UPDATE: i havent written in. yrs but i tried my best
Eli didn’t expect it at first, or at least he thought he didn’t. The subways loud enough with people shuffling past you; everyone’s got the same idea in mind and thats to get from place A to B. Not to mention the fact Eli’s already trying to discern the mystery texter already bombarding his phone. Jumping off the already chock-full-of-assholes train, it wouldn’t be to hard pinpointing the mutant through a crowd. If hits tattoos weren’t a dead giveaway then his black to black outfit makes it hard not to notice. A black beanie, black sweatshirt with inscribed words. “BLAME,” in red, and a black large jacket, pants and boots. There’s not to many people at the bowery stop and he’s already waiting for the V train to take him crosstown. Phone’s already out, he’s definitely on the move. Not physically but lets just say emotionally by the smirk on his face. That familiar metal ring and whizz of air brings Eli back just barely, his stops here. Lots of people are presently getting off, and on, so it’s a hassle but hes not to disturbed by the fact. Something hits him in the front, and its hard enough that he looks up. Accidents happen, he’s not about to berate the guy for bumping into him. Until Eli hears the familiar clicks and something knocks him from the back. A series of faint sharp snaps, and he’s immediately stunned in place. His phone drops, trying to maintain his balance by holding whatever’s against him. They’re pretty broad shoulders, which is where he initially starts to panic, and his palms build heat. “Hey. Buddy. Sh-- it’s alright. You know why. You know why.” That voice is pretty familiar, actually? Unwantingly familiar. Uncomfortably, familiar. “You’re in public and you know better than to start mass panic.” Eli remains silent, and his grip loosens obediently, and wrap around his abdomen. It’s warm, and wet, and jesus christ? It hurts. Someone from behind pats him from the shoulder, and the masses jump the train. That familiar bell rings and the door start to close. Eli turns, and falls back against a metal column, trying to get a good look. “Hey-- pal. Don’t give us that look. You know, exactly, why. “ The doors close, and the subway doesn’t just resume, but everything does.Â
