Nina Krakowiac - F - 22 - Mentions(s): Verruck, Caspian (ind: Nicholas)

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Nina wasn't entirely sure what she was doing, going up to the two of them, but it was better than nothing. Or doing work on the stupid wall. Which they wouldn't need. Or they could probably blow up later, if they wanted to.

"Like what you see?" Nina didn't know Caspian that well, but right now he was not helping at all. Nina considered the impulse of giving him a finger to tell him what, exactly, she thought of what she saw.

That would also probably be not that great of an idea. So maybe she wouldn't give him the finger.

It wasn't ruled out of the realms of possibility, though, as she approached. She did not want to bother with the attention of him. Although, apart from sneaking around she did have a pretty good idea of how to piss people off.

Another glare was sent Caspian's way, minus the finger, in a compromise. It really didn't accomplish much, but at least it told him what exactly he could do with the shameless flirt.

It wasn't until Verruck (sorry, I am not getting the umlaut) started that she realized she had probably been fading in and out again. Which was helpful if she was trying to hide, but when she was in a situation like this?

... yeah.

"... I'm not a ghost, no." Nina chose to concur with Verruck's statement as she completely ignored Caspian for the moment. She nodded slightly, almost as if agreeing with her own statement, before continuing. "It's not my fault if you can't hear me approaching, though, is it?" Was she riling him up? Probably, but did she care?

Not really.

A raised eyebrow emphasised her question, before turning to Caspian. Blatantly ignoring his body language, she answered with bored indifference. "I heard there was something going on here that was more exciting than building a goddamned wall." Namely, an explosion, and Nicholas preaching ethics and morals. "I'd rather be here than doing whatever - they -" she gestured with her left hand at the other people who seemed to be doing productive work "- are doing."

Her gaze dropped back down to Verruck's dog. Nina didn't actually think she remembered... their? ... name. Who was now crunching on something.

Nina dismissed it and looked back and forth at the two of them. "So, are we just going to watch them break their backs over some pointless venture?" she idly drawled, before stepping back a step. She was so nice to even make sure that it made a little crunch on the ground.

Blake Borrelli | M | 36 | M : Valencia (dir.) Finntello (ind.)

Out of the corner of his eye, Blake saw Valencia looking up at the sky. His blue eyes slightly wide as he slowly looked up to the decendless blue. There was just a dot in the sky. Was it a threat? His eyebrows knitted together, reaching for his firearm. Did he shoot it down? It didn't seem to be doing much harm, so he left it alone. Quietly the man went back to his work. He acted as if he had blinkers on. He couldn't see Valencia, and maybe, just maybe she'd leave him alone. Quietness was bliss. It was rare to have quiet moments, hence why he tended to stay up far later than everyone else. His night vision was handy in that sense. He could walk around the ruins without being seen, or heard. He was cloaked in the dark. It was his refuge.

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Movement alerted him out of the corner of his eye. He quickly glanced, seeing she was coming his way. His nose wrinkled in displeasure, tilting his head to the left as she got closer. The glare isn't working. She was still on route. He looked away from her for a moment. He hated talking. He didn't want small talk, or to talk at all. Angrily he chewed the inside of his cheek. Dammit. He had no choice. He wanted to be blunt about his answer ‘no.’ But was that rude? He couldn't be sure. She would be a good one to be on his team, after all, she clearly had no issues lifting the heavy rocks. He swallowed and turned to look at her. Words escaped him, and he ended up standing there staring at her, jaw clenched. After she'd already picked up the rock, he found his voice. “No.” He said, glancing away, distancing himself from her.

