[centre][b][h1][color=firebrick]Jamison[/color][/h1][/b]

[color=firebrick]Location: Junker Town, Australia
Interacting with: Raelene[@vicier][/color][/centre]

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If you are not willing to look stupid, nothing great will ever happen to you. Words to live by. Of course, Jamison was never afraid to look stupid. He often didn't think things through, let alone contemplate them afterwards. Yet with Raelene...all he wanted was the best for her. Jamison sighed as he fiddled with her arm, intent on fixing the few miniscule parts that were necessary for it to function right. The task was oddly complicated, and yet Jamison didn't seem to have any issues with it. Having first created his own prosthetic arm, and then Raelene's, it was really an old trick. Especially when you thought of all the bombs and mines he'd created over the years. 

He just wanted Raelene to be safe. Why couldn't she understand that? She was a lot brighter then him...she could have a future...there was no doubting her skill...Jamison grimaced to himself as he carefully manipulated a piece, making sure not to damage anything else. What was he meant to do? He was her guardian, even if he was a poor one at that. There weren't many things that, many people, that Jamison cared about. Mako...Raelene. They were people he'd do anything for, and yet, he seemed to be screwing things up, in one way or another, with all of them. 

Jamison wasn't good with emotions. And he was never good with being rational. Reaching up absently to run his prosthetic hand through his hair, Jamison shook out dust from it. [i]ya never could escape the sand out here. It will be everywhere[/i] which didn't actually both Jamison. He'd been covered in a lot worse, after all.

Was it so wrong, to want her safe?

Why was it so hard?

He shifted slightly, and studied the arm, before nodding satisfied, and putting his tools away. He slipped them in a back pocket, knowing full well that if he was careless they'd be stolen quicker than he could  explode a bomb around these parts. There was a difference between being stupid and being...well. [i]stupid[/i]. Did one look foolish, stupid trying to apologise? Jamison wouldn't really know, it so rarely happened. Jamison had to remember that no matter what, no matter her enthusiasm with explosives, or her inability to fear getting dirty, Raelene wasn't a guy. She was a girl. A teenager. 

Hormonal. 

Jamison shuddered. It was such a horrible word, really. Emotions. Thrown together with biological...needs...urges. it was enough to drive a man into his booze. What was Jamison meant to do? He was still half a child himself. He didn't know nothin bout girls. ‘Cept that ya needed a bloody manual for them. But...it was his little Rae Rae....he couldn't be mad at her, could he? 

[Color=firebrick]”Rae Rae…”[/color] Jamison said softly, looking over to his cousin, a troubled look on his youthful features, damaged by both his living and having lived in junkertown.