#ofthejunction

It was the bridge that had caught his attention, spending an afternoon lazily swimming along the river. Drifting to wherever the current took him. He didn’t recognize the bridge, and was quick to climb up the wooden beams and onto the deck, eyes flicking over to the sign he saw. A new place he hadn’t yet explored, this so called ‘Camp Cod’ only made him more curious.

Was this place abandoned? Perhaps a new hunting grounds could be made here~

“What do you wanna learn first?? Hip hop? Pop?? Maybe a conga??”

     He waited on the invitation- much like any other Vampire had done. Not for the fact that it would harm them in any way- it was only nature to have manors. Even in the heat of a chase a simple door would cease them from entering a home their pray ran into.  

     The same nail came to flip the latch upward. Opening the window and lowering himself with one arm hanging onto the edge. Soon he dropped down with a light thud, a controlled weight. A small cloud of dust puffing around his feet, though barely visible.

Green eyes light up at the sight of the man himself, the woman stepping away from the gate as Dusty slid through the opening. She knew it wasn’t for her, and she wanted to give the man his space. No need to frighten him away.

There was a pause and a glance at said signs, then a small smile crossed the woman’s face as she shook her head.

“We’re not here to sell you anything Mr. Radliff. And if you don’t want us on the property that’s quite all right. We can just talk out here.”

Dusty’s words seemed to just fly over her head as she opened up her brief case, pulling out a clipboard that was settled amongst the files. Closing the case again and settling it by her ankle, she grabbed a pen from her pocket as she read over her clipboard.

It had barely been a day since touch down, having managed to get his ship to stop smoking and thankfully eliminating all risk of The Milano blowing up or catching the forest on fire. But, it was still pretty messed up and in large need of repair. He was looking at weeks and weeks before he could even get back in the air. It down right sucked...

Which brought him to now, despite his aching body he had begun the search for parts, one of his empty duffle bags around his shoulders as he walked along this weird planet. He had come across someone, who had thankfully spoken english and pointed him in the direction of a weird place called Junky Junction, saying he could find parts there. Which is where he now was, standing outside a locked gate with the glowing red eyes of his helmet looking over the best way to get it.

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Merrick mocks him.