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[mylifeasitwas]

Who: Wesley and OPEN!
What: New punk in town
Where: Just outside his arrival house (He's poking around)
When: 12/02 Midday
Warnings: Language, always.

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[mylifeasitwas]

"Oh yeah?" His tone lifts at the in, the inflection steps away from sarcasm; though there's a bit of curiosity there, too. Turning himself around he thumped his hand against the holster at his thigh, doesn't draw, just reaffirms that his weapons are still there-- never know what to expect in a strange place like this. Of course the sight he's greeted with isn't one he expects-- very... red. The cover of the mask muffles a light snort as he inspects the cape curiously. Interesting.

Wesley, however, is not oblivious to the fact that this man may have information he wants; things he needs, and will refrain from mouthing off too soon. At least, for as long as he could help it. Though how long that would be was anyone's guess.

"Care to tell me exactly what this place is?" Everyone's in masks, or coverings or something of the sort, and he knows that's not normal. Knows it's not Chicago. But what he doesn't know... is where the fuck he actually is.

[mylifeasitwas]

"How about both, and I'll decide if I believe you," Or if you're loony. Though that part Wesley keeps to himself for the time being. This guy was out of an fucking opera or some shit. Robots the opera. Yeah, he liked the sound of that. He'd go see that shit, provided at least one of them exploded and it wasn't a romance. He shakes his head a little it because he's gone off on a complete mental tangent and has to direct his attention back to Erik, glad he's securely hidden behind his mask.

"Let's just say I'm curious."

Sorry, I wanted to tag in, but Alex wouldn't just start talking to him /o\

[redhotsummers]

Alex didn't like the look of this guy.

Alex didn't like the look of most people actually, but when someone wandered around, fully masked, and covered in weapons--well that person was going to get some extra attention.

Hands shoved into his pockets, he followed slowly at a distance; he wasn't one for stealth, but there was a shop he could plausibly claim he was going to if the masked man asked.

But really, Alex just wanted to make sure this guy didn't start any shit. And if he did, well. Alex would just have to make sure he stopped. With a grim smile, he shook his head. Charles would have been proud.

Nono! Being IC is good for you C:

[mylifeasitwas]

Confrontation was hard to avoid with Wesley, that much had always been true-- even when he had been a complete pussy and tormented by his boss, there had been conflict. Now, dressed as The Killer, conflict usually started and ended with a flash of his muzzle. Though in the few shop items he's managed to glean a reflection in the person following him looks like a kid-- at least partially. Wesley isn't old himself, only in his twenties, but there was something about him that made him think kid. So instead of taking the usual, direct route and attempting to shred his face with either of the fire eaters he stops in his tracks. "Unless you want me to give you another hole to breath out of kid, you better tell me why the fuck you're following me."

He doesn't reach for his gun, doesn't think he has to, he's never met anyone faster-- doesn't have the knowledge to make him nervous. Besides, the guy had been following him for a while and hadn't tried anything yet, so he'd give a little.

it gets alex in all the trouble though!

[redhotsummers]

"I'd like to see you try," Is the first thing that Alex spat out, but he made no aggressive moves, hands still firmly in his pockets. It was a calculated risk; a stupid one, probably, but that was typical with him. Blurt out the first thing that came to mind when challenged. Because before Xavier--talking big had a purpose. To make sure that you weren't painted as a Victim. Because that? Would get you dead quick.

He'd seen it enough before he'd been thrown into solitary. And despite having his friends around here, despite this place being wide and open--well. Some habits died hard.

At his question, though, Alex shrugged, blue eyes staying hard from under his black mask.

"Someone dressed like you is looking for trouble." And if Wesley tried to start some, Alex just might end it.

Isn't that half the fun?

[mylifeasitwas]

"Would you now?" And he's grinning so hard under his mask his face is in danger of cracking. It's then he turns around, any and all expression hidden behind the blank mask with the cold blue eyes. Not too much of a kid to get his ass kicked, Wesley surmises.

"Are you here to give me trouble then, kid?" He asks with a little pep in his tone, because really, he hasn't done anything so far but he isn't above pistol whipping a brat or two. He pats the holster at his thigh but still didn't draw his gun, didn't see the need to be rushing into it. "Because, I've got to say, you don't particularly look bulletproof."

[ironicinitials]

Despite having his own costume, Robert never really completely enjoyed it. The whole 'costumed hero' thing was nearly as popular here as it was at home. Though when he saw the weapons, it alarmed him a little. No one carried around that many weapons without an intention to kill. He kept several steps behind him, watching for a few moments as he walked. He gauged the weapons, trying to take count of each one and figure out what they were. He liked knowing what he was dealing with before he had to deal with it.

When the man spoke up, Robert finally approached. He had a long stride so it only took a few steps for him to reach the man. He moved a hand up to his hair. He wore a simple, silver mask. "Yeah, well. You're stuck here until we figure out how to leave."

[mylifeasitwas]

"Well aren't you a tall fucker." Wesley and his tact, inseparable. He stares up for a second, nose scrunched-- though the expression is invisible under that heavy mask he wore, the respirators nearly silent as he took a few short breaths-- gauging the man before him with a curious stare. He wasn't inclined to believe he was stuck till he was fucking sure of it himself-- who would take the word of some gaunt-y looking bastard anyway? Wesley was different, trained to get in and out of places, not to take up entire park benches with his legs. Hmph.

"What makes you so sure there isn't a way out?" Screw names, this guy had information.

[ironicinitials]

"I am. I'm very tall. I like being tall." He moved his hand up through his hair, and raised an eyebrow, though he didn't ask about Wesley's outfit. It wasn't his business, nor did he care. At least it wasn't gaudy. He could appreciate the functionality of it.

"I didn't say there isn't a way out. I'm saying we haven't figured out how."

[mylifeasitwas]

"Handy," He murmurs as he casts a slow look around-- seemed everyone had masks on for some reason or another. Curious. All the more reason to keep his own on, besides the fact if he needed to break out they wouldn't know what he looked like. He scrubs a hand on the fabric under his chin, digging for an itch.

"How long have you been here?" It would give him a good gauge on how long people had been trying, anyway.