RUN FOR THE HILLS

#𝚁𝙸𝙿𝚃𝙸𝚁𝙴　　——— —　　“　everyday　radioactivity　. 　　——— —　　heavily　canon　—　divergent　jamison fawkes,　originally　est.　2016　.

mei approached the door to the balcony, letting it open up to the sight of a certain blond haired junker hunkered over the edge. immediately her senses were overwhelmed with the smell of tobacco and burning hair. a smell she always expected and was consistently put off by. it certainly didn’t help that she already wasn’t in a particularly great mood due to said certain someone’s antics.

she scoffed and rolled her eyes at his more than clearly annoyed tone. like he had the right.

“ sure , busy. yeah right. ” she huffed, and took a step closer, grimacing as the stench hanging around junkrat became just a little more prominent, “ busy with what? stealing other people’s food? ”

she crossed her arms across her chest, glaring at his back, hoping he’d get the hint and turn around to actually face her.

“ is that all you’re good for? huh? causing trouble? getting into other people’s things? you’re impossible. ” she paused for a moment, almost considering leaving there to let him respond before she continued, “i had an entire weeks worth of food in there! and it’s completely gone. and i know you did it. everyone else here knows better. ”

his　nose　scrunches　at　the　accusations,　teeth　narrowly　baring　themselves　in　typical　𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧　𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧;　confrontation　didn’t　𝘴𝘪𝘵　𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭　with　jamison.　the　cigarette　‘tween　his　lips　is　proof　enough　of　a　recent　𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞　—— —　something　to　hold　the　𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳　𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴　down,　&.　if　she　could　see　the　half　empty　packet　𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧　in　his　side　pouch　...

“　fuck　off.　”　he’s　ashing　the　ciggie　in　her　direction,　now　leaning　back　onto　the　railing,　a　𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥　𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯　overtaking　his　usual　...　cheery　disposition.　something　about　his　𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬　at　the　watchpoint　set　him　off　worse　than　they　normally　had;　the　myriad　of　𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭　𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨　&.　procedure　had　resulted　in　one　too　many　forceful　sedations　in　the　recent　months.　(　&.　so　much　fucking　puking.　he　was　sick　of　it.　)　if　his　head　wasn’t　𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠,　he　would’ve　already　thrown　punches　—— —　he　was　burning　the　candle　at　both　ends,　&.　𝘮𝘦𝘪—𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨　𝘻𝘩𝘰𝘶　had　just　dosed　him　in　gasoline.