11-04-2015, 03:47 PM
Drake spent a majority of the truck ride simply brooding and dicking around on his Dataverse device. The tell-tale wires of earbuds snaked their way up under his hood, which was really the only remotely comfortable part of riding in the back a beat-ass pickup over lava plains. Despite the oppressive heat of the verse, the truck, or at least Zack, was able to keep things moving at a decent enough clip so as to make a slight breeze flow across the deck that Drake and Colonel sat in, hunched over like two homeless dudes.
Well...a homeless dude and a robot. Fuck. Whatever.
At some point, despite being constantly jostled by a solid metal frame, Drake managed to drift into a distant half-sleep; aware of the world but staunchly stuck in the mind that raced behind closed eyes. By the time they got to this fortress place, Drake was sore and stiff as a motherfucker, and as he vaulted himself over the rail of the truck bed, he hit the ground with a prolonged groan. With a vindictive tug, the smuggler yanked his makeshift face mask away from his scarred features and immediately plugged a cigarette between his chapped lips. As Drake simultaneously stretched and wandered around to the front of the truck, even though everyone else was still inside. Oh wait, shit. They were probably gonna drive the rest of the way. Shaking his head, Drake quickly clambered back into the ass end of the truck, trying to avoid the glances that were being tossed his way.
It seemed as though they were gonna be waiting for a little longer, so being the addict he as, Drake immediately whipped his dataverse device back out and started poking around the message boards again. He froze slightly when he came across something rather auspicious indeed. Turning his phone around, Drake held it out for Colonel to see.
"Dude, have you seen this?"
Some asshole was gonna try and lynch Bartleby. Nealaphh. Whatever.
Well...a homeless dude and a robot. Fuck. Whatever.
At some point, despite being constantly jostled by a solid metal frame, Drake managed to drift into a distant half-sleep; aware of the world but staunchly stuck in the mind that raced behind closed eyes. By the time they got to this fortress place, Drake was sore and stiff as a motherfucker, and as he vaulted himself over the rail of the truck bed, he hit the ground with a prolonged groan. With a vindictive tug, the smuggler yanked his makeshift face mask away from his scarred features and immediately plugged a cigarette between his chapped lips. As Drake simultaneously stretched and wandered around to the front of the truck, even though everyone else was still inside. Oh wait, shit. They were probably gonna drive the rest of the way. Shaking his head, Drake quickly clambered back into the ass end of the truck, trying to avoid the glances that were being tossed his way.
It seemed as though they were gonna be waiting for a little longer, so being the addict he as, Drake immediately whipped his dataverse device back out and started poking around the message boards again. He froze slightly when he came across something rather auspicious indeed. Turning his phone around, Drake held it out for Colonel to see.
"Dude, have you seen this?"
Some asshole was gonna try and lynch Bartleby. Nealaphh. Whatever.
And, we dream of home I dream of life out of here Their dreams are small My dreams don't know fear I got my heart full of hope I will change everything No matter what I'm told How impossible it seems We did it before And we'll do it again We're indestructible Even when we're tired And we've been here before Just you and I
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued