#explodeyrat

GET BACK HERE JUNKRAT!

     “RUN JUNK. RUN.” 

For @explodeyrat from here.

     Junkrat was in a strop, and of course, the cause had been Roadhog. He wasn’t sure what the problem was. Usually the man tolerated his ramblings after he’d been reading. The facts and stories he pulled from books he’d found or stolen. Only ever from the nonfiction section, of course. He couldn’t sit through a novel, he had neither the patience nor the memory for it.

Only this time around, the topic of the book he’d nicked hadn’t been history or biology. This time, the book was on the occult. It was in the nonfiction section of the library they’d driven Hog’s hog through during one of their regular rampages. It had to be true, right? That, apparently, was where they disagreed. Roadhog took issue with Junkrat regurgitating everything he remembered from the book as fact, and Junkrat got increasingly irate as he was repeatedly fobbed off. It was some interesting shit, and Roadhog was treating him like some kinda idiot.

So he’d marched out of the barn they were hiding out in, intent to go start a fire somewhere to cool off, book clutched to his chest, mumbling angry nonsense to himself. He paused as he saw something coming towards him. A light? It looked like a flaming torch and as tempted as Junkrat was to find out, he hadn’t lived so bloody long in the wastelands by charging into trouble willy nilly without the firepower to back it up, and he only had a few pipe bombs and a bear trap on him. Hm. That was an idea...

Continued with @explodeyrat | moved from here x

As an omnic, he did not look much different than his human form. He had even kept his peg leg and different arm. His hair appeared to have been replaced with steel wool, it was the only explanation as to why the tips were still smoking. 

Zenyatta shook his head, giving Junkrat an orb of Harmony to calm his nerves. He could feel uneasiness ooze off the man, along with frustration and fear, and, for a moment, he felt sorry for the junker.

Hana found the buddy system a bit odd as well but there wasn't much use in complaining. Besides.. Junkrat wouldn't be a bad roomie to have for the next couple of nights. She was wheeling her bag along with the key in hand, her eyes watching the room numbers as they passed by. Upon arrival, she unlocked the door and glanced back at Jamison.

"If there's one bed, you're taking a bath before we go to sleep." She said simply as she opened it up to reveal that there was indeed one bed.

"Called it. You've gotta bathe and we'll have no problems."

did she have some REGRETS? well, ultimately, not the path of life she was about to walk in, far too exhausted with technicalities && conduct && mistreatment -- her mind could go on for hours over why she’d chosen to do this as it had done before. no, that wasn’t the source of her doubts.

the haircut was.

the oversized beanie covered up the haircut she gave herself. she gave no explanation as she grabbed jamison’s fleshy wrist && dragged him into a spare room, away from prying eyes. “i want to show you something.”

looks left && right, before shutting the door && faced him. “-- you promise you won’t laugh, right?”