picture prompt meme

[wolfofdunwall]

the picture prompt meme
leave a picture/pictures and i'll respond with a character of your choice (or, if you'd prefer, of my own choosing). or leave a comment and i'll respond with pictures.

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[radostnaya_devushka]

What is wrong with this man? Is he high on Joy? Delirious from a lack of water? He keeps talking about 'taking pictures' but he sees no sign of art supplies. He's... strange, but doesn't seem like he's any sort of threat. And he does need some water... so she reaches and inelegantly throws a bottle of beer at the guy.

[isfallingdown]

The Photojournalist snatches the bottle with a grin; success!

"You're a nice guy, you know that? Man, the last guy I ran into... Heh, it's funny, he said he could crush my skull and feed me the fluid from my brain. So that's wasn't... That wasn't very cool." He gets quiet for a moment, eyes distant. Someone else had said the same thing to him once, or close enough that the echo crawls his spine, his guts.

He shakes his head, then opens the bottle and takes a long drink. "That's good shit. I can feel it already. Ummm, beer's a real gift from the gods. And you're a good guy."

This may or may not be a mistake, but in the spirit of the beer, The Photojournalist approaches the unknown dude. "You want a drink?" He's going to sit down next to the generous spirit if he can.

[radostnaya_devushka]

Well... that is a common Olathe thing to say to a stranger. The people here fight just to fight here, it's a way to pass the time here while humanity dies every minute, every second.

Either way, this man has the wrong idea about her. Buddy merely shakes her head no. The masked dude is a rather silent person.

[isfallingdown]

He's sitting beside the guy now, glancing at the mask without giving the stranger any kind of extended look. The Photojournalist has learned the hard way that it's better not to stare out here. (Better not to stare anywhere. Kurtz had almost driven him away for looking just a little too long, pitched a shoe at him and sent The Photojournalist running for cover. Shit, he never should have left. The man had a temper, but he meant something. Knew things. And he echoes always in The Photojournalist's head.) Instead, he looks at the bottle in his hand, fiddles with his camera, stares off into nothing.

"Oh, you're the silent type, huh? I can dig that. Uhhh, never could stick to it, myself. Every time I try it's like, it's like give me thirty seconds and BOOM, running my mouth again." He laughs, a trailing, uncertain sound, and takes another drink.

"Whooooee, that's good stuff. I haven't had anything to drink all day. Or, uh... Maybe yesterday, either. Hehh, the days all fade together, don't they? I tell you, man, it's a weird world we live in. A weird weird world."

[radostnaya_devushka]

Buddy tries to explain to the strange man why she can talk in a simple way, she points to herself with one hand, mimics talking with the other and soon enough, mock slices her own throat with the hand that was pointing with. It's outright dangerous for her to speak or even show her face in public.

Hopefully he understands.

[isfallingdown]

His first thought is the guy had his throat cut; it’s just the kind of thing the jerks out here would pull. "Holy shit, are you kidding me, man? Are you fucking kidding me? That's some tough shit, that's real fucked up, they cut your... Ah... Uhm. Wait wait wait." Because that's not right, is it? Going over the gestures again, he sees a different meaning. Still shitty, but with a little less actual throat-cutting.

"Hehh, that's me, always jumping to conclusions. But I get you now, man. Sure, I get it. People really don’t like you, huh? Or they don't like what you've got to say? Sometimes I feel like that. Uh, felt like that. Back at the complex. Every time I'd start shooting off my mouth and the Man would give me a look or, ah, or just push me into a corner and give me some of his own words. Because, you know, he has the real gift, a true way of speaking, and I... Hell, I'm just splashing around, small fish in a small pond, you know what I mean?"

He's grinning now, fiddling with his camera. "Hey, uh. Is it okay if I talk around you? Or does that piss ‘em off? The people who want to" he repeats the gesture, finger across the throat "you?”

[radostnaya_devushka]

It's the opposite actually. The people here want her and are fully willing to brutalize her to take her. Talking will give away her gender, as will her face, so she doesn't do it. But this man... seems unfamiliar to the ways of this land. He might have actually seen a woman... women with his own two eyes. Maybe if she can bring him inside and de-mask without complication, she'll explain. If not, well... it's been a little while since she's had open a throat.

She sort of misses it.

Buddy nods her head quickly at that. After, she points to a nearby hut, her home for now, and makes the gesture of talking once again.