and i’m pins and i’m needles

[fuckinghubble]

who; Raimi Matthews and very, very OPEN.
what; “Not all who wander are lost.”
-J.R.R. Tolkien
where; The Junkyard.
when; Sunday, after Porn Hour.
warning(s); All the cursing and Raimi’s usual offensive nature, I guess.

Comments

Forgive me I'm gonna be slow <3

[survivethesiren]

Gem knew she wasn't going to run into Castor here. She knew the Program well--and he wouldn't be caught out here again if he didn't have to be. In fact, if he truly needed to come here again, he'd attempt to find someone else to go.

That meant Gem was safe for now, at least from him.

The Siren didn't particularly want to be out here either (dirty, disgusting, too much that could harm her), but she was bound and determined to find her umbrella. If other people got what they wished out here, she didn't see why she couldn't find something so simple.

While her shoes had been modified into boots, the rest of her outfit was normal--normal for her. Body tight thick white and gray material, keeping her sensitive circuit-laden skin protected from the elements.

Coming over a hill of junk, she raised an eyebrow as she saw the programmer before her--Raimi.

Looking down at him, the Siren placed her hands on her hips. "...Looking for something?"

no worries. the work week is probably going to slow me down, too

[fuckinghubble]

Raimi didn’t expect to run into that many people here. Junyards don’t exactly scream social hangout joints. Moreover, it wasn’t the type of place he expected to see Gem hanging around, either.

Curious.

The helmet made it moderately difficult to turn his head when Gem addressed him. Eventually, he just took off the fucking thing, leaving him with a mess of ruffled hair (more so than usual). After all that hype he had set up for himself when coming here, he figured that it couldn’t be any worse than living in the BIOCOM staff housing. Now that was poison.

Speaking of which, he could seriously use a smoke right now.

“Maybe. Or maybe it just seemed like a perfect day for dumpster diving.”

Tucking the helmet under his armpit, Raimi pushed himself up from the ground and began to brush off the soil from his white suit. It was a lot baggier than what he was used to wearing these days.

woo! :3

[survivethesiren]

Gem almost wished to ask about the suit; but she didn't. She hated to seem ignorant, and it appeared to be a simple thing she should have known about Users, and their sensitive systems.

"What are you looking for, then?" Trying her best not to seem unsure on her feet as she moved down the pile of junk towards him, she stumbled once or twice--but maintained her stoic countenance as best she could in the face of the mess.

Finally reaching his position, she brushed her fingers over her suit, trying to get some dust off. "...why do things have to arrive here."

[fuckinghubble]

After the incidental sunburn, Raimi didn’t exactly expect to see Gem wandering around in a place like this without any kind of protection, either. He figured out by now that Programs must’ve had a different kind of immune system than his own, but to what extent he didn’t know. And, if the aforementioned sunburn was any indicator, neither did they.

“Nothing in particular. Just my stuff.” Half lie and half truth. Raimi wasn’t going to complain if he could find the smallest, most insignificant item - but he only owned so very little things that actually meant something to him.

Like a snapshot of a memory.

Not that he needed it.

“Your guess is as good as mine. So what brings you here?” Raimi had a pretty good idea that Gem wasn’t hanging around the Junkyard because of its appealing panorama.

sob hi hopefully it's not too late of me to pop by /o/

[glorystars]

Also poking around in the junkyard this evening was red haired girl. Her footing was careful as she walked along the uneven ground and pieces of wayward metal, though the way she lightly jumped from one piece to another seemed to suggest that gravity did not affect the girl quite the same way it did to others. Though the fact that she wasn't even wearing a protective suit was probably a bit more noticeable

it's never too late~

[fuckinghubble]

One man’s junk was another man’s treasure - and in Raimi’s case, his junk was the treasure he never thought he had. Of course, none of it was the thing he was particularly looking for, but it was nice having at least a small piece of his former life to take back to the barracks with him.

Speaking of which, he really needed to figure out how to earn enough cash to get himself out of his shitty flat and into a better living condition. As petty as it may be to some, his material possessions meant something to him. Maybe not so much anymore, but it’s the one thing that he hated to part with since he came here. If there came a promise that he could at least be somewhat comfortable - find some sense of normalcy?

Then Raimi will just take that.

On his way “home”, his attention was on drawn to a moving shape hopping around the Junkyard. He wasn’t wearing the protective helmet as he had before, not caring about his messy, ruffled hair or the radiation soaking into his skin. He was already radioactive enough to be declared sterile, anyway.

c8

[glorystars]

Her search hadn't done much of anything for the girl so far, and she was beginning to wonder if maybe this junkyard was just as strange and unhelpful as it was when she first arrived. She continued to poke around a little longer though, occasionally picking up some rather large pieces of metal and tossing them aside only to find nothing of interest underneath.

After a little while, Starfire sat down for a moment to sigh and just stare at all the junk around her, thinking hard. Nothing helpful came to mind, but she did now notice someone else exploring the junkyard.

She floated back up to her feet and jumped along the pieces of uneven ground as she had before, gliding through the air at some points until she was close enough to Raimi now to speak to him. "I offer you greetings." The light smile on her face and the way her hands were clasped before her gave the teenage girl a friendly, and mildly curious, air about her.

"Please, if you do not mind, may I ask if you have had success in your investigation of this area?"

[fuckinghubble]

Greetings...?

Who the fuck talks like that?

Strictly following his Don’t Ask philosophy since he got here, it was the only thing keeping Raimi from having a mental breakdown when seeing a floating girl talking to him for the first time. If not for all of the other crazy shit that’s happened to him so far, Raimi was pretty certain that he wouldn’t be taking this as cool as he was. Okay, so it’s a teenage girl who can float. Nothing too strange about that.

Just breathe.

“I guess you could say that.” If the duffle bag he was carrying was any indication, anyway. “Are you looking for something?”