bad weeds grow tall — joining

An unpleasant ache ran through Michael's body when he had woken up that morning, suddenly reminded that he was no longer acquainted with any sort of familiarity. No longer was he with Trevor, moving from makeshift camp to makeshift camp while scheming and fucking over everyone who got in their way. Hell, no longer was he in The Lost's camp, suffering through cruel words and lashes and harshness in regularly scheduled intervals that drove him mad. No, now he was in The Pitt. The place was still unfamiliar to him, too new and foreign to really have any sort of lasting impact as of yet. He didn't even know if he was going to remain here permanently, but he was going to at least for the moment, until his wounds had healed. So, he supposed that he had better get used to his new home and the strange environment around him, a mixture of desert and jungle with a healthy dosage of strange architecture thrown in. It was nothing like the bobcat was used to, but he could only hope that it would be a good place to snatch some things. Maybe some more jewelry, if he was lucky, or a new pack of cigarettes. Either way, he had found himself emerging out of the protective trees of the jungle and out into the sand, steady but injured legs carrying him over the areas he had missed in his frantic stumble to get his wounds treated.

It wasn't long before he came across Aine and Nikolai, and he found himself staring at Niko for a long moment, baffled by the other's appearance. He was wearing some sort of mask – a gas mask, Michael recalled distantly – and a little vest. He looked so very unusual, but at least it was comforting to see someone else with a thick pelt roasting under the sun alongside him. He came padding up beside Aine, keeping a little bit of distance between he and the girl since he didn't truly know her, and found his eyes landing upon the painted sand being tossed up into the wind and brushed away quickly. He had no idea what the hell had happened here, but he felt an odd sense of unease settle in his chest, suddenly wanting to turn tail and get the fuck out. Still, he forced himself to let his eyes settle back onto Nikolai, looking the other over before he spoke, his voice a slight croak from disuse, "What's with the getup, kid?" Michael didn't have a real leg to stand on, considering he was wearing all his various bright and shiny jewelry on his ears and around his neck, but he wasn't really wearing clothes.

[glow=#75603C,1,000]" oh, it's a setup, no, no, we won't fall. "[/glow]