Two - In case you're in the mood to rescue some idiot who is too stubborn for his own good
[Newt hadn't exactly meant to get this far out. In fact, his initial thought hadn't been to follow the scream at all. His first reaction had been to squawk in surprise and put a good three yards between him and the woods. However, the reaction from the locals--the flinch, the diverting or outright ignoring--was enough to pique his interest. Nothing, his ass. It wasn't that Newt actually wanted to know what the scream was but more so that the reaction of the locals pissed him off. Having already been sedated and taken back into the hospital once, Newt was more wary of rocking the boat in public, but instead of it having a dampening affect on his determination to figure out What This is All About, it's rather made it worse instead. So when the reaction from other locals was less than stellar, that was enough to pique Newt's interest and send him into the woods out of sheer stubbornness more than anything else.
Unfortunately, however, Newt is not a tracker of any sort, so the struggle and the bootprints fair escape his notice. What does not, however, is the sense of weakness; the feeling of power leaving his limbs until he feels like he does after being up for two-three days straight. Yet even this doesn't seem enough to deter him; rather it only causes him to set his jaw further and push closer, despite the fact that his legs feel like jelly and each step is harder than the first. He's practically clinging to the bark as he stumbles from one tree to the next, the wall becoming clearer as it emerges beyond the treeline.
Newt's panting, now, having reached the edge of the trees right before the wall. He doesn't even realized his legs have stopped supporting him until he's on the ground, leaning heavily against the trunk of the tree, squinting through the dim light to try and read the signs on the wall. It takes a moment of doing, but once done, Newt's nose wrinkles]
What the hell?
[He can practically taste the electricity in the air, too, crackling off that fence. Newt frowns, fingers scrabbling weakly at the ground, and closing around a small stick. With a grunt that sounds like he's lifting a car rather than a small piece of wood, Newt draws back his arm and flings it with all his might. Said stick tumbles through the air and lands perhaps no more than a foot or two away. Newt's eyes narrow and he glares down at it as though it has personally offended him. In a way, it has]
Fuck you.
[Nothing like telling a stick how you really feel.]
Four - tindr for scientists, (UN: kscirockstar)
uhhhh okay I'm just gonna leave this here so
Scientist with specialties in bioengineering, xenobiology, mechanical engineering, genetics, cell and dna replication, etc looking for other scientists in order to create a Scientist Club and figure out what is going on here.
Newt Geiszler | Pacific Rim
[Newt hadn't exactly meant to get this far out. In fact, his initial thought hadn't been to follow the scream at all. His first reaction had been to squawk in surprise and put a good three yards between him and the woods. However, the reaction from the locals--the flinch, the diverting or outright ignoring--was enough to pique his interest. Nothing, his ass. It wasn't that Newt actually wanted to know what the scream was but more so that the reaction of the locals pissed him off. Having already been sedated and taken back into the hospital once, Newt was more wary of rocking the boat in public, but instead of it having a dampening affect on his determination to figure out What This is All About, it's rather made it worse instead. So when the reaction from other locals was less than stellar, that was enough to pique Newt's interest and send him into the woods out of sheer stubbornness more than anything else.
Unfortunately, however, Newt is not a tracker of any sort, so the struggle and the bootprints fair escape his notice. What does not, however, is the sense of weakness; the feeling of power leaving his limbs until he feels like he does after being up for two-three days straight. Yet even this doesn't seem enough to deter him; rather it only causes him to set his jaw further and push closer, despite the fact that his legs feel like jelly and each step is harder than the first. He's practically clinging to the bark as he stumbles from one tree to the next, the wall becoming clearer as it emerges beyond the treeline.
Newt's panting, now, having reached the edge of the trees right before the wall. He doesn't even realized his legs have stopped supporting him until he's on the ground, leaning heavily against the trunk of the tree, squinting through the dim light to try and read the signs on the wall. It takes a moment of doing, but once done, Newt's nose wrinkles]
What the hell?
[He can practically taste the electricity in the air, too, crackling off that fence. Newt frowns, fingers scrabbling weakly at the ground, and closing around a small stick. With a grunt that sounds like he's lifting a car rather than a small piece of wood, Newt draws back his arm and flings it with all his might. Said stick tumbles through the air and lands perhaps no more than a foot or two away. Newt's eyes narrow and he glares down at it as though it has personally offended him. In a way, it has]
Fuck you.
[Nothing like telling a stick how you really feel.]
Four - tindr for scientists, (UN: kscirockstar)
uhhhh okay I'm just gonna leave this here so
Scientist with specialties in bioengineering, xenobiology, mechanical engineering, genetics, cell and dna replication, etc looking for other scientists in order to create a Scientist Club and figure out what is going on here.
hmu
- Newt