Post by Junkrat on Jul 31, 2016 5:32:51 GMT
He needed some alone time.
He'd tried his best to move on from what he'd found out in that damned wasteland, and for a while he'd managed to push it into the back of his mind, locked away where it belonged with every other not-so-nice memory and thought he happened to have. It was rare that a negative thought would overtake the young man, rare in this way that is, he was good at shaking it off. Or pretending to. He was mad as a hatter, but he was still human, and as much as he was loathe to admit it, he did still have some human emotions left over. Roadhog had been frank in his admittance, why shouldn't he be? And his reasons were sound, or he sure wanted to see them as sound, see the reasons and pass it off as an accident. But there was anger rattling around in his addled brain that he just couldn't find a place for, and every time he looked at his partner he couldn't help the desire to punch the shit out of him. He took that as a sign that he should strike off on his own, at least for a little while. He did consider Roadhog to be his friend, no matter what the other man felt, he would find him again soon enough, they'd been perfectly clear with there the other would be.
At the moment, he was slumming it in Cairo, not putting too much stock in keeping himself concealed or hidden, it was a risk, but he didn't feel like throwing on some terrible disguise right now. He wasn't entirely unarmed though, carrying just enough explosives in a backpack to cause some low-key chaos, he WAS still Junkrat after all, mayhem was his middle name. For anyone not in the know, he probably could have passed as a dirty backpacker, though by now most people knew what he looked like, it was hard to hide a man of his stature no matter what he wore.
Right now he was looking for a place to grab a bite to eat, scanning the crowd curiously as he side eyed the different places around. It was the hottest part of the day, though it felt rather pleasant to him, being acclimated to the heat as he was. He got some looks, some seemed to recognize him, but he wasn't doing anything illegal yet, so most people were content to nervously shuffle by, good, the less cops that got involved the better, he wasn't looking to cause trouble right now, content to people watch as he scoped out the area for something to eat.
He'd tried his best to move on from what he'd found out in that damned wasteland, and for a while he'd managed to push it into the back of his mind, locked away where it belonged with every other not-so-nice memory and thought he happened to have. It was rare that a negative thought would overtake the young man, rare in this way that is, he was good at shaking it off. Or pretending to. He was mad as a hatter, but he was still human, and as much as he was loathe to admit it, he did still have some human emotions left over. Roadhog had been frank in his admittance, why shouldn't he be? And his reasons were sound, or he sure wanted to see them as sound, see the reasons and pass it off as an accident. But there was anger rattling around in his addled brain that he just couldn't find a place for, and every time he looked at his partner he couldn't help the desire to punch the shit out of him. He took that as a sign that he should strike off on his own, at least for a little while. He did consider Roadhog to be his friend, no matter what the other man felt, he would find him again soon enough, they'd been perfectly clear with there the other would be.
At the moment, he was slumming it in Cairo, not putting too much stock in keeping himself concealed or hidden, it was a risk, but he didn't feel like throwing on some terrible disguise right now. He wasn't entirely unarmed though, carrying just enough explosives in a backpack to cause some low-key chaos, he WAS still Junkrat after all, mayhem was his middle name. For anyone not in the know, he probably could have passed as a dirty backpacker, though by now most people knew what he looked like, it was hard to hide a man of his stature no matter what he wore.
Right now he was looking for a place to grab a bite to eat, scanning the crowd curiously as he side eyed the different places around. It was the hottest part of the day, though it felt rather pleasant to him, being acclimated to the heat as he was. He got some looks, some seemed to recognize him, but he wasn't doing anything illegal yet, so most people were content to nervously shuffle by, good, the less cops that got involved the better, he wasn't looking to cause trouble right now, content to people watch as he scoped out the area for something to eat.
