Luca Avery
Though it was light out, Luca and his friends sat around a small fire, the smoke almost invisible in the already muggy sky. For once everyone didn’t have their gas masks on, mainly because Andrej had gotten the right lens smashed during a little spat with a Gang. Unfortunately some of the glass had sliced up the skin around his eye, blood staining the right side of his face with red.
“Can I— Luca started as he set his knives on his lap, picking up one to start cleaning the blood off it the normally sparkling silver surface.
“Just…clean your blades first,” Render sighed, waving away the complaint that Andrej was going to bite out, “If the blood doesn’t stop by then, you can clean him up.”
Luca nodded and zoned out for a bit, only half listening to his friends talk. The Gang attack had been random, and even he hadn’t been saved from any wounds. A few bruises to the legs, and if he was lucky, maybe a cut on his arm, but nothing as bad as Mr. Grumpy Asshole who was glaring at him with as much malice as one could put into such a stare. Looking up from his bloodied blades, Luca smiled happily and licked his bright red lips. This only made the other male glare harder, as well as pulled a frown down his face.
“Luc, stop antagonizing Drej,” Kyn snapped as she took a small sip of water, her black hair almost smoking in the heat of the sun.
“It’s fun though. Besides it wasn’t my fault his mask was broken. He should be more careful.” He tossed a sneer in his friends direction, earning the middle finger in response.
“But I blame you for it anyway.” Andrej spoke up, his soothing voice rough from not drinking or eating for the past few hours.
“I didn’t do shit. And you know it. I don’t control my issues, powers, whatever you want to call them. Don’t blame me.” The white haired boy sniffed and took the tip of the next blade into his mouth, silencing himself for a few seconds as he sucked the blood off.
“Well he almost tore off one of those member’s arms off, and in turn that scared some prissy ass kid into swinging his weapon into my face. How is this not at least His fault?”
Luca just shrugged in response, grinning around the blade. He wrinkled his nose seconds later and slowly yanked the blade out of his mouth, spiting blood into the dirt next to him.
“Tongue blood not you’re favorite?” Render joked.
“No, but I love yours. Can I have it again.” Luca said deadpanned.
After that the four of them had packed up camp, heading west in search of another village. Andrej was still grumpy, but the others just ignored him in favor of talking amongst themselves. Or actually, Render and Kyn talking to each other, as Luca never really walked and talked at the same time unless he had something smartassy to say.
“Look, a train.” He pointed out when they were only a few yards from it.
Drej clapped slowly, “Good, you’re not blind yet.” He rolled his eyes and continued walking with the rest of the group. However Luca paused. Something wasn’t right here.
“No guys. Guys.” The three stopped and turned back at him, “The train isn’t moving, its…” he struggled to find the correct words.
“There was a Gang here. They stopped it.” Render supplied. Luca nodded in thanks, “Do you think there is people still inside?”
“Or food? Medicine? Water?” Kyn wondered out loud.
Luca took a step toward the train and hummed, “Well there is only one way to find out right?”