The Adrenaline Junkie - Octane (ridetheoctrain) wrote in snapthread, @ 2019-12-17 07:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | beverly marsh, octavio silva |
Who: Octavio Silva and Beverly Marsh.
What: A literal run in.
Where: Doors into mall.
When: Tuesday morning.
Rating: TBD.
You see, for most people, this place would be jarring. This place would be a reminder they were stuck or a prison. Octane, well he just didn't care. Which also wasn't true. He cared in the sense that he wanted to go back home, but what was the purpose of any experience if you didn't just roll with the punches. Of all the places he could have ended up, this wasn't that terrible. The town, Starklandia, had great things all and all. Generally good people, even if they bickered and fought with each other. Electricity and heat. People who were fun, and most of all - brand new experiences and adventures.
Which, Octane was sending himself on right this moment.
Since his trip through the doors with that drink of water, Klaus, Octane's wardrobe had expanded nicely. Of course, pants were not a major thing he was overly worried about. Not with the metal legs of his, but he still had to cover his torso. It was something about exposed chest only covered by a tactical vest that screamed not dinner attire appropriate. So now he had shirts, and sweatshirts, and more shirts. He had shirts for days. Dressed casually and thinking of those casual day shirts he had, Octavio was really not watching what he was doing as he ran through town and right into the house that held the mystical doors that led to different dimensions.
Now, when it came to running as fast he did, you couldn't stop quickly. This became an issue quite suddenly as he came barreling into a woman who had just opened a door. The impact probably more shocking, but the problem was they were now falling over. Options were things that people had in this situation, but not Octane. Sure he played in murder games, but didn't mean he would let chivalry die at his hand. With a shift, so that the woman had a soft impact - Octane position himself to take more of the brunt of their fall, while he as politely as possible guided them. Once on the cold metal floor, he sighed. It went better than expected. "Gracias a dios que estarás bien." Octane muttered helping the woman and himself back to their feet.
"My apologies." Octane offered his apology. "I didn't hurt you to terribly?" Octane asked as he looked her up and down, but on the up glance catching a port window with an incredible view of space. "DIOS MIO! Look at that view!" Octane now focused on the stars and cold vacuum of space. It was basically home, if you were traveled through space as much as he did. Looking back to the woman he wiped his hand on his shorts covering the part of legs that were still human, and offered it to the woman.
"Since we had an abrupt meeting, I'm Octavio Silva." He offered a bright boyish smile. "Most call me Octane."