemed to be new here.
Odd. Though the younger and more frail figure seemed to know where he was, he also was unfamiliar to Mettaton, and that was unacceptable. The warchief strode up, clearing his throat as he approached the pair. "Yes, yes, this is the badlands...big city, lots of people, not the safest of places--et cetera. Are you quite all right?" His voice was rich with concern, as he furrowed his brow at them, towering over at least one, well above six feet.

NOTES ; mettaton ;; warchief ;; other tags here

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