SAVAGE,
arxhyuna
he had more fun with the political prisoners more than anyone else in this god forsaken hell hole. everyone else fought, while those tossed in without a clue of what they were getting themselves into, squealed. it was a sense of control that he received from each encounter he had with the men and women who cowered in the corners and attempted to stay out of the spotlight - but he liked to say that they simply stuck out like a sore thumb. everyone knew who they were and it was only a matter of time before the purge in the streets found them.
it just so happened that the joker arson had a knack of picking out those sore thumbs in a crowd of many. having caught a glimpse of the girl whilst on a lonesome stroll through the limited streets of amusement mile, something seemed off. perhaps it was the way that the girl truly had nothing to do, which is what he had gathered by appearance. everyone without the city had something to do - after all, they were all trying to kill each other and tear the place apart.
it had been perhaps an hour of retracing her footsteps that he found her and made the decision to make himself known. unfortunately, a simple hello wasn’t something in his books of how to do things, and instead his hello came in the form of a scarred hand reaching out to give her shoulder and tug back as he simply put himself in her face.
“ who do you work for ? ”
it was the first logical thing to come to mine, yet the first thing to possibly push her out of her comfort zone.
