Feral Heart

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Remington looked up from the gameboy as Teddy approached, offering him a small smile. He gladly returned the smile, watching him take a seat before he returned his navy gaze to the gameboy. Most of the wires had been plucked out and stripped apart, making a small ball of iron wiring in his lap. The dead battery sat lifelessly on the concrete beside him, and Remington would most likely leave it there. The wires would probably be used to spark something that he could find. If not, they could always be used for something else. Though nothing came to mind just yet. "It's crazy," Remington breathed out, placing the gameboy on his thigh and picking up the wires, letting his fingers run along the thin metal, "how normal this feels. It's like.. instinct, you know?" Remington's furrowed his brows, thinking about Teddy's powers along with his own. Mimicry seemed like an awesome power, especially if the subjects did ever get to go to a real city. Teddy could literally be anyone he wanted to be.

"Something bothering you?" Remington questioned, pulling his gaze from the ripped apart gameboy to give Teddy a concerned look. Although, he had a feeling that it had something to do with Finn not returning just yet. "I'm sure they're just running late." He said in attempts to reassure the younger brother.

Teddy's prayers have all been but answered, and quickly at that. Maybe it was because of how good of a person Teddy was that his wish was granted in an instance. A soft smile perched itself on Remington's lips and he tilted his chin up in the direction of Simone and Finn approaching, motioning towards them as his smile broadened. "Look, Ted." Remington said as a breath of amusement filtered out between his lips. Placing the gameboy and mess of wires besides him, Remington would hoist himself up, then offer a hand to Teddy to get up as well. After doing so, the duo would probably go to approach Finn and Simone.

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Narrowing his navy gaze onto the ruined asphalt, Remington listened to Teddy speak about Finn. A barely noticable frown hung lightly on his lips, listening, and just adding further confirmation that Remington had done nothing wrong for the elder brother for him to hate Rem so. For a moment, Remington wished he had done something wrong, for it would be a lot easier on his concious if knowing so. But, every time he tried to think of a reason, Remington turned up blank. Sure, sometimes he could be sarcastic or eccentric, but that was surely no reason to detest him, right?

 At the bit about the tattoo, Remington forced a smile onto his lips. "Really? I got my first and only tattoo when I turned 15." He said with a small snicker, his fingers tugging down the already loose-fitting and hole infested black tank to reveal a small scrip just below his right collarbone; his chest area. It read "The blood of a poet." Pulling his shirt back up, Remington neared the area where the subjects had began to regroup. "I'll leave you to regroup with the others." Remington said rather politely, tipping his hat with an amused expression, walking off a bit to breathe.

Opening the satchel, Remington leaned against the cafe's outer wall, emptying it of the cans of food. He would begin to stack them in a tower, awaiting for anyone to come and collect them. Lowering himself against the wall, Remington's navy eyes examined the group, only a few feet away, and within earshot as well. Just a way's worth away to breathe on his own. While he seemed like a social butterfly, Rem was more so a wallflower than anything. Once settled for a good minute or two, his hands itched for the gameboy. Opening the satchel, now empty after removing the food, Remington dug it out, placing it on his lap. Next, plucking the screwdriver from the bag, he would then proceed to unscrew the backing, setting it aside. A dead battery lay inside, as well as the wiring and springs to the back of the gameboy. His navy blue eyes flickered, remembering the doctor's banter with him on his abilities.

The most prominent one being some tinker-like-thing from Tinkerbell but modern? All he knew is that he was good with his hands and wires. Well, smack some fairy wings and dust on Remington and call him Bell. Although, persuasion and agility had yet to make an appearance, Remington could feel his fingers itching to pull the wires- make something new from them.

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Remington froze for a moment, intaking a bit of air through his nose at Teddy mentioning dealing with his elder brother, Finn. His lips, which were naturally curved into a smirk, fell into a bland line. Now devoid of expression, Remington shook his head. The reminder of his younger sister in a hazy, smoke filled room clotted his thoughts, until he willed them away. Now, the emotions slowly surfaced once again. "Tell what?" Remington said with a soft smile, bringing his fingers up to his own lips. He "zipped" his lips, and tossed the key over his shoulder. "My lips are sealed." Remington said in a muffled tone, trying not to move his lips as he spoke like his lips were actually sealed.

Shuffling around the room to search for anything else in a lazy demeanor, Remington hummed quietly to himself. Looking out of the dust and grime ridden window, an orange glow filtered through. "We almost done here, Ted? It's getting late." Remington mused casually, giving a soft roll of his shoulders. With this newly added information on Teddy's past, Rem realized just how little he knew about him, or what Ted knew about Remington. A content expression reigned on his features for the time being, whilst awaiting Teddy to give the go if they could leave now. Nudging Teddy with his elbow in a playful manner, Remington gave him a reassuring smile. "Hey, we're okay."

