The mask is uncomfortable. Every breath seems to just add to the sticky humidity around his mouth and nose. He keeps lifting his hand to minutely adjust it, as he pokes around. He knows - sort of - what he's looking for.
John Allerdyce may not have his shiny new flame-thrower, but he'd helped Magneto put it together. And he hadn't done half bad at Shop class. So he may not have it now, but that didn't mean he wouldn't have one soon.
b.Observation:
The boy's hair was starting to get a distinctly shaggy look to it. As he rakes a hand through it, it's easy to see how the sweat and oils from his skin and scalp are degrading the gel. He doesn't seem to notice, his gaze fixed on the view of the outside.
It's hard to get over. That's space out there, and he's still feeling dizzy and sick. One moment, he's in New York, the next he's here. Where ever here really is.
He tugs his leather jacket on a little more firmly, before his hand wanders to his pocket for a familiar lighter.
c. You Decide:
[Or tag him with something, IDK. Feel free to hit me up on orchidoaktree. I'm friendly, I promise!]
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The mask is uncomfortable. Every breath seems to just add to the sticky humidity around his mouth and nose. He keeps lifting his hand to minutely adjust it, as he pokes around. He knows - sort of - what he's looking for.
John Allerdyce may not have his shiny new flame-thrower, but he'd helped Magneto put it together. And he hadn't done half bad at Shop class. So he may not have it now, but that didn't mean he wouldn't have one soon.
b.Observation:
The boy's hair was starting to get a distinctly shaggy look to it. As he rakes a hand through it, it's easy to see how the sweat and oils from his skin and scalp are degrading the gel. He doesn't seem to notice, his gaze fixed on the view of the outside.
It's hard to get over. That's space out there, and he's still feeling dizzy and sick. One moment, he's in New York, the next he's here. Where ever here really is.
He tugs his leather jacket on a little more firmly, before his hand wanders to his pocket for a familiar lighter.
c. You Decide:
[Or tag him with something, IDK. Feel free to hit me up on