MAD MAX SANDBOX POST

[iamawaited]

Welcome to the Wasteland: a sandbox/open post for Mad Max RP

(Seriously, go nuts.

That's what this canon is for.)

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[iamawaited]

"Max?" Nux echoed blankly. Who was-- oh. As large as the man loomed in Nux's mind, he'd grown used to thinking of him as a warrior with no name. No longer Blood Bag, maybe, but... well, there hadn't been anything to supplant that, either. Max, then. Max was gone. He wilted a little, disappointed, although not too much and not for long. Between Capable's touch on him and the wild noise of the crowd still in his ears, it was hard to feel the loss too keenly. Later, he would be surprised to find himself grieving.

For now, he let Capable lead him away from the edge, then reached out and took her hand. "You really drink as much water as you want?" he asked, a little amazed at the idea. He'd been allowed some, but he had never felt as though it was enough. That was why it was called an addiction, he'd thought.

[preciouscargo]

She hated that she flinched when his hand touched hers. It was a reflex to any touch these days. Immortan Joe might be dead and gone, but his memory and the actions he inflicted upon his breeders could never be fully erased. Instead of drawing her hand back, she relaxed and linked her soft fingers with his. She gave him a smile that seemed to say she would be alright. Not to worry. "We don't ration the water as tightly as Immortan Joe." It was necessary to hold some water in reserve for such a harsh dessert climate, but for the most part it ran freely to those who sorely needed it.

She led him inside and through several rooms before pointing out the old fashioned water fountain in the center of the room. It was a drinking fountain, but Nux had probably never seen anything like it. "Push down on the button and lean your mouth towards the spout. Water will come." The wives knew about it, but then again for all the cruelty they had endured at Immortan Joe's hands, they had lived a life of luxury.

[iamawaited]

There were a great many things in Capable's world that Nux didn't understand, and some that he would never. He saw the flinch in her, though, and stilled uncertainly, hand going loose on hers, easy to pull away. Only when she laced their fingers together did he tighten his grip again, and then a little more slowly, a little more carefully. Whatever it is that they had between them, the rules might have be different here than they were out on the Fury Road, where everything had been terror and adrenaline. She had let him kiss her on the cheek then -- but he had been a War Boy with one day left at most, and she had been fleeing for her life. They had curled up together against the horrors outside.

Would she let him kiss her now? he wondered, and let her lead, and didn't try.

He moved quietly through the rooms after her, looking around curiously. He'd never seen any of this part of the Citadel before. When they got to the fountain, he did indeed look completely blank, but he followed her directions a little awkwardly. He leaned down, pushed the button, and startled in surprise as water leapt out and splashed his scarred face. He jerked back slightly, blinking. "It's a... hose?" He leaned back in and took a tentative drink.

[preciouscargo]

They came from two completely different worlds. Capable, born perfect and without the common mutations that most people suffered these days from the toxic environment, had been bought from her mother before puberty and tucked away with the rest of the wives ever since. She was exposed to every luxury possible and yet it was a life she was glad to be free of. Immortan Joe had brutalized her, treated her as s shiny 'thing' to possess. Nux was completely different. He was sweet and innocent in his own way. His touch and even a kiss to her cheek was welcome. She just preferred to see him coming rather than be surprised.

She smiled when he jumped back in surprise at the sight of water coming from the spout. Granted, the pipes were old and rusted so the color of the water was a bit red, but it was water. Just the mere presence of it was miracle enough. "Something like that." With his back to her, she noticed some scrapes and cuts, but nothing that would seriously worry her. War Boys were trained to take a major beating and keep on going.

"Don't drink too much at once." Or he'd make himself sick.

[iamawaited]

He didn't, less because of that and more because whether the Immortan was dead or not, his words would linger on for quite some time in Nux's mind and in the minds of the other lost children of the Citadel. He took only a few hasty mouthfuls, not minding the coppery rusty taste of it -- like blood, he thought -- or the tepid warmth, although it did hurt a little when he swallowed. He coughed when he pulled away and bit back a grimace. He had been weak before her on the war rig, but it wouldn't do now. Not to show weakness because of a few measly war wounds. She was right: that had been trained out of him.

Instead, he took a step back and looked around, surveying their surroundings again. "This is yours?" he asked softly.

[preciouscargo]

Capable placed a gentle hand to the center of his back when he coughed, though she knew he wasn't truly choking. When he was finished, she led him over to a bench and urged him to sit down beside her. Rest was another thing he sorely needed and she took more than a little comfort in tucking herself against his side. To anyone who might have walked into the room, they looked fairly 'cozy' together.

"It belongs to Cheeto, Dag, Toast and I at the moment. To be honest, I've never seen half the rooms here." Immortan Joe did keep his wives locked away in an old bank vault. His most precious possessions. That no longer mattered. What mattered right now was that Nux was alive. He might not be in the best shape, even for a War Boy, but he was here with her. "Dag is pregnant, so there will be an addition in seven months." They were all secretly hoping the child would be a healthy girl. That would surely make Immortan Joe roll over in his grave.