07 // Action/Accidental Voice
[Haine is feeling mostly better after his weekend in the rainforest. The only outstanding injuries are on his wings, though they appear to be on the mend. Still, it isn't what bothers him most. There's the odd quiet in the house; something he used to appreciate, but now? It's strange. Badou's doorknob never did get fixed and his bed hasn't been slept in for days, not to mention the same obvious package of smokes that never did get finished. Usually Badou could knock those out in an afternoon. Nevermind that the old man hasn't yelled at him for some time now, not even when he tracked in all the mud and rain and blood the night he came home.
It bothers him, though he'll never admit it aloud, nor admit to the hours he stayed up searching through the old network voice, written, and video posts just to see if they'd been some of the ones chosen for experimentation. But knowing Badou at least, that would've come with much kicking and screaming and making a scene. There was nothing like that on the network though. Not a word. It left him feeling unsettled. As though they were supposed to just forget that a Mihai and a Badou had ever been here.]
Hey. Who the hell told you that you could leave?
[His fist pounds the doorframe as he exits, heading for his room. There's no point to it anymore is there? This big place just serves as a reminder of all the people they've lost to whoever the hell it is running things.
Still, it wasn't even his own concerns he was most worried about. It was how the only other person left here would react. And what he would do if she was ever the one taken. Sure, he'd lived for years without Nill around, but now that she'd become commonplace, it would be hard to adjust to things again if she left too. If they took her, he corrected himself.]
Fucking bastards...
[He doesn't have much to pack, but he starts shoving clothes and ammunition alike into bags and boxes, hesitating only a moment over some of Nill's hand-sewn goods before packing them away too, hidden under a large box of ammunition and a couple pair of pants he picked up from the store in town.]
Who're you gonna take next, huh? You just fucking try it. I don't care if you can see the sky here, it's still a shithole prison. You think I don't see that?
...I'm not gonna let the same thing happen again.
[ooc: Haine has a tendency to talk to himself when he thinks he's alone. Feel free to tell him the journal is recording...]
It bothers him, though he'll never admit it aloud, nor admit to the hours he stayed up searching through the old network voice, written, and video posts just to see if they'd been some of the ones chosen for experimentation. But knowing Badou at least, that would've come with much kicking and screaming and making a scene. There was nothing like that on the network though. Not a word. It left him feeling unsettled. As though they were supposed to just forget that a Mihai and a Badou had ever been here.]
Hey. Who the hell told you that you could leave?
[His fist pounds the doorframe as he exits, heading for his room. There's no point to it anymore is there? This big place just serves as a reminder of all the people they've lost to whoever the hell it is running things.
Still, it wasn't even his own concerns he was most worried about. It was how the only other person left here would react. And what he would do if she was ever the one taken. Sure, he'd lived for years without Nill around, but now that she'd become commonplace, it would be hard to adjust to things again if she left too. If they took her, he corrected himself.]
Fucking bastards...
[He doesn't have much to pack, but he starts shoving clothes and ammunition alike into bags and boxes, hesitating only a moment over some of Nill's hand-sewn goods before packing them away too, hidden under a large box of ammunition and a couple pair of pants he picked up from the store in town.]
Who're you gonna take next, huh? You just fucking try it. I don't care if you can see the sky here, it's still a shithole prison. You think I don't see that?
...I'm not gonna let the same thing happen again.
[ooc: Haine has a tendency to talk to himself when he thinks he's alone. Feel free to tell him the journal is recording...]