What in the bloody fucking hell is going on? Goddamn fuck shit fuck--
First, his dad is murdered. Second, several wankers take over his basement to interrogate people. Third, Alfred tells him to run off with a bunch of strangers? Jhona wasn't much for cursing, but after the last few days, screw manners.
Jhona's appearance was abnormally underwhelming. His hair was messy. Red rings dominated his usually bold green eyes (one of which was covered with an eye-patch that specifically had night vision). Had he been crying? Not in public. Had he smoked some questionable things last night? Nobody's business. Did he maybe finish half a bottle of priceless scotch his dad used to be fond of? Better bloody believe it. He was, however, very alert for someone who looked like he had a brick smashed into his face.
He rifled with the straps of his armor. He wasn't a fan of the bizarre conglomerate of materials, but Alfred had designed it specifically for survival. There were strange tools and knickknacks all over him, some of which he had yet to discover. Except maybe the fanny packs. Jhona was pretty sure Alfred added the fanny packs to make him look like a complete bloke. While he fidgeted in place, he also listened closely to the conversation happening behind the secret door--a door which he was forced to hide behind until told otherwise. He used the light from his wristwatch to admire the beautiful, exciting metal walls around him. So shiny, so bare, so magnificently maddening.
Soon enough, the interrogation was over. And Alfred blinded Jhona with light by activating the sliding door. He squinted at the ragtag group of gutter dwellers in front of him. Way to not make me sound like useless, Al. In spite of everything, he bowed his head slightly to greet the group. Mostly because it was a habit.
When … the vulture-looking fellow? … spoke to Jhona, he couldn’t help but be taken a little off guard. “It’s Joe-nah,” he answered. “But YO-na would make a good song title.” For the love of god though, why was the guy wearing a beak? Did it do anything?
He stared, curiously, at the … was the person a girl or a guy? … with cybernetic mods. He had seen mods in a museum before, but not in action. Many citizens in the development district horrible stories about the “might as well be medieval” technology. He wondered if he should offer the person a hand up, but he/she was on his/her feet before he had the chance to ask.
Lyra ended up being a sanity-saving grace. He could actually understand what she was saying. “Yeah, that’s me.” He watched Lyra put on her equipment. Like a reminder, he followed suit, activated a metal mask hidden under his collar which expanded to fit around his face, and then raised his hood in order to hide his brilliant red hair. A voice changer built into his mask helped to disguise his voice from his usual smooth, low, slightly accented tone. “Guess we’re heading out.”
When everyone seemed about as ready as they could be in the hellish situation, he reentered the secret passage way that hid a tunnel behind it. Having only one eye that could see in the dark threw off his balance a bit. Funny, Al told me to never go down here under any circumstance. He patted the enormous sheath which hid his sword. "So ... this is an awkward way of making, uhm, new acquaintances."
First, his dad is murdered. Second, several wankers take over his basement to interrogate people. Third, Alfred tells him to run off with a bunch of strangers? Jhona wasn't much for cursing, but after the last few days, screw manners.
Jhona's appearance was abnormally underwhelming. His hair was messy. Red rings dominated his usually bold green eyes (one of which was covered with an eye-patch that specifically had night vision). Had he been crying? Not in public. Had he smoked some questionable things last night? Nobody's business. Did he maybe finish half a bottle of priceless scotch his dad used to be fond of? Better bloody believe it. He was, however, very alert for someone who looked like he had a brick smashed into his face.
He rifled with the straps of his armor. He wasn't a fan of the bizarre conglomerate of materials, but Alfred had designed it specifically for survival. There were strange tools and knickknacks all over him, some of which he had yet to discover. Except maybe the fanny packs. Jhona was pretty sure Alfred added the fanny packs to make him look like a complete bloke. While he fidgeted in place, he also listened closely to the conversation happening behind the secret door--a door which he was forced to hide behind until told otherwise. He used the light from his wristwatch to admire the beautiful, exciting metal walls around him. So shiny, so bare, so magnificently maddening.
Soon enough, the interrogation was over. And Alfred blinded Jhona with light by activating the sliding door. He squinted at the ragtag group of gutter dwellers in front of him. Way to not make me sound like useless, Al. In spite of everything, he bowed his head slightly to greet the group. Mostly because it was a habit.
When … the vulture-looking fellow? … spoke to Jhona, he couldn’t help but be taken a little off guard. “It’s Joe-nah,” he answered. “But YO-na would make a good song title.” For the love of god though, why was the guy wearing a beak? Did it do anything?
He stared, curiously, at the … was the person a girl or a guy? … with cybernetic mods. He had seen mods in a museum before, but not in action. Many citizens in the development district horrible stories about the “might as well be medieval” technology. He wondered if he should offer the person a hand up, but he/she was on his/her feet before he had the chance to ask.
Lyra ended up being a sanity-saving grace. He could actually understand what she was saying. “Yeah, that’s me.” He watched Lyra put on her equipment. Like a reminder, he followed suit, activated a metal mask hidden under his collar which expanded to fit around his face, and then raised his hood in order to hide his brilliant red hair. A voice changer built into his mask helped to disguise his voice from his usual smooth, low, slightly accented tone. “Guess we’re heading out.”
When everyone seemed about as ready as they could be in the hellish situation, he reentered the secret passage way that hid a tunnel behind it. Having only one eye that could see in the dark threw off his balance a bit. Funny, Al told me to never go down here under any circumstance. He patted the enormous sheath which hid his sword. "So ... this is an awkward way of making, uhm, new acquaintances."
