[Newt is entirely waterlogged. He's not entirely sure how he's gotten here, only that he is, coughing, wet and soaked, stumbling to his feet to look around on the beach. He stares, blinking once, twice...before stating the obvious]
Well, this'd be freakin' idyllic if it wasn't for, y'know...[and he looks around, slowly, as if trying to piece together what's going on]....everything?
Storytime
[Newt is...oddly reticent. He sits near the fire, elbows resting on his knees, the flickering light making his facial scars look practically ghoulish. Newt's eyes narrow behind his glasses as he stares into the flames, and he reaches up a hand to push them back into place and before he takes a deep breath and begins.]
Once upon a time there was his asshole who was part of a corporation that kept people contained in a ruined city like lab rats. He experimented on them whenever he liked, and though the residents tried to kill him, he kept coming back to life. One day, the people trapped in the city destroyed the machine that kept bringing him back to life, and then they killed him.
[the corner of Newt's mouth twitches upward; it's not quite a smile, not quite a frown. It's small and bitter and yet somehow vindictive, curling a bit wider as Newt reaches to scratch a bit at the scar bisecting his left cheek]
And then I dissected his heart. He had some weird-ass crocodile bullshit going on, so he honestly probably fucked with himself as much as he fucked with us. Basically, dude was a psycho. [He sits back with a huff, then, shoving his hands in his pockets] So the moral of the story is don't be a dick and treat other people like lab rats because they'll find a way to murder you.
Newt Geiszler | Pacific Rim + Haven and Hadriel CRAU
[Newt is entirely waterlogged. He's not entirely sure how he's gotten here, only that he is, coughing, wet and soaked, stumbling to his feet to look around on the beach. He stares, blinking once, twice...before stating the obvious]
Well, this'd be freakin' idyllic if it wasn't for, y'know...[and he looks around, slowly, as if trying to piece together what's going on]....everything?
Storytime
[Newt is...oddly reticent. He sits near the fire, elbows resting on his knees, the flickering light making his facial scars look practically ghoulish. Newt's eyes narrow behind his glasses as he stares into the flames, and he reaches up a hand to push them back into place and before he takes a deep breath and begins.]
Once upon a time there was his asshole who was part of a corporation that kept people contained in a ruined city like lab rats. He experimented on them whenever he liked, and though the residents tried to kill him, he kept coming back to life. One day, the people trapped in the city destroyed the machine that kept bringing him back to life, and then they killed him.
[the corner of Newt's mouth twitches upward; it's not quite a smile, not quite a frown. It's small and bitter and yet somehow vindictive, curling a bit wider as Newt reaches to scratch a bit at the scar bisecting his left cheek]
And then I dissected his heart. He had some weird-ass crocodile bullshit going on, so he honestly probably fucked with himself as much as he fucked with us. Basically, dude was a psycho. [He sits back with a huff, then, shoving his hands in his pockets] So the moral of the story is don't be a dick and treat other people like lab rats because they'll find a way to murder you.