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@Akayaofthemoon@Miakardia

I just got back to my computer. And I'll have a post up after Akaya.

Side note;

I forgot my friend was still logged onto their account. Hurrr. Durr. Awkward. Still getting use to sharing a computer. _{*is hiraeth*}

Teenage Wasteland

I haven't had much time on the computer recently and my phone, as buggy as it has been, hasn't shown any activity from this at all. *WHICH APPARENTLY WAS VERY, VERY WRONG*. I will work on trying to get something up today/tomorrow, though tomorrow is more plausible.

I apologize for holding things up. x.x;

Teenage Wasteland

@Mivuli@MissCapnCrunch@Jangel13@LovelyAnastasia@Vocab

"Well." Fox started, falling silent for a few moments to allow the other guy that had descended from somewhere and started showing his guns off a bit too much. It almost made him cringe, almost. While not a huge fan of such weaponry, it sure did have its uses. It made hunting easier, be it human or animal. But they were loud and required ammo. You couldn't always find the correct shells, the gunpowder, and so on and so forth. And as far as he knew, no one really knew how to actually craft more bullets. So eventually they would be obsolete. Maybe not for another few years, maybe not for another twenty- but eventually. If anything, something that did not need to be reloaded was better anyway. Might not have a lot of range but at least you wouldn't be caught in the middle of reloading or in the middle of a fight when you run out of bullets.

If his hands were not covered in blood, there was a good possibility he would have been rubbing his face with his hands as the girl with dreads was doing. He gave a small bow of his head towards the other woman that had appeared and attempted to pull the gun-wielding manic away- if anything, she had just earned herself some serious points for that. If he ever had to actively seek out the people here to kill them, he would kill her first!

"Well, Dreads, you might be able to offer her more than what I've got for that map- but I never said I was interested in the map." He turned his head to face her, just enough so she could see the grin as it slid across his face with the bit of a twinkle in his eye. But it faded quickly as a more serious look appeared, one that made him appear much older than the kid many assumed him to be because of his height. "But I will run across them eventually and I can guarantee I would have less trouble with them than any one of you would, even with your guns." Fox sucked in a sharp breath, only to exhale very slowly. "But like I said, I am not interested in her map."

He once again turned his gaze to the one-eyed woman, the serious look remaining on his face. This time he took a small step forward, the nails that had been implanted in the bottom of his boots scratched on the floor with the forceful bit of weight he allowed with the movement towards her. In doing this, the bag still against his right him jostled a bit too much, causing a bit of blood to finally hit the floor. "I have seen you around a time or two, you know things I want to know." A very small pause as he narrowed his gaze slightly. "I'd be willing to offer you my delightful services of never glancing in your general direction when I go hunting anymore. Or maybe we could figure out some kind of other trade? I wouldn't mind cutting off a few heads in your name if you'd like."

Teenage Wasteland

I'll wait on @Mivuli to post before I do, as they mentioned posting after @MissCapnCrunch. At any rate, I just got home from work a bit ago and direly need to sleep. But I will definitely get something up sometime shortly after Mivuli does.

@LovelyAnastasia

Teenage Wasteland

NAH, that is fine. o_o; I just hope I didn't miss anyone. A lot kinda' happened.

Teenage Wasteland

@LovelyAnastasia@SgtEasy@MissCapnCrunch

A very faint, sly smile formed onto Foxes face upon hearing the girl with dreads reply to his comment about the Scorps. Personally, he didn't have much recollection of why he should hate them. He knew what they did and could understand why, but anything other that was just impressions he got from everyone he had met or ran into. None of it was good, in all truth. Not even from some Scorp members themselves. Not that he spent a lot of time chattering with any of them- there had been a few he had tortured before killing them a time or two. Ironically, all eight times (at least ones that he could remember) regarding having a fellow Coyote scavenger killed. Or when they had killed someone else he was interested in. They always seemed to know who to target and who to kill... it actually really pissed him off the more he thought about it.

