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[coldzone.livejournal.com]

[blinks furiously, eyelids fluttering open-shut, open-shut over arctic blue. he's lost within the many folds of an oversized glossy-stiff black coat, hair wild and eyes wild and cringing away from the overhead lights as if they're burning him.]

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[mismatched.livejournal.com]

Hey... are you okay?

[coldzone.livejournal.com]

[stares at her mutely, a grimy hand rubbing at his equally grimy face, and shakes his head once.]

[mismatched.livejournal.com]

[so she kneels down, reaching a hand out. with almost all guys as her closer friends, she has no problem with getting dirty like most girls would.]

Wanna get cleaned up or something? The bathroom is all I really know how to get to.

[coldzone.livejournal.com]

[excuse his slack jaw, he hasn't been clean in so long that he's almost forgotten what the word means. eventually he holds out his hand in return.]

[mismatched.livejournal.com]

[well, like a little weirdo, she thinks it's cute, and helps him up. the travel to the bathroom isn't very long, and she motions him aside as she rifles through everything to find a wash rag.]

[coldzone.livejournal.com]

[he's recovered enough composure to talk, at least, and the first words out of his mouth are childish and inane.]

Why is your hair so red?

[mismatched.livejournal.com]

Why is-- ... well, it's my natural haircolor.

[doesn't really understand how to explain it any other way, and now she's scrubbing at him like a mother to a child.]

[coldzone.livejournal.com]

[hasn't really been touched before, except for fighting and hunting and the little pushes Luxord gives him when he wants him to kill someone. so he just blinks helplessly at her, not knowing what's going on.]

[mismatched.livejournal.com]

[instructs him to close his eyes when she gets close, daintily running the cloth over his eyelids and then his forehead.]

There... that's good for now until you want a shower.

[coldzone.livejournal.com]

[still doesn't look healthy, what with the red smudges ringing his eyes.]

I thought it didn't rain inside.

[mismatched.livejournal.com]

Silly... it doesn't, this water came from the sink. It's a pipeline that runs all the way to the water.

[lightly tilts his head so he can see her turn the faucet on.]

Where did you come from?

[coldzone.livejournal.com]

I know what a pipeline is.

[but he's never seen a working pipeline before, just the old broken-up ones in the trash piles. he studies it for a moment before answering.]

The Zone.

[mismatched.livejournal.com]

The Zone..? Sounds like a bad movie. What was it like?

[now checking him for any cuts or bruises.]

[coldzone.livejournal.com]

[has no idea how to simplify the Cold Zones into something that another person can comprehend, so instead he grabs the first detail he can think of.]

There wasn't any sun.

[his face is undamaged, save for a few old scars hidden by that mess of hair. he clutches his coat a little closer before she starts getting any ideas about looking underneath.]

[mismatched.livejournal.com]

That must be why you look like paper.

[then again, there's no sun here either.]

Do you want anything to eat or drink? I could try and find the kitchen.

[coldzone.livejournal.com]

[food is survival and survival is good, so he nods firmly.]

[mismatched.livejournal.com]

Alright then. I'll be back in a second!

[well, as long as it takes to find the kitchen, at least.]

[coldzone.livejournal.com]

[he'll just wait, silent and still, until she returns.]

[mismatched.livejournal.com]

[it's a good six or seven minutes, and she comes back breathing heavily and leaning against the door.]

Man, I need exercise.

[a small laugh, and then she's handing over all kinds of fruits and snack foods, reaching in her shirt to pull out a bottle of juice.]

There you go.

[coldzone.livejournal.com]

[look who's tearing into those snacks with a vengeance. living in a world full of scavengers has taught him to be quick with his food.]

[mismatched.livejournal.com]

Slow down, slow down.

[places a soft hand on his shoulder.]

No one here's going to take it. I don't think this place ever stops giving food, and it's all free.