Suffocating, still frustrating, like we care... [Closed]
Characters: Marluxia (Phytotoxin) and Larxene (eclair_nymph)
Content: Marluxia leaves the ship to find a certain somebody that he'd agreed to meet up with once a suitable port was reached.
Setting: Abantiare.
Time: Whenever the crew of Serenity are allowed to disembark.
Warnings: Long Time No See Snark, lightning, potential bitching, snobbery on Marluxia's part.
Marluxia was glad to get off the ship for a while. He liked Serenity well enough, but after a few weeks it began to feel somewhat claustrophobic, stifling even. He would have rather liked some fresh air, but given the city, that was possibly a little too much to ask.
He wore a distinctly unimpressed expression as he made his way from the ship to the pre-arranged meeting place, not enjoying the heavily smoky atmosphere in the slightest. He could think of a million better places to be and even the Badlands was one of them.
Even so, undesirable though the location was, the city wore a very particular kind of charm that was almost exclusive to dodgy places.
His steps were swift and his eyes were alert as he followed his mental map to where his companion was supposed to be located. He might have been more than able to look after himself in a sticky situation, but he'd rather not get into one in the first place.
Content: Marluxia leaves the ship to find a certain somebody that he'd agreed to meet up with once a suitable port was reached.
Setting: Abantiare.
Time: Whenever the crew of Serenity are allowed to disembark.
Warnings: Long Time No See Snark, lightning, potential bitching, snobbery on Marluxia's part.
Marluxia was glad to get off the ship for a while. He liked Serenity well enough, but after a few weeks it began to feel somewhat claustrophobic, stifling even. He would have rather liked some fresh air, but given the city, that was possibly a little too much to ask.
He wore a distinctly unimpressed expression as he made his way from the ship to the pre-arranged meeting place, not enjoying the heavily smoky atmosphere in the slightest. He could think of a million better places to be and even the Badlands was one of them.
Even so, undesirable though the location was, the city wore a very particular kind of charm that was almost exclusive to dodgy places.
His steps were swift and his eyes were alert as he followed his mental map to where his companion was supposed to be located. He might have been more than able to look after himself in a sticky situation, but he'd rather not get into one in the first place.