A Repoman Cometh [Open!]
Characters: Nathan/Repo Wallace, anyone who wishes to join
Content: Nathan is out for the count, atleast for alittle bit. So, Repo takes the oppertunity to....acquaint himself with the crew
Setting: Fiertia
Time: Late Evening
Warnings: Repo. He's a warning in and of himself.
Nathan was an idiot. A complete moron. But, a moron who atleast had the lack of thought to allow him a chance to roam at his own free pace. Convenient, if nothing else.
Besides, Nathan really was such a sucker for people. -He'd- get a much truer stand on these so called 'crewmen'.
The heavy leather of his surgeon apron hanging around him like a shield, the dark haired man grinned as he took the halls at a fast clip, humming to himself as he paused only once in a while to ruffle some poor cabin boy's hair, or to idily tweak the ear of a passing seaman. He moved with a stalking grace, hard movements, but quick, dancing out of angry fingertips like liquid and laughing at their attempts...then laughing again as his version of a grin sent them scampering away like pups to a bitch. Atleast he'd left his mask....it wasn't like he'd be needing for anything. Although, that could very true-ly be considered a lie, seeing as how his faithful double headed scalpel hung just inside the heavy apron, snug in the hold that was just for it.
His stomach rolled, and Repo rolled with it, bracing a hand on the wall to keep himself from falling over as he waited for the hunger pangs to subside.....true-ly, Nathan was doing this on purpose. Laughing at the thought, the man lifted his nose and -smelled- his way to the kitchens....
Content: Nathan is out for the count, atleast for alittle bit. So, Repo takes the oppertunity to....acquaint himself with the crew
Setting: Fiertia
Time: Late Evening
Warnings: Repo. He's a warning in and of himself.
Nathan was an idiot. A complete moron. But, a moron who atleast had the lack of thought to allow him a chance to roam at his own free pace. Convenient, if nothing else.
Besides, Nathan really was such a sucker for people. -He'd- get a much truer stand on these so called 'crewmen'.
The heavy leather of his surgeon apron hanging around him like a shield, the dark haired man grinned as he took the halls at a fast clip, humming to himself as he paused only once in a while to ruffle some poor cabin boy's hair, or to idily tweak the ear of a passing seaman. He moved with a stalking grace, hard movements, but quick, dancing out of angry fingertips like liquid and laughing at their attempts...then laughing again as his version of a grin sent them scampering away like pups to a bitch. Atleast he'd left his mask....it wasn't like he'd be needing for anything. Although, that could very true-ly be considered a lie, seeing as how his faithful double headed scalpel hung just inside the heavy apron, snug in the hold that was just for it.
His stomach rolled, and Repo rolled with it, bracing a hand on the wall to keep himself from falling over as he waited for the hunger pangs to subside.....true-ly, Nathan was doing this on purpose. Laughing at the thought, the man lifted his nose and -smelled- his way to the kitchens....