i don't wanna feel blue - open, vistor

[EVAN]

[align=center][div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px;"]dammit it was hot. the choice of an all-black outfit was really weighing on evan's list of things he regretted from this venture out into the badlands. he hadn't known it'd be this bad (that was a lie, evan was just trying to pin the blame on something other than his own fashion sense), and rolling up the sweater sleeves was doing nothing but exposing his skin to the heat.

feeling a little bit like some kind of emo red riding hood as he took a few steps inside the old city, wondering if his other fellow directors were feeling like this, visiting each different group. the badlands were a wild card, evan knew that. and that didn't help the knot of anxiety in his stomach, or his realization he hadn't taken any weapons along with him.

oh well, if he died, at least he wouldn't be overheated anymore.

"[b]hello?"[/b] gripping tighter to the basket to try and keep himself grounded to reality, evan's blue eyes wandered around the area. "uhh, gift basket? from some.. new neighbors." was that the right word for that? maybe. checking that the items were all still there in the basket (lots of dried fish, some berries and other foodstuff that he could find around the island, and a few craft items), evan shifted his weight from one side to the other, chewing on his lip nervously as he waited.

[charlie luciano]

Yeah, it was hot out here for sure. Every visitor and newcomer knew that for a fact. Those that had been living here for years were probably the ones that were the most used to the weather. Charlie, though he was running the place now, had only been here for a few months and still wasn't used to the conditions. New York's temperatures tended to drop later in the year, though it seemed like the desert would never break free from it's arid and sandy hell. Only the nights offered refuge, when the cool breeze traveled and weaved through the buildings and the streets. It wasn't enough, though. The Badlands just needed water, and he was anticipating a shortage sometime in the future. It wasn't as if the city had an unlimited supply of resources.

The Italian man had overheard the initial message from the one standing at the border. This piqued his interest and drew him over; he appeared, wearing a vest underneath rolled up sleeves. It was warm, though that didn't give him an excuse to dress any different. His sharpened brown stare snapped to J, who had (unfortunately) found the sucker first. He was going on and on about something, though it wasn't necessarily important. At least he hadn't scared him off just yet. "Shut up." Charlie grunted towards J before settling his gaze on Evan. He didn't appear impressed, nor did he appear threatening, either. He simply stood there, neutral, perhaps more intimidating than either. He needed to see what this guy was talking about. "What new neighbors?" Charlie questioned Evan. He didn't offer a shake of his hand nor even his name yet, as he was more eager to hear just who he was dealing with, here. New neighbors meant new opportunities, or possibly new conflict. He had to gain as much information as he could on this new group.