[One minute, he's celebrating with his friends and comrades, basking in the glory of having saved the world. The next he knows, he's waking in the middle of a street, groggy and feeling like there's a little too much that isn't quite right, though he can't quite put his finger on what, yet.
It's taking all he has not to panic, especially once he starts to realise that there are more than just humans around here - and is that someone with blue and purple striped skin? Is that a tail he seeks poking beneath an otherwise normal-seeming woman's skirt?
Something's not right. Everything's not right, now he has time to think and time to realise why he hasn't felt quite right, to remember his time at D-District prison and recognise the limitations placed on him. And that has him all the more tense, even as he's struggling to keep hold of what composure he can find.
It's not long before he's walking the streets, looking for answers and expression somewhere between bewildered and a short push away from exploding. Inevitably, the calm doesn't last and when he notices someone staring at him a little too much - maybe it's the tattoo, or his demeanour overall, or simply the fact he's a new face around these parts - he can't help but snap.]
What do you want?
B; Big heart, big mouth, big trouble; fire sector
[Zell doesn't fit into this part of wherever it is he is now. He knows it, but now he's had time to settle down and gather his wits - and now that whatever had been sealing his junctions seems to have passed - his curiosity is getting the better of him and he's making a point of exploring. And with the constant stares and sneers aimed at him from the main streets, he decides a quieter route would be for the better.
And that's when he spots a young woman with scaled skin, dressed in tattered clothing and beseeching anyone who passes to spare some juulan. And for all he doesn't have much himself, Zell can't bring himself to pass her by without letting a coin or two drop into her cup.
Which is apparently the cue someone had been waiting for. Next thing he knows, there are three men (he thinks - hard to tell for sure while he's still getting a feel for the population) closing on him, declaring that if he has coin to spare then he must be good for more and they're more than happy to part him from it.
The sounds of the ensuing fight travel long beyond where it's actually happening, and certain flashes can be seen here and there as Zell figures there's no point in fighting fair when he's already outnumbered. Or perhaps it's afterwards that he's seen, staggering out looking a little banged up but triumphant none the less. And offering anyone who looks at him for long enough a high five even with knuckles grazed and swollen.]
Won't make that mistake again.
[Whether he means himself or those who'd attacked him, or both, probably needs a little more context than he's providing.]
C; Can't keep away from the machines; metal sector
[There's nothing he can afford here, yet, but there's no question to Zell's mind that he'll be spending a lot of time in this sector, now he's found it. The tinkerer in him can't help but be fascinated by what unfamiliar technology there is to be seen, but it's the motorcycles and other vehicles that have his attention above all.]
Man. How cool would it be to take a spin on that baby?
[His comment doesn't seem to be directed at anyone in particular and nor does he seem to expect a reply, though he certainly won't turn one down.
Elsewhere, he finds himself under much closer scrutiny after one too many instances of him picking something up and examining it with an eagerness that suggests he might crack it open right here to see how it works. Enough so that even he notices the icy glare levelled at him as his hand hovers over a music player, stepping back without a word. And potentially stepping into someone else in the process, which prompts an immediate apology and check to ensure said someone isn't hurt.]
Zell Dincht | Final Fantasy VIII
[One minute, he's celebrating with his friends and comrades, basking in the glory of having saved the world. The next he knows, he's waking in the middle of a street, groggy and feeling like there's a little too much that isn't quite right, though he can't quite put his finger on what, yet.
It's taking all he has not to panic, especially once he starts to realise that there are more than just humans around here - and is that someone with blue and purple striped skin? Is that a tail he seeks poking beneath an otherwise normal-seeming woman's skirt?
Something's not right. Everything's not right, now he has time to think and time to realise why he hasn't felt quite right, to remember his time at D-District prison and recognise the limitations placed on him. And that has him all the more tense, even as he's struggling to keep hold of what composure he can find.
It's not long before he's walking the streets, looking for answers and expression somewhere between bewildered and a short push away from exploding. Inevitably, the calm doesn't last and when he notices someone staring at him a little too much - maybe it's the tattoo, or his demeanour overall, or simply the fact he's a new face around these parts - he can't help but snap.]
What do you want?
B; Big heart, big mouth, big trouble; fire sector
[Zell doesn't fit into this part of wherever it is he is now. He knows it, but now he's had time to settle down and gather his wits - and now that whatever had been sealing his junctions seems to have passed - his curiosity is getting the better of him and he's making a point of exploring. And with the constant stares and sneers aimed at him from the main streets, he decides a quieter route would be for the better.
And that's when he spots a young woman with scaled skin, dressed in tattered clothing and beseeching anyone who passes to spare some juulan. And for all he doesn't have much himself, Zell can't bring himself to pass her by without letting a coin or two drop into her cup.
Which is apparently the cue someone had been waiting for. Next thing he knows, there are three men (he thinks - hard to tell for sure while he's still getting a feel for the population) closing on him, declaring that if he has coin to spare then he must be good for more and they're more than happy to part him from it.
The sounds of the ensuing fight travel long beyond where it's actually happening, and certain flashes can be seen here and there as Zell figures there's no point in fighting fair when he's already outnumbered. Or perhaps it's afterwards that he's seen, staggering out looking a little banged up but triumphant none the less. And offering anyone who looks at him for long enough a high five even with knuckles grazed and swollen.]
Won't make that mistake again.
[Whether he means himself or those who'd attacked him, or both, probably needs a little more context than he's providing.]
C; Can't keep away from the machines; metal sector
[There's nothing he can afford here, yet, but there's no question to Zell's mind that he'll be spending a lot of time in this sector, now he's found it. The tinkerer in him can't help but be fascinated by what unfamiliar technology there is to be seen, but it's the motorcycles and other vehicles that have his attention above all.]
Man. How cool would it be to take a spin on that baby?
[His comment doesn't seem to be directed at anyone in particular and nor does he seem to expect a reply, though he certainly won't turn one down.
Elsewhere, he finds himself under much closer scrutiny after one too many instances of him picking something up and examining it with an eagerness that suggests he might crack it open right here to see how it works. Enough so that even he notices the icy glare levelled at him as his hand hovers over a music player, stepping back without a word. And potentially stepping into someone else in the process, which prompts an immediate apology and check to ensure said someone isn't hurt.]