#killjoy oc

Crow when they found Bolt:

The first few days in the desert I simply remembered scavenging and wandering. I've found some scraps I've been fiddling with, some old clothes here and there I could probably use. At the time there was this bliss of freedom, something that felt weirdly unfamiliar. Odd and squeamish. I've finally been able to see those constellations of the old dusty book I found long ago used to talk about. I think Orion is my favorite so far, but Andromeda has some cool badass vibes to her. The heat was definitely something to get used to but better sweaty then being mind controlled right.

During my time walking I've come across these people, zone runners, I think that's what I am technically speaking; people simply making their life out here. I still haven't found a new name yet but will get there when we get there. Not that I have anyone to introduce myself to. Keeping it low for now, besides it seems there's some sort of unspoken rules here, I still have to figure those out, but for now I'll stick to my guns and these nopales. I'm surprised no one takes advantage of them but hey more for me.

For the moment I've been watching the very few cars or bikes that make their way around route Guano. People laugh out of their mind or look out suspiciously. Though they all have one thing in common: color. Bright and screaming. Letting the world know they were here. It was honestly very cool. I still gotta work on that, like I said we will get there when we get there. This place wasn't your typical rodeo of help: respect is earned and trust is unbreakable. I saw it in the eyes of those masked. Now those people were it: The Killjoys.

I've only ever come across a few from a distance. They were easily recognizable. People around seemed to hold them in high regard, which made sense as my mind connected dots. They were the enemies to Bl/nd. The same ones getting ghosted (learned that one off the radio, still getting used to slang) in the damn MouseKat cartoons

Talking about slang, it was pretty fucking cool

Motor baby's, crash queens, Static! This Dr.Death Defying guy was great. The small radio I managed to salvage from this junkyard has been of help. News, actual news finally came and I've been figuring out history I never knew. Everyone seems to look forward, not many dwelled in the past bits but you could feel it in the air. Thick, haunting, red—choked up like the last letter sent, never to be read.

I wanted to- no need to know more but for now gotta figure out how to survive out here. You can only last so long with crickets and nopales.

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There's a kid now. Named them Bolt.

Now I know what you're thinking, the hell I picked up a sand pup from? In truth, I didn't think any kid their age would be out here in the Zones. The pup was covered in dirt and motor oil which, well, let them blend right in. From experience, the zones are difficult to navigate without some basic knowledge. And judging by how I found them hiding in the junkyard within the shade of some pile of rusted and busted cars, panting frantically looking about like some stray dog with a singular metal pipe which wouldn't do much to either of us. The kid didn't know any better. Not sure how they got all the way out here alone, but there was this fire, a desperate flicker of help.

Valerio said I should've just left them somewhere for some runner to take them into their crew. I simply ignored him, per usual at his very much dumb suggestions. Sides he'd come and go from time to time so his input was half taken into the equation. Bolt was quiet about the whole thing and made me chuckle when they gave Valerio a side eye. Forgot how ruthless some of them are.

The little guy reminded me of myself.

In any case, I went back to Tommy's and finally started to rack some carbon. Seems like BLI loved their fuck ass vending machines. Though I'll admit they have their use. As much as I hated power pup…a human body needs protein. Gave one to Bolt and they downed it like no tomorrow. It was both concerning and kinda funny. The little pup has been of good help when doing handy work. Seems it was like their repayment for letting them say. The eagerness that borderlined trying to prove something.

The radio has become their safe heaven, just like it had for me. Funny enough it was like the Doc knew. My can of juice is raised to ‘em. Oh forgot to mention someone who seemed to have joined in on. (Or maybe they were already there but I've never noticed) Cherri Cola. He has his own section on the station. I liked his bits of wisdom, and had a pretty way of speaking. Don't see much of that out here. Always just live fast and die Bright. Then again, in a world where everyone tells you to stand still, who wouldn't want to let loose.

Theirs this Liberty in rebellion, rooted in a form of hope that you don't get to see anywhere or anyone. Killjoys seem to have it down to their core. The good kind. A flare burning brighter than the rays shone upon them. Like getting to listen to noise others understand. A message only read by those who looked in the right place. Maybe I have…at least the first few lines

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