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Isiah tossed up the bag after him, hitting Tsurai firmly in the chest. He pulled himself out of the hole, arms flexing and pulsing as he yanked himself out.

"Aw, you'll get over it." He knelt first before standing, brushing himself off.

Yellow, dead grass as far as the eye could see- miles and miles of wasteland, the occassional twisted tree clinging to unlife above windtorn plains. Isiah strained his eyes along the horizon, dirty clouds hiding a strong, piercing sunlight- the only relief from cold sharp winds.

He sighed, glancing back down the hole- people had begun crowding and murmuring down at the bed's base. "We should get going.." He squinted against clouds to find the sun, glancing at his watch. "West should be.. that way." He pointed ahead. "There used to be a town that way, if memory serves me."

Isiah sighed, pointing up to where he thought the sun was. "Day, I think. But I wouldn't be too surprised if it remained visible throughout the evening hours, as well.."

He caught the bag, slinging the havy thing over his shoulder. The cold was making him goose-bumpy and he didn't like it- but that was something he could acclamate to. He was glad the boy managed to grab his jacket.

"Well..." The sentence trailed off elsewhere. He offered Tsurai his hand to pull him up onto his feet. "You ready?"

[[You want to make an RP about homosexual *****? Were they the nazis or fellow prisoners?]]

He trudged along with Tsurai, the tattoos along his arms highlighted as the bare white skin turned a subtle pink from the cold. He folded his arms into his pockets, dead, nearly freeze-dried grass crunching underneath his boots. He looked over to Tsurai, shaking his head. "Kids today.. Wait until it gets dark, and we'll see how cold you think it is."

[[oh, sometimes my talent makes me shudder with. amazement. xp ]]

Isiah gave him a strange smile- just the slightest curl on the corner of his lip. "Let's just say I'm a glutton for pain, huh? It's too long a story.."

He shoved his hands uncomfortably into his pockets, eyes far off as though reliving a memeory. His face wnet strangely blank while he thought before dropping it.

A plastic smile returned to cover up any real emotion. "None of your business, anyway, kiddo."

[[Yeah, I could go for that. This may sound kind of sick but Nazis fascinate me. *****, less so, but I could certainly give it a shot. I don't know which role you're interested in, but I don't think I could play a good child if I tried.]]

Isiah sighed and rolled his eyes. "Boy, I told you. There used to be a little settlement about fifteen miles west of here. It wasn't much but we might be able to find clean water and food, enough to get us somewhere else.." He was beginning to be skeptical as to whether people could survive this sort of onslaught..

He sighed. I knew I'd die a lonely f*****t..

"It has nothing to do with my ethnicity," he spat, curtly. His shoulders tensed up a little, giving Tsurai a cold look in hopes of dissuading him.

He folded his arms behind his head, sighing, shoulders slumping downward. "I ran with a bad crowd. Good enough for you?" He didn't want to tell the boy too much- he didn't want to relive the memory. Hopefully, all the people who had participated in his ruin were dead.

Raised arms revealed more black ink traced along his obliques before he dipped his hands back into his pockets. "You shoulda brought your own damn jacket, kid. I'm gettin' chilly."

Isiah laughed out loud at that one, shaking his head, teeth shining in a grin, eyes shut. "Boy, it wouldn't take much."

Tsurai was a skinny little thing. Isiah thought could tear through him like paper if need be- he doubted it would come to that, but it may..

"I don't think your crowd compared in the same way. The tattoos were kind of.. a rite of passage. In a sense. A show of loyalty."

It was really beginning to sound like a gang- Isiah shrugged inwardly. He would let Tsurai think that if he wanted to.

"I won't beat the jacket off of you. Too lazy."

He sighed, nodding slowly. "A cult."

He was hoping Tsurai would drop it. His eyes dropped down to the ground to avoid eye contact. He was trying to wipe his mind free of all the bullshit he had to put up with in his teen years- the last thing he wanted to do was go on about it to some slack jawed kid, anyway.

He shoved his hands deep into his pockets, thumbs out, blowing his breath upward in a stream that dissapated within seconds of it's exit, breathing deeply to fight off the urge for a cigarette.