#infectedprotector

+ infected-protector

"Knowing too much of your future is never a good thing." It was never easy, not once was it going to be to begin with-- however, Lux knew this exact fact like the back of her hand; like the blood coursing through her veins. In the case of never being aware of what she really was, it was almost a foreign feeling; Lux had every right to know what she was, but those rights had been taken from her the moment she was out of the womb-- the moment she inhaled the toxic oxygen that had been so heavily veiled upon her crown.

"Ahem." the sound of a large male clearing his throat came to mind-- and her senses were shut down just like her thoughts as an instant result. "Are you going to buy something or stand there?" he hissed, tone as disgusting as the alcohol that sat on his taste buds.

The gas station was gloomy, dark, and for the most part depressing; each florescent light that was heavily bolted to the ceiling seemed to be striving for life-- flickering on and off as it did it's best to not utter a single flaw. Shelves had become empty, stains of soda and liquor dressed the bleak tiled floor which she stood on-- however, bright silver eyes averted elsewhere. 

"U-Uh..." gibberish  that's what left those petal soft lips, but she felt that it was the best her fragile mind would give her at the moment; so why not use it? As twain alabaster luminaries would lift, she'd catch the store clerk sizing her up-- which where she was from, wasn't a threat of any sort; more so just an observation.

Speaking of observations, Lux wore a ripped salmon shaded top that revealed the lower section of her abdomen, only to reveal strange yet detailed tattoo like symbols along her waist-- which oddly enough, were not formed by ink. To accompany the top, she wore a pair of denim shorts-- loose and poorly managed, but they sat on her curved hips with comfort and without problem, a crimson hued bandage was tightly wrapped around her forearm while worn sneakers adorned her feet. The girl was gorgeous, practically perfect on the outside-- if it weren't for the various scars along her arms; in fact, the biggest one of them all happened to be hidden behind that soiled cloth wrapping of her's.

"I would like a bottle of water-- please..." hesitance left her tone, laced with a sense of caution plagued with fret; with those few words she'd tug at the tight necklace that sat directly above her clavicle.

"Right." the cashier would purr, and turn on his heels to reach underneath what was presumed to be the cigarette counter; lifting a bottle of water on his way back up-- but something was odd-- the beverages were over there by the fridge-- couldn't he have--

"One moment..." he grabbed the bottle and turned back around, pulling something from a smaller more banged up cabinet and placing it between his fingers; only to place that exact set of digits beside the cap of the bottle. The male's large facade hid what he was doing-- possibly pulling the price tag?

Lux wasn't familiar enough with the methods in this world to know-- she had simply found around 3 slips of paper which were painted green; a 'one' was drawn on the corner of each slip. This was presumed to be money-- and she was extremely thirsty.

"That'll be three dollars." the large hessian snapped and slammed the bottle on the counter-- a few drops of water flying astray here and there. Levaun would flinch at his movements, and extend the palm which held the crumpled three pieces of paper in a terrified manner.