beneath the stars came falling on our heads

[bumbles]

Date & Time: throughout September.
Location: various.
Characters: Donny Casey/Atlas and assorted unfortunate souls.
Summary: Going to be throwing individuals starters in, but slam me a pm or grab me on plurk if you would like a thread sometime during the month! c:
Warnings: I will add these as necessary!

( Donny's actually feeling pretty good about this month.


But we all know that's going to go up in flames so let's prepare the popcorn. And here is a sly link to his appearance page in case you need to know what Atlas' uniform is like, ohoho. )

Comments

[wolfchild]

Don't have one.

[ nymeria snorts and hops off her perch. she smells the air. there's a sense of recognition. the wolf at least knows him. ]

You get your tongue cut out?

[bumbles]

( Interesting. Cat who says she has no name. He glances at the wolf, but looks back to Cat and shakes his head.

Although, this does leave him with a bit of a query as to how on Earth should be proceed? He smoothes out the mud with his boot, then scrawls out: )

Bad accent.

( Who knows what could actually be wrong with him. )

[wolfchild]

[ she doesn't know how to take that. ]

You got your tongue cut out for a bad accent? Are you lying?

[ she thinks he is. it's harder without a voice. but she spent months learning how to read a lie in someone's face, in their body. ]

[bumbles]

( Oh-- no. A startled sort of look, before it fades into a grin, shaking his head. Obviously he's making this confusing, but it's difficult when she won't accept post-its. Tentatively, he attempts sign language, head cocked curious to see if she can follow. )

Do you understand sign?

( Arguably not necessarily the most helpful question if she doesn't actually understand sign, or if she does, it must be said, but there's something hopeful in how he's watching her. That feeling doesn't quite translate to the internal, though. )

[wolfchild]

Are you mocking me?

[ that would be a no. ]

[bumbles]

( Damn it. Atlas shakes his head, and starts to write in the mud again. )

Vigilante at home.

( A glance, to see if she's following. ) Secret identity. Voice is a giveaway.

( Bare bones of it, though. He is a novelty. )

[wolfchild]

[ her head is starting to hurt between reading and trying to make sense of it. ]

So you are a liar. Fuck off.

[ nymeria growls. ]

[bumbles]

( He's not scared of a wolf, imposing and huge as Nymeria is. Atlas' gaze stays trained on Cat, and he frowns a little holding out his hands palm up, expression questioning. When did I lie?

He's told her the truth so far, whenever she asked, except for the name. The name, though, that belongs to this mask and this uniform. )

[wolfchild]

[ she disappears back behind her wall. nymeria's eyes glimmer eerily in the creeping darkness. she follows after the girl just as silently. ]