Snippet #2191757

Panda

There was something off about this guy that Panda found it hard to put his finger on. He barely listened to what the guy even had to say, standing with his hip slightly jutted, eyes squinted, free hand lifted up to his chin. The guy was so...clean. Who in the world bothered being that clean out here? How did he even manage it? Those clothes looked like they were almost brand new and his hair seemed like it was actually soft and silky and not oily and gross. Panda frowned. What a priss. It didn't take long for him to decide that he didn't like this guy. His entire opinion was formed by the time the guy finally decided to speak. "Yes. No. . . . I do not know." The blond Adonis seemed confused. "Yes." What an answer. So informative and detailed, Panda felt nearly blown away by his range of information. Now he knew everything going on and could happily go on his way without a single worry of being attacked. Good guy. Smart guy. As if! What a moron!

"I don't know what this is in all honesty, but if it's an attack, shouldn't you be running? Pipes can't do much, kid." Oh, so now he suddenly had the gull to insult his weapon of choice? What the heck else was he supposed to use? It wasn't like there was an AK47 just chilling out on the ground anywhere! People were lucky to find one that worked, nonetheless one that someone else hadn't already found and tried aiming at your head. And where exactly was his weapon, huh? That dumb ligh--oh wait, he saw it now. The sheath, probably holding a sword. A nice sword. How did he get so lucky? Ugh. "Are you going to help. . . . or are you just going to ask questions?"

Help with what..? Panda blinked, not flinching at the sounds of surprised screams behind him. He knew that the Insiders traveling on the train probably wouldn't make it out of that train alive and those who did wouldn't last very long living in the Outside. They didn't have a single clue what it was like to go from the lap of luxury to gloom and doom. Panda didn't have a lick of sympathy for them. Good riddance. They got to have however many years of their lives having it good and now their lives were cut short. It was only fair. Probably. Before he could answer, he saw a few people past the guy, watching them near the train from a short distance away. There seemed to be a few of them, maybe a Family...or a Gang. Were those gas masks? Oh great, oh great. Maybe they were with the Gang inside the train? Or another Gang wanting their piece of the ordeal. Great. They were so screwed.

He hesitated before answering. "I'm not helping anybody. You sound like some goodygoody vigilan...lawn...vigitay..." Panda paused, tripping over his own tongue. Screw it. "Whatever. There's no way I'm getting on that--" He stopped at the sudden, loud growling erupting from his stomach, turning his cheeks red in embarrassment. He sighed in exaggerated frustration, glaring at the guy as if this was all his fault. Okay. Okay. There would be food on that train. They had meal carts or whatever they were called, right? Yeah, for sure. Plus snacks and stuff. Insider privileges. And he couldn't tell when the next time he'd be able to eat would be.. Great, just great. Okay, fine. This guy. This guy. He would be able to get this guy to help him out if he went along with what he wanted, right? And the guy seemed like he wanted on the train anyway. So. Okay. He could do that. He wasn't going to be very enthusiastic about it, though.

"Alright fine, Blondie, I'll help you do whatever on the train as long as you can get me food. Deal?" He nodded to himself, looking the guy over again. He was just so...sparkly, like something out of one of those old magazines he found lying around before. Fake. Like an Insider. Yeah! Yeah, that was exactly it! He looked like an Insider. But if he wanted on the train, he obviously wasn't. Right? Well, whatever. He had a sword and he looked like he could use it. With another overdramatic sigh, Panda turned to look at the train, looking both ways and motioning for the guy to follow him over to an open emergency exit door (he almost laughed at the irony of it being used for people to get in rather than people leaving for safety). He wanted to get inside before that group got any closer and, now that he was paying attention, he noticed the train managed to catch the attention of some others, a couple of girls from what he could tell. They seemed harmless, but more people just meant more inconvenience. "Come on, you first, Sparkles." He wasn't sure which nickname he liked most.