[Sorry I was away for the weekend, and ended up returning a day later than planned. I'm sorry if I held you guys up! Posting from my shattered screen of a phone is quite the task! I'll post now. Also, cool, 100 pages!]


A sheepish expression quickly crawled over the naturally anxious young male, Quinn, as Kennedy inquired about his band. Looking down with slender, furrowed eyebrows, his lips drew into a taut, thoughtful line. He couldn't help but crack a small, amused smile, once he looked up. "Oh, a whole bunch." Was all he said at first, his fingers drumming carelessly on his thighs. It was one of his many anxious quirks. "Just to name a few were Leathermouth, Death Spells, and My Chemical Romance. The last being the most popular of the few. I play guitar." He commented with a cheesy smile, shaking his head in embarrassment. "Well, I played." Quinn would add after a few moments, giving a nostalgic moment to his many rock groups.

Staying quiet for a few moments, Quinn listened to the group debate on the other, more ruthless groups out there. Deciding on keeping his mouth shut for this part, Quinn's honey-green eyes wavered towards Sweet Pea. She was lowered, tail wagging, and ears upright. Her elderly eyes still held a youthful smile as she bounded back and forth, trying to rile the young canine.

"That's terrible, Tonx." Was all that Quinn had to comment, offering up a reassuring smile to the female. Thoughts jumbled in his brain, and in attempts to silence- or at least hush- them, he broke off another bit of dark chocolate, popping it into his mouth. He let this one melt on his tongue, thinking about his pasts survivor group with regret and guilt. They weren't the most civilized, and Quinn, standing as one of the "leaders" in his past group allowed it for too long. Well, he wouldn't have to worry about that anymore. It was done and over with, and Quinn had been on his own for some time. Those "group days" were way in the beginning, when everyone was in panic.. Still, that's no excuse.

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Taking his glasses from atop his head, Remington forked his fingers through his messy black hair, holding his round, color tinted glasses in his free hand, balancing it between the fingers that gripped his hat. Once finished trying to somewhat fix or tame his black locks, the glasses were perched back atop his head, mostly to hold back his bangs. Keeping a leisurely pace besides Teddy, Remington listened to him, hanging onto every word. It wasn't every day someone so willingly shared their opinion. Mostly, he had those conversations with himself, debating the good or bad in a situation. Looking towards Teddy, he simply gave a nod, and a forced, slightly pained smile. "I agree. We're at their mercy now. Nothing we can do about that.." Remington's voice trailed off slightly, deciding to keep to himself for now. Teddy's brother, Finn, didn't like him already, no need to make a second strike with Teddy with some stupid thing he would say.

As of now, he simply stood besides Teddy, navy blue eyes squinted at the door as it was forcefully opened. Trailing in the diner after Teddy, his eyes trailing around. It was old, rustic, with dust hanging in the air like a thick fog, making it uncomfortable for Remington to breathe. Casually, he stuck out his finger, running it along one of the countertops. Inspecting his dust ridden finger, he grimaced, nose crinkling in disgust. However, soon got back to Teddy, just as  he proclaimed to find something. "Well, that was easier than I thought it would be."  

Looking around for something to carry it in, Remington  offered the open base of his hat, if no bag would be found. "Nice work pup." Rem commented with a soft, amused chuckle, just as he exited the back room in  which the supplies were found. Down the hallway was an employee's room, left slightly open. This too, covered in dust. All exception to boot marks imprinted in the dust ridden floor. "Looks like someone was here, guess they didn't do much searching since they completely missed the food supplies." He commented with a small shrug, his voice a shout to Teddy in the other room over. Immediately, Remington began rummaging through the employee lockers. In a satchel was a watch, and some other useless pieces of junk. Despite that fact, Remington took the satchel, dusting it off with a open palm.

"You might want to check this out. See if you fancy anything." Remington spoke with his head tilted down to the satchel, opening it and studding his hat in it. Once situated later, he would closely examine the things in the satchel. For now, anything useful was their priority. As well as keeping Teddy alive. As of now, that was his top priority. Hitting him like a brick to the face, Remongton bounded into the othe room. His sneakers clacked on the floor, kicking up dust as he reached the doorframe. "Oh, sorry- Just- Just got nervous for a second." Remington would comment sheepishly, averting his gaze, as he realized Teddy was just fine.