The sly smile quickly vanished from his face as the 'Wandering Priest' stepped up and spoke, Fox himself remained quiet and watched in utter silence as everything unfolded. The girl who had been dealing with him and his stuff to be traded moved elsewhere, guns were pulled out, some shit was said- and Fox payed no attention to it. Instead, he merely turned and leaned against the counter, resting his head in his palm while lightly tapping his right hand against the bloodied bag that rested upon his right hip.

None of it really interested him greatly, it just barely caught his attention, if anything. The thought did cross his mind though that if Alphonsé ended up starting something, he might be inclined to join him in his escapades. But even then, he didn't make any motion to reach for wire or any throwing knives of the sort. He merely remained leaning against the counter while trying his best to not shift his weight any more than necessary, knowing well enough it was better to drag blood anywhere else if he could help it. Thankfully the bag the body parts were in was mostly leak-proof. Mostly. There were a few holes, but they just dripped on his pantleg.

Foxes mind began to wander a bit, but a small chill ran up his spine, forcing him to jerk his golden eyed gaze upwards and his free hand to instinctively reach for his front pocket. But he stopped short as his eyes caught his attention. A stranger he had completely over-looked- he caught her eye just for a moment before her attentions turned elsewhere. He narrowed his eyes ever so slightly, letting out a small breath through his nose. Attempting to trade something for bandages...? The small breath he allowed to escape from his nose quickly turned into a relatively loud sigh.

While he wasn't entirely interested, he was at least a tiny bit curious about that map.

"Miss, with the map?" Fox started, pushing himself up from leaning on the counter, voice a bit louder than necessary. "I've got some bandages here and an ol' first-aid kit if you would like to have them, if you wouldn't mind giving me just a few moments of your time. But if you want it, you have to grab it yourself." He then lifted his right hand and wiggled the gloved fingers, starting to stick together through drying blood. After a moment though he carefully pointed to one of the bags that hung off of his belt. "Unless you'd like them already covered in blood. But that really isn't sanitary."

Teenage Wasteland

I'll work on having a post either later tonight or sometime early tomorrow. 900% ready for sleep, though.

Teenage Wasteland

Fox couldn't quite stop his small smile from turning into a grin, especially at the girls words, she was only a bit shorter than he was. Give it a few more years, she would probably be taller than him. Not that he really cared, height was never a serious problem for him anyway. Even if the whole 'not so good to eat once it has maggots' wasn't really a joke, he sure thought it was one. Even meat with maggots in it was salvageable. Strange people to let it something like that go to waste, he supposed.

"Yup, yup." He muttered, quickly closing the distance and following after the girl with dreads- choosing to ignore the fact she had raised three fingers into the air. Some kind of signal to someone he couldn't quite see. Not that he minded- he was here to do business, after all. Fox waited very patiently for her to spread the cloth out over the counter, humming very quietly to himself as he gently tapped his fingers against the straps of the various bags he carried.

The moment the cloth was down and she patted the counter, no time was wasted as he carefully slipped the first dufflebag strap from around his chest and onto the counter- quickly followed by two more. There was some clanking and clicking from all three of them and some blood splattered on the outside of the bags, but otherwise they seemed clean-ish. He left the bloodied bag that rested on his right hip alone, only sparsely touching it to move it out of the way while he picked up one bag and set it on the counter-cloth and unzipped it. Or well, tried to, it was stuck!

"Ran into some Scorps while traveling and figured I should deal with them while they were down." He mused quietly, his grin having vanished into a small smile. "Nasty bunch, they are. But they had some good stuff! Seems they had been killing all sorts of people, though. Tons of different shit they had on them, not raiding but... collecting, almost?" Fox made a slightly annoyed noise as the bag zipper refused to open, but after a few rough tugs it finally came free and he flipped the bag, spilling most of its contents onto the counter.

