🎶 | JAMESON "JUNKRAT" FAWKES // @SCRAPFRAGGER001 // STARTER CALL
✧*:･ﾟ| IT is a curious stench -- an IRRADIATED smell -- and a strange hum, an unfamiliar song crackling, splintering in the air. Whatever the smell is, it stands out like the moon against the night sky. It pierces into his bones; it BURROWS under his skin. Eyes flicker, brow furrowing, a sharpness as the hairs on the back of his arms and neck pull taut. The lack of care that others put into themselves could be ASTOUNDING.
EVEN so, the limits of one's own intellectual curiosity could never be squashed so easily, and so, while he may regret the action in the future he floats towards that -- that smell, rounding a corner to peer through a chain link fence ( and a do not enter sign ) into the back of the head of an UNFAMILIAR figure scrabbling over what may very well be a mountain of health hazards — objects upon objects cradled with rust, sand and dirt in their grooves and crevasses, screeching metals. He blinks. Twice.
POOR fool might just get himself killed. He's already halfway there, at any rate.
HANDS brace against the chained links of the fence, and instead of pulling himself over, he simply floats -- vaulting over the barrier. Not too different from being in space ( so beautiful … so cold … ) he drifts and drifts, looking down at the young man from the top of the mountain. ❝What is it that you seek? It would be much easier for me to drop it from this height.❞ Consider him curious.
