The Adrenaline Junkie - Octane (ridetheoctrain) wrote in snapthread, @ 2019-12-11 11:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | klaus hargreeves (netflix), octavio silva |
Who: Octavio Silva and Klaus Hargreeves.
What: Doors?
Where: House of Doors!
When: Wednesday afternoon.
Rating: TBD.
Octane had been in this new place for ten days. He ran the place for the ten days, trying to figure out where and what to get out. There was no space port. There were no titans. There was no intergalactic governing factions. The place was the worst backwater planet ever. One bar. A coffee shop. A clothes store. The good news was the clothes shop had ugly Christmas sweaters. That was a bonus. He was all in on that. Though, that was only one issue in his life that was being fixed by a sweater. The more important one was to get into some sort of trouble. Have picked out a house finally, and claimed as his with a roughly drawn flag (it was a bed sheet) in the name of Team Octane he needed more. Needed more... something... more excitement.
THE DOORS!
Between his welcoming committee when he arrived during a snowball fight for the town, and the bow guy, and the guy defending this little quaint town from it's bleak existence, he had heard of these doors that lead them to different and new places. Possibly home? Back to his death games, that he was so fond of. Well, he wasn't sure he was fond of the games, themselves, but the rush he got while under the constant danger of death. Just like the time and his now very misplaced legs. Not particularly thinking about it, Octane rubbed the point where the bionic legs met his nubs. This was fine. This was better. He was faster, and more lethal. Locking and loading a weapon, some stim, and attaching his dialysis machine to his body ports and his belt he covered everything with a baggy hoodie. Why advertise to the new people more than he had to.
Then he was off. Out the door, and past people here and there as he made a sprint for the house away from the cluster on the edge of town. Once there, Octane wasted no time, opening and closing doors. Multiple doors, the same door, different doors. Open and close over and over. It was true. Each time it was something different seemingly. "Oi. This is incredible." The usage, and the traveling that this could easily bring. He felt the presence of another just as he was opening and closing the same door multiple times. Looking at the other man, both Octane's brows raised. "Oi, necesitas esta puerta?" There was a pause. "Am I in your way?"