This batch of stuff seemed mostly clean, a few drops of blood on the items. The first bag, it seemed, mostly consisted of canned food and small blankets. There was a good variety among the canned foods too, ranging anywhere from potatoes to what appeared to be some ravioli. Fox then moved to grab both of the other bags and place them onto the counter as well, unzipping them without any problem, though he did not flip them. Instead he merely pulled them as far open as he possibly could to show all of their contents. In both of the other bags there were countless oddities and the alike. Partially filled gun-clips, some clothing that was relatively free of blood, a pair of shoes, and so on and so forth. A bunch of stuff though that was all still in relatively good use and repair.

"Oh. Whoops, that wasn't supposed to be in there." Fox said with a small grin, quickly reaching a gloved hand out to yank a small sewing kit with a large crack in the case. He promptly shoved the small case into one of the small bags that were attached to his belt, not having to even tare his gaze away from the girl. He hadn't bothered with anything that had been too bloody, having to carry around a dufflebag of three different heads and various limbs and sections of flesh, he honestly didn't want to carry anything with more blood than necessary.

Teenage Wasteland

I'll have a reply soon. Just got home from work!

Teenage Wasteland

Fox, personally, was not overly fond of having to hunt specific people down. Especially for someone else. But for someone like him it was easy work, aside from the blood. He liked traveling and spending time on his own and got quite the thrill from carrying out an execution sentence in someones place, plus the reward for returning with their head or some defining mark of theirs was definitely worth it. The reward was often good, depending on who it was for. Even if it didn't reap anything physically useful, it did leave you with some good standing and reliability in their eyes- all of which could lead to better things down the line. Once again, though, depending on who it was.

Today was not one Fox particularly cared to really think about. It had been nearly a week and he had been hunting after some strange doctor fellow, but he hadn't had even the slightest bit of luck finding them. Instead, he had ran into several Scorp members while they rested. Feeling particularly irritated from his lack of fortune while scavenging and 'hunting', they made for the perfect targets to release some of his irritation. And to top it all off, he managed to leave most of their supplies blood free, which was always a good bonus if you were planning on pawning off their junk or trading it for better goods elsewhere. Which was exactly what he was planning to do.

Groaning very quietly, Fox steadily made his way towards the pawnshop, four different bags in tow. Three rather large dufflebags were slung over his chest and rested against his back while another one was resting against his right hip. All of the bags seemed rather full and probably very heavy- but the one that rested upon his right hip was the most concerning. Well, maybe not concerning, but it was not pretty too look at. The bottom of the green bag was practically stained a permanent black-brown color, it actually dripped dark red liquid onto his pantleg. Not that he was giving it much notice while he stepped over some trash and the alike- not giving much attention to his surroundings.

Aside from the blood that ran down his right leg from the bag of questionable contents, he had bits of it splattered elsewhere too. Some of it stained his pale blond hair, a bit of it on his face, but most of all there was still evidence of it on his arms. It looked like he had tried to wash it away at some point prior, but not well enough. There were still smears all over the leather that covered over his arms.

Growing closer to the pawnshop, Fox quickly lifted up both hands in 'surrender' and 'I come in peace'. At least the best he could, considering the extra weight he was carrying around with him at the moment and the fact that his entire right side was just a bit too stiff. He spotted a familiar figure leaving, but he was not going to bother trying to converse with him right now.

Hands still raised as he drew closer, Fox gave one small wave of one of his raised hands, a somewhat friendly smile forming onto his face- like he hadn't just been killing some people. "Open?" He called towards the shop, coming to a stop beside a pile of rubble- just in case. He wasn't always welcome in places while carrying body parts for bounty and trade, but ya' know, he wasn't willing to leave their heads behind. If anything, he knew his old friends The Coyote's would love to do some more business with him. But they were farther away than the pawnshop, he didn't want to have to travel that far just for some supplies he would waste in the time it took for him to get back to the Arena. But hey! Today he didn't just have body parts! He had other stuff too, a whole three dufflebags worth.