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He couldn't help but to stare at her as she threw the rock like it weighed close to nothing. His jaw slowly opened in shock. He hadn't paid too much attention to the other’s powers. Why would he when he could just be isolated? His eyes narrowed as he gazed around. Had he been stuck with the bum power? He’d thought that his night-vision was cool– damn, he was left in the dust. That sparked his interest, what powers did everyone else have? Who would tell him? Who… who could tell him? The red head. That was his answer. He’d track him down and get him to spill all the information. His first glance was not at her scars, it was instead her tattered clothes. He knew that the ‘wounds healed, but the scars forever ran deep.’ Not his own words. Farther away, he couldn’t really see them.. The glaring sun wasn’t any help to his poor sensitive eyes. She was coming back his way… Really? His eyes quickly averted to the ground. He wasn’t any good at words. What would he say? Silence was far better than stretching the vocal cords. He rubbed his hands together, a nervous notion. His eyes rapidly blinked at her, hoping, no, begging that she would get the hint and go away. Wishful thinking. Nothing against her, or anyone for that matter, but she simply wasn’t his person.

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Blake turned his head towards her, listening to her as she worked. He was too hungry for this. He didn’t have the energy, how did anyone else? Was he that much weaker? Of course most of his meals had gone to his pal, but surely it didn’t make that much of a difference. He stopped rolling the boulder, straining and grunting, pushing the rock taller than he to look at Val. His mouth once again opened from astonishment. Was… was she really asking how he slept? What did he say? Did he tell her everything? Did he say good, did he ask her? There were so many paths to travel down for an answer. Yes and no he could do, but this? “I uhhh….” His voice cut off as he looked away. His answer flashed through his brain but got lost in translation. “I slept.” He simply said before hanging his head in defeat. ‘I slept.’ Was all he got out? He cleared his throat, looking away to hide the raging red his face had become. “How did you sleep?” He asked, eyes tearing up from embarrassment. “I uh… yeah.” He simply said, pushing the boulder as fast as he could, trying to escape from her, to escape the embarrassment of talking. He gazed up again, hand shielding his eyes, the rock sitting next to the fence. Was that Finn he kept on seeing from the corner of his eye, or was he being paranoid? Surely Finn wasn’t stupid enough to venture out of his own. Only time would tell.

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Finntello (Finn) Terrence / 24 / Male / Cop / M: Blake, Valencia (dir.)

The vultures were circling in front of him, something that Finn could keep track of. His eyes lowered slightly, spotting ... he nearly fell from the sky with the surprise.

They had been circling the carcass of a two-headed deer. Which was startling in and of itself. But now he realized why they were hanging back. The ... he had to take a long moment to figure out what he was seeing. It looked like a mountain lion of sorts, a deep blue in color with long black spines protruding down its back. That was currently feasting on the carcass.

Of course, he had to shake himself out of the subtle shock. He had seen a lot of weird things in his lifetime but those were definitely one of the top ones.

The vultures, now that he had a good enough look, had fang-like protrusions from their beaks.

"... I'm tripping, there is no way," he muttered to himself, banking suddenly to snag one from the air. The bird was rather large but that was the idea. It screeched, trying to flap and bite. It did, however, nick his shoulder with its beak. He ended it rather quickly with a sharp twist.

But soaring overhead, he could see a smaller river--maybe a creek--that lazily drifted down from the mountains. Perfect. A source of water.

The bird in hand probably wasn't big enough to feed everybody but it was at least something and Finn knew how to do it now. He could hunt!

He turned around, headed back to the town. He had to tell somebody about what he had found. The deer, the mountain lion, that he had food and had found a source of water!

His bright eyes flickered with delight and a small bit of worry. If that was... if that was how things were starting to look?

Oh, right the vulture too.

But he swiveled, landing less-than-gracefully beside the other two. Almost immediately, he began to launch into a rambling recap of what he had seen. "You won't believe this--the animals and stuff are getting weird too. Look--I saw a two headed deer and there was this mountain lion that had spikes--it was blue. Blue! Also look at this--I found some food! There's also a stream that's a little bit North--but like look at this vulture--they all looked like this. The little like... tusks? Fangs? Their beaks are weird."

He held the bird out toward the pair.

"I know it's not much but I can get another one--it's not too hard."