Caspian Cadogan | M | 28 | Mafia | Mentions: Verrück (dir.) Nicholas, All cops (indir.)

He couldn’t help but agree with the comment on Nicholas, he was always dominating over the group. Taking special precenestce over the criminal inhabitants of the group, as though has always been in charge of them. Caspian had never seen the old geezer before the world had ended, why should he listen to him now? It was all futile anyway, what were they really doing trying to survive. They had no idea if anyone else was alive, not only that if they were supposed to start repopulating, they’d all end up a little…Alabama in the end. So it was useless.

His eyes carried down to Lump as he plodded on beside them, watching the slope that compensated for his missing leg but his tail wagged all the same.

“They’re all living in delusion really, building a fort for enemies we don’t know exist. stuff cheeksing weird mutant birds, that y’know, could kill us. Nicholas is making himself important, dishing out authority that he had from before. Not that it’s working very well.” Caspian leaned his torso down, crossing his arms over each other and resting them on Verrück’s head, messing up the hair that sat benstuff cheeksh with each step that the other man took.

“At least one of us?” He repstuff cheeksed, tipping his head down to watch Verrück’s head bouncing up and down. “You’re the one that swept me off of my feet, I don’t have much choice other than to sit here. You’re always welcome to clamber on up yourself, I can take you back.” He grinned down, snickering between words. One hand moved to tap gently on Verrück’s head, flicking up a strand or two of hair before flattening it back down.

Wherever this water was, Caspian was just glad to get away from the pigs. They were so…restrictive, even with themselves. Simply coexisting with them was draining, they lacked any sense of excitement, it was so incredibly boring to talk to them. Droning on and on about doing the right thing, they almost sounded like Nicholas. Which, now that he thought about it, was rather interesting.

Verrück let out a sharp scoff, half amusement, half agreement, as Caspian’s fingers tousled his already-messy hair. He gave a slight shake of his head, enough to disrupt Caspian’s attempts at flattening it, but not enough to unsstuff cheeks him.

"Yeah, well, you’re not exactly light, Cas," Verrück muttered, though there was no real complaint in his voice. "If you think I’m about to be the one getting carried, you’ve got another thing coming. I’ll take my victories where I can get ‘em."

His boots crunched against the loose gravel and shattered concrete as they pressed forward, the wasteland stretching before them in all its bleak, indifferent glory. A landscape of ruin, dust, and decay—an endless horizon of the same damn thing, day in and day out. But at least in this moment, it was tolerable. Even with Caspian using his head as a goddamn armrest.

Verrück smirked, tilting his gaze toward the side to catch Lump trotting beside them, still proudly gripping the bucket. "And yeah," he continued, voice lower now, more thoughtful, "this whole ‘civilization’ act they’re trying to pull? It’s a joke. A bad one." His grip on Caspian’s legs tightened slightly, not enough to harm, just a reflexive response to the frustration lingering benstuff cheeksh his words.

"They’re playing pretend, like if they just act like we’re rebuilding something, it’ll somehow become true. But it’s just—" He exhaled sharply through his nose, expression darkening. "It’s just delayin’ the inevitable, really. Trying to tame something that can’t be tamed."

A pause, the weight of his own thoughts briefly settling over him like a shroud. But he shook it off quickly, rolling his shoulders as if physically throwing the feeling away.

"Guess that’s why they don’t like us much, huh?" He chuckled dryly. "We’re not exactly ‘productive members of society,’ or whatever the hell Nicholas keeps mumbling about."

He adjusted his hold again, casting a quick glance upward at Caspian with a smirk. "So, you’re sayin’ you’d rather be back there? With them? Because if I recall, you were the one who got all cozy before I swept you away."

He let the words hang for a bstuff cheeks, then—without warning—Verrück gave a sudnest, sharp bounce on his heels, just enough to jostle Caspian in place, a devilish grin stretching across his face.

"Better hold on, sweetheart," he teased, already setting his sights on the path ahead. "I think I see the stream."

And with that, he picked up the pace, Lump eagerly trotting beside them, bucket swinging with each enthusiastic step.

Finntello Terrence / 24 / Male / Cop / M: Blake (dir.) Nicholas, others (ind.)

Nina Krakowiac - F - 22 - Mention(s): Nicholas, // (Open I guess?)

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Nina jerked out a nod at Nicholas's "instructions", then headed off back to... she didn't really know where, honestly.

Really, if Nicholas had looked up "vague" in the dictionary, he'd probably have been able to come up with that last instruction. Well, if there even was an inact dictionary anywhere, that was.

So she had been dismissed. If she saw something that needed to be done, do it.

Like the stupid wall, did he mean? It was an eyesore that she could most definitely see, and most definitely didn't want to do either. So... maybe not that.

That left her in a strange conundrum. She didn't want to go talk to the ex-cops. Nicholas essentially dismissed her. And the only others that she could stand to talk to (despite one of said people's incessant flirting, which Nina found ridiculously annoying) were fetching water for the stew they'd probably get about five spoonfuls of. Really, how much food could come out of a raven?

Well, it wasn't her problem, at least. She was, in fact, now walking away with zero intention of helping out with the stew. She'd done her job, at least.

Footsteps silent, practically ghosting over the debris that littered what once was probably a street - it wasn't hard to imagine the end of the world had really come, even to a small-ish Virginian town. And here they were. "Rebuilding" in "harmony". Alongside people she didn't trust, who a couple of weeks ago would probably have been glad to shoot her - if they could even see her, that is. Stuck in a strange truce that was supposed to be beneficial to all of them to "rebuild".

The only thing that Nina wondered was how long, exactly, would "harmony" last.

Caspian Cadogan | M | 28 | Mafia | Mentions: Verrück (dir.) Nicholas (indir.)

He let out a small unsteady noise at the movement that made his torso wobble on top of Verrück’s shoulders, the hands that had been poking at his head clutching on to keep himself from wobbling any further. The mild panic towards being knocked off of his shoulders vanished just as quickly as it had come, settling back into his spot.

“Are you calling me fat? That’s rather rude of you.” Caspian chuffed, scowling down his nose as the other man’s head before bringing his eyes back out to look across the landscape. The ruined roads, rubble thrown aside and the dust. God the dust, it was ever present. Sweeping across the land and coating everything in a sandy layer of grime.

The pressure on his legs didn’t make Caspian react at all, other than looking casually back down towards Verrück as he spoke. “Well, we were literally the underbelly of society. So I can understand why they aren’t keen on us but Nicholas is our kind, so he’s just being pretentious.”

He caught the tilting of his head, adjusting where his arms were resting closer to Verrück’s temples so as to not poke his eyes with his fingers. Caspian huffed, making to shove his tongue out towards the other man but just as he did so, Verrück jolted his shoulders and a yelp came from him instead. One hand flying up to his mouth, groaning in pain before tapping his other hand on the side of Verrück’s head lightly.

“I bit my tongue!” His words were distorted by his pain, cringing throughout it even as Verrück began increasing his pace. It took a few more moments for the initial pain to ebb away and his hand to return to Verrück’s head.

“You owe me, that really hurt.” Caspian huffed, his annoyed tone wasn’t exactly heavy, more grumbly.

“Massage, personal assistant for a day, anything like that will suffice.” He added nonchalantly, cocking his head up to watch where they were headed. Seeing the small glimmer of the water ahead of them, he couldn’t help the tad of excitement in his chest at the promise of fresh (or close enough to) water.