BLAST FROM THE PAST BABBY

[dawgeater]

[A young man wanders through the halls, a rusted pipe gripped firmly in his hand. He glances around from time to time, ever alert. Cuts and scrapes decorate his skin, the bandages seem old and tattered.

Stopping at a corpse, he crouches down and starts rifling through it’s pockets, muttering apologies.]

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WHERE'S YOUR DELOREAN

[najayjay]

/suddenly, a voice from nowhere

What are you saying sorry for?

/steps into the dim light like the Beast

He's dead.

DELOREAN? NEVER MET HER.

[dawgeater]

[Drops a few coins, turning around slowly, relaxing a little when he sees she isn't a splicer.]

I dunno...just feels right I suppose.

GOOD, BECAUSE OTHERWISE YOU MIGHT HAVE JUST MADE YOUR MOTHER FROM THE PAST FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU

[najayjay]

/snorts humorlessly, stepping towards him
/looks down at the corpse
/nudges it with a foot

Kind of a waste doing what's right to those who're not here anymore.

Hear that whoosh? That's a reference going right over my head.

[dawgeater]

The ones who are don't seem to appreciate it, either.

[He turns back to the corpse, grabbing what he can from it's pockets and shoving it into his own. He stops halfway through his plundering and looks up to her again.]

Did you want anything from him? He's got a little can of sardines.

{Holds it up to her and shakes it a little.]

[meaningbychoice]

[This is certainly new. A boy, somehow familiar, and not spliced-at least, as far as she can see. Eleanor follows in the shadows before curiosity gets the better of her and she makes her presence known, approaching cautiously.]

Hello..? Are you alright?

[dawgeater]

[Grips the pipe harder before turning around, eyes widening at her suit. His gaze travels up to her face and he relaxes somewhat, she seems normal. He stands, wiping his free hand on his trousers before holding it out to her.]

As good as you can be around here. My names Amir, Miss.

[meaningbychoice]

[Eleanor takes the offered hand, her eyes going wide when she hears the name. There's hesitance on her face for a moment before she speaks again.]

..This may be silly, but I used to have a friend called Amir. Did you ever know a girl by the name of Eleanor..?

[dawgeater]

I did! How...

[He pauses as realization hits him and grins.]

I did indeed! A real devil of a child, she was!

[theyneverfit]

/there's a Big Daddy staring at Amir. It's somehow snuck up behind him, and now it's just standing there, gurgling.

[dawgeater]

[Carefully turns to the noise, nearly squeaking when he see's just what it's coming from.

He stands up carefully and backs away. He doesn't know much about Alphas, but he's hoping they're like most Big Daddies and will leave him be.]

[theyneverfit]

/limps forward, following him.

[dawgeater]

[Keeps backing away, not moving his eyes from the Alpha. This proves to be a bad idea when he backs himself into a corner. His voice is shaking and he speaks slowly.]

Can I do something for you...?

[lolololangels]

/suddenly appears as if from nowhere and jabs her needle over into the stomach of the corpse.

/begins to hum to herself, ignoring the boy's presence.

[dawgeater]

[Yelps in surprise, clasping a hand over his mouth to muffle it. He scrambles away and looks around for her Big Daddy, but calms a bit when there isn't one.

He gets to his feet, intent to leave in case one does show up for her.]

[lolololangels]

/blinks as she hears a quiet yelp followed by silence

/tilts her head to look up at the boy, before dropping her needle and standing up, the needle clanging to the floor as she squeals:

No strangers, no!

[dawgeater]

No strangers! Exactly!

[Darts into a nearby room to hide!]

[mepoormoira]

[Moira stands behind him, a crowbar in hand slung casually over her shoulder. She's not sure just yet whether this one's a splicer or not, but he looks human enough to inquire about instead of bash in.

When she speaks, it's in a strong Dublin accent, still not lost after all these years.]

"Aven't seen ye around 'ere before."

[dawgeater]

[If people keep sneaking up on him like this he'll lose all his cred. Regardless, he jumps a little, grabbing his pipe and looking over his shoulder. He relaxes slightly when she seems unlikely to attack.]

Don't get out much, Ma'am.

[He sets the pipe down, turning back to continue going through the corpses pockets.]

[mepoormoira]

[She smiled upon the fact that he was definitely not a splicer... well, at least a splicer that wasn't so far gone he couldn't see his own arse.]

Not many of us do, all trapped down 'ere an' the like. Surprised ye even have a place to stay in when ev-rythin's gettin' raided by the bloody sploicers.

What's ya name, boyo?

[dawgeater]

Amir. And, well, home is where you hang your hat. Course I don't have a hat...but you get the idea.