[BL2] Stick Around [Group rp]

Subject: [BL2] Stick Around [Group rp] Thu Feb 13, 2014 6:31 pm

[[OOC: Since Nerdster likes Axton I'll have Mordecai as Larissa's sole LI (love interest) so things don't get complicated. If Canned takes Mordecai I can do Axton and Nerdster could do Salvador for Canned, is everyone all right with that arrangement? I figure we can kind jump in a little after the Firehawk mission, too.]]

There was little for Larissa to do, hung up with an injury. Just a day or two more and Zed had said she'd be able to be out and moving, of course this was from the man who also declared she'd be able to go out and do fuck all if she so pleased and who was he to enforce staying out of combat until then. Larissa hadn't put much stock into it, everyone on Pandora had some weird in them. Still, she couldn't deny getting restless.

That day found Larissa seated up on the counter top on the second floor of the Crimson Raider's headquarters. She swung her uninjured leg back and forth, back and forth. Roland was nearby, tinkering with his turret though he was so engrossed in that he hadn't put much stock into any conversation Larissa had attempted to make.

Idly she'd taken to folding sheets of scrap paper. Until someone else showed up or unless she'd take to wandering down to Moxxi's Larissa had little to do. She'd try to make the most of it, creating little shapes from paper.

"Ho hum," she said absently under her breath.

Roland must have heard her for he grunted. Or maybe he was just reacting to something with his turret. She waited, hoping it might be the former. When she received no further answer she frowned, shooting a look at Roland before going back to her chosen task.

----[x]----

Axton wandered down the streets of Sanctuary, taking it all in. He knew a few faces now, a few names attached to them to boot, though he didn't really know much about anyone in a whole. That didn't bother him too much, though, he was just after the Vault, to get a little fame for himself.

He kept his shoulders rolled back and his hands at his sides just as he'd been taught in the Dahl military. It was more habit now than anything though compared to anyone on Pandora he must've been a sore thumb because of it. Even his strides seemed purposeful despite his wandering.

There were a few conversations he listened in on as he passed. They were all pretty boring to him. A lot of these people seemed depressed or had just given up. They were probably only here because it was the safest place for them and nothing more.

Eyes drifting here and there he found nothing of much interest. It was all drab and boring to look at. Sure, Sanctuary was in better shape than other places he'd seen already on this planet but that didn't make it exactly a marvel to look at.

He heaved a sigh, resisting the urge to run his hand through his hair. He was getting bored, maybe he could find something to do to occupy his time over at Marcus' shop. He'd heard the guy had a target range down there.

Subject: Re: [BL2] Stick Around [Group rp] Fri Feb 14, 2014 11:47 pm

Banshee cracked her knuckles against her palm in mock frustration, savoring the echo it caused. She'd been lingering in Scooters garage for about an hour now, hunched over, drawing and redrawing some upgrades to her runners blueprints. Besides the crack the only other sound was the pencil lead scrapping the paper.

The silence bothered her immensely, it always does. Even with the patter of feet on pavement just outside, she couldn't help but feel isolated. It actually made her sick thinking about it, she struggled to turn back to her barely legible scratches on the page.

Definitely needed to add a few more safety bars to her runner. The last few scuffles had sent her and a comrade or two up in the air and onto their backs in the dirt. She cracked her gimpy shoulder at the memory

She shifted her body up with a sigh, where Scooter ran off to was a mystery. Who knows when he'd even be back. No use lurking, he'll see the blueprints when he gets back and, hopefully, get the message. Banshee sauntered up the stairs and took to wandering with the rest of Sanctuary's foot traffic.

-{X}-

The day hardly even started and already it was too much. Too bright, too crowded, even the clipped conversations were almost too much. Bloodwing nestled her head against her owners, as if sensing his discomfort. Mordecai smiled lightly, it could always be worst.

Mordecai carried himself with purpose through the streets of Sanctuary, cocking the shoulder that Bloodwing perched on slightly. He was eager to get home, well, home away from home really. While his little snipers nest was as much of a home as a guy like him needed, the Crimson Raiders H.Q was where most of his stuff was.

Not to mention it gets lonely out in the Pandora wastes. No matter how many psychos and bandits you get to kill or Rakk-Ale you get to celebrate with, it gets dull after awhile. And when it gets dull you simply have to relocate for a bit.

That way you can appreciate everything a little bit more, puts it all in perspective. Plus a fresh, cool glass of Rakk-Ale is better than a warm one any day. Mordecai soon arrived at his destination, quickly ascending the stairs of Headquarters. Bloodwing let out a call and he gave a clipped greeting to who ever was home.

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