[size=small]<img style="Kenji" style="max-width:50%;float:left;" src="http://i741.photobucket.com/albums/xx53/VampyrHeart/Kenji_zps3cf30e58.jpg]Kenji's gang was famous for offering protection to passing caravans around that area, but looking at Bajazet, this caravan needed no protection, to tell the truth, he didn't expect to see a walker when he heard there was another caravan passing by.
For a moment he even wondered if her caravan needed anything at all from him and his gang, they didn't seem like the people who needed anything fixed, or any protection for all that mattered, these people were one with the desert around them, he admired them, and sometimes he wished he was born in one of their caravans instead of the rough gang he was part of. He probably wouldn't be as flamboyant and reckless as he was now, but his life would have probably had more meaning.
The scout could see the mix of admiration and respect in his bloodshot eyes, mixed with a feeling of helplessness which looked so contradicting to his otherwise full if himself attitude. A long silence followed, then he seemed to have gotten back from another world <font color="#d86161]“I suppose a strong and respectable caravan like yours wouldn't need protection from a humble gang like ours, or any mechanical or electrical maintenance.”[/font] Calling his gang humble was an understatement, she probably knew what gang he was part of just by looking at him, the 'Crazy Diamonds' may not have been the largest gang, but they were one the strongest and certainly the most flamboyant.
He stared emptily at her some more, cracked his neck and looked back at his bike. <font color="#d86161]“I have a tank full of fuel, you can have most of it... If you even need that.”[/font] He had just realized he had nothing to offer her, it wasn't at all what he expected. Things were going awry for him and he was now thinking about the safest way to retreat without causing any trouble, he should have waited for his gang to come back with provisions at night and not have done any rash things, but that's how he always was.
At this moment, he got distracted by something else, Cauldo's mask, he knew what it was and he knew it wasn't working, but now most of his attention was shifted to it. <font color="#d86161]“That's a pretty cool mask, it's a shame it's not working well. I can fix that for you.” [/font] He wasn't really sure what made him say that, but before he noticed he had already said it. He smiled sheepishly at them and said nothing else. Bajazet could tell he was under the influence of alcohol or some other type of substance, especially when his stance started to look less alert and more slouchy, it was like he couldn't really stand anymore.[/font]
For a moment he even wondered if her caravan needed anything at all from him and his gang, they didn't seem like the people who needed anything fixed, or any protection for all that mattered, these people were one with the desert around them, he admired them, and sometimes he wished he was born in one of their caravans instead of the rough gang he was part of. He probably wouldn't be as flamboyant and reckless as he was now, but his life would have probably had more meaning.
The scout could see the mix of admiration and respect in his bloodshot eyes, mixed with a feeling of helplessness which looked so contradicting to his otherwise full if himself attitude. A long silence followed, then he seemed to have gotten back from another world <font color="#d86161]“I suppose a strong and respectable caravan like yours wouldn't need protection from a humble gang like ours, or any mechanical or electrical maintenance.”[/font] Calling his gang humble was an understatement, she probably knew what gang he was part of just by looking at him, the 'Crazy Diamonds' may not have been the largest gang, but they were one the strongest and certainly the most flamboyant.
He stared emptily at her some more, cracked his neck and looked back at his bike. <font color="#d86161]“I have a tank full of fuel, you can have most of it... If you even need that.”[/font] He had just realized he had nothing to offer her, it wasn't at all what he expected. Things were going awry for him and he was now thinking about the safest way to retreat without causing any trouble, he should have waited for his gang to come back with provisions at night and not have done any rash things, but that's how he always was.
At this moment, he got distracted by something else, Cauldo's mask, he knew what it was and he knew it wasn't working, but now most of his attention was shifted to it. <font color="#d86161]“That's a pretty cool mask, it's a shame it's not working well. I can fix that for you.” [/font] He wasn't really sure what made him say that, but before he noticed he had already said it. He smiled sheepishly at them and said nothing else. Bajazet could tell he was under the influence of alcohol or some other type of substance, especially when his stance started to look less alert and more slouchy, it was like he couldn't really stand anymore.[/font]
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