Bruce Banner (incrediblebeast) wrote in lost_world, @ 2015-11-05 16:27:00 |
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Exposure (Emma)
Bruce wasn't particularly fond of the latest place they had been moved to. He didn't know if many of the other abductees were involved, if some rather than others were brought here or really what the situation was with the area. From the assessment he had done, Bruce had discovered that the area was vast, much like a game preserve, and it had many sections to it. His was the jungle, an area that was widespread and had its own unique foliage and animals within it. He doubted there was fencing, it seemed unrealistic to not allow the natural habitats to blend as they would normally, but then again the captives had surprised him before.
Was it still worth having shock value when so many things changed and shifted constantly? When you woke up one place one minute and somewhere else the next time you opened your eyes.
With all of that added stress, Bruce could be thankful that no outbreaks had occurred. Once, at the Hotel, but on the outside where the people hadn't been. And it was his fortune that Natasha had been there to lullaby. Bruce wasn't sure the red-head was even here, which was worrisome. There was a campsite here, a place he knew people to be but he didn't venture too close to it for fear of letting the monster loose.
That particular day, Bruce lingered on the cusp of the tree line where the flora met the security of the camp. Some came and went, he squinted as he watched them go from the shadows beyond the canopy, and every once in a while he would catch sight of a predator or two stalking easy prey drawn by the humans.
Staying back seemed best. Not that he could get too close to them anyway. He had a funny feeling that if he did try to settle in to the camp then something would happen. He had been put out here for a reason, separated for a reason. But he longed to be there with the others. He wanted to help, he wanted to know what was going on in the group. Being outcast wasn't new to him by any means but usually it was self-inflicted, not because someone else decided for him.
And there was still the matter of the girl that he and Destiny were supposed to be tracking down. The wrong one, the one that felt like complete darkness.
A step backward and Bruce ducked behind a tree, pressing a shoulder against the bark. He adjusted his makeshift leaf bottoms, securing the vine, and looked down at the ground to think.