#colt.01

The guy looked vaguely familiar. Vaguely, which meant he couldn’t really, for the moment, place where he’d first seen him. Having never been one to stare, Kade looked away after only a brief second and slumped down against one of the courtyard benches. He was tired. He was always tired now and was convinced that the creatures down in the Pits were looking to kill him by overworking him, over-fighting him. It was as if they made fights purposefully impossible, something which always pissed Kade off. It didn’t sit right with him not allowing opponents to have a fair chance at their fight. Daring to look up to catch another look at the younger man, he realized where he knew him from but it was well before the war.

Kade zoned out then, something that usually was rare for him, but was slowly becoming a new habit. The guy was much younger when they’d first met, but it was unmistakable. He wondered if that meant there was a possibility the rest of his family was alive. 

Having an afternoon off certainly helped Reed recover during the week. Working at the club in more than one way was well...draining and having some time to himself was nice. Though he was allowed to roam the city today, he felt a bit too tired. So, he stayed in his cell with the door open, watching as others passed by. With most of the other’s gone it was actually a bit quieter than usually. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking comfort in the rare silence. When he opened his eyes again, someone was there with him. Thankfully, a familiar face. “Colt,” he let out a sigh of relief and sat up a bit. “Hey, how are you?”