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tushanshu_logs2014-01-13 10:11 pm
wreckingbert) wrote in tushanshu_logs2014-01-13 10:11 pm
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Characters: Bertolt Hoover
Date: January 13th at first, then the second half of January for the rest
Location: He lives in the Water Sector, and is going to be mostly hiding out there unless someone drags him elsewhere. If you want him to be anywhere specific so your character can run into him, let me know!
Situation: Arrival, and then settling in. Wandering aimlessly around the city. Discovering technology.
Warnings/Rating: None presently.
The whole thing is very confusing. One moment he was sitting in a tree, listening as Reiner slipped again, forever drifting further and further away from him, and he with no idea how to get him back, no idea how to tether him back to himself. Then everything shifted, and for one horrible, confusing moment Bertolt thought he was turning into his warrior, letting the change take him, and terror spiked in his chest. That would be suicide here, the other titans would destroy him, even assuming he could transform now.
But he didn’t transform, and when the world stopped spinning and melting before his eyes, he was... somewhere else. He tried to listen as they explained things to him, but everything just sounded garbled and distorted, almost like they were speaking another language. One thing rang clear to him, though.
He is alone.
When they escort him out of the building, he balks a little at crossing the doorway. He’s a wanted criminal, a monster, a mass murderer that slaughters innocents, and going out in public, especially wearing the gear of another soldier around his hips, is like painting a target on his back.
Except no one here cares. He gets an odd look or two, but most people just brush past him. Ignore him. Look through him like he’s not there.
And there’s comfort in that.
Still, he’s a wanted man, and Bertolt does the only thing that makes sense: he climbs. He’s hesitant to use the gas in his gear, not knowing for sure how full it is and not wanting to waste the time to check. He wonders, idly, if the soldier it used to belong to dissipated into steam when he pulled free from his warrior body, or if parts of him are still inside him. The thought makes him sick, and he needs to stop and concentrate on his breathing for a few moments.
He’s a monster. He deserves whatever happens to him.
When he reaches the roof, Bertolt settles on the edge of it, his knees tucked up under his chin and his arms wrapped around himself in a pathetic attempt at self-comfort. He watches the people moving down below, wondering if there’s anyone down there that knows him, that knows who he is, what he is. Wondering what they’d do to him if they knew what he’d done. Wondering why, when he spent most of his life trying to fade into the background, being alone and invisible now is so terrifying.
Date: January 13th at first, then the second half of January for the rest
Location: He lives in the Water Sector, and is going to be mostly hiding out there unless someone drags him elsewhere. If you want him to be anywhere specific so your character can run into him, let me know!
Situation: Arrival, and then settling in. Wandering aimlessly around the city. Discovering technology.
Warnings/Rating: None presently.
The whole thing is very confusing. One moment he was sitting in a tree, listening as Reiner slipped again, forever drifting further and further away from him, and he with no idea how to get him back, no idea how to tether him back to himself. Then everything shifted, and for one horrible, confusing moment Bertolt thought he was turning into his warrior, letting the change take him, and terror spiked in his chest. That would be suicide here, the other titans would destroy him, even assuming he could transform now.
But he didn’t transform, and when the world stopped spinning and melting before his eyes, he was... somewhere else. He tried to listen as they explained things to him, but everything just sounded garbled and distorted, almost like they were speaking another language. One thing rang clear to him, though.
He is alone.
When they escort him out of the building, he balks a little at crossing the doorway. He’s a wanted criminal, a monster, a mass murderer that slaughters innocents, and going out in public, especially wearing the gear of another soldier around his hips, is like painting a target on his back.
Except no one here cares. He gets an odd look or two, but most people just brush past him. Ignore him. Look through him like he’s not there.
And there’s comfort in that.
Still, he’s a wanted man, and Bertolt does the only thing that makes sense: he climbs. He’s hesitant to use the gas in his gear, not knowing for sure how full it is and not wanting to waste the time to check. He wonders, idly, if the soldier it used to belong to dissipated into steam when he pulled free from his warrior body, or if parts of him are still inside him. The thought makes him sick, and he needs to stop and concentrate on his breathing for a few moments.
He’s a monster. He deserves whatever happens to him.
When he reaches the roof, Bertolt settles on the edge of it, his knees tucked up under his chin and his arms wrapped around himself in a pathetic attempt at self-comfort. He watches the people moving down below, wondering if there’s anyone down there that knows him, that knows who he is, what he is. Wondering what they’d do to him if they knew what he’d done. Wondering why, when he spent most of his life trying to fade into the background, being alone and invisible now is so terrifying.