Poached Nest. [private]

[Riley Chaeffeur]

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FORCED FIGHTER FIGHTING TO LIVE EVERYWHERE ARE THE WOLVES. THEY WATCH YOU AS YOU ROUND CORNERS, FANGS DRIPPING WITH DROOL IN PREPARATION FOR THE HUNT. YOU BETTER BE PREPARED TO FIGHT OR THEY'LL SWALLOW YOU WHOLE.

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[attr="class","rileytalk"]Nowhere could she be found, until the truth revealed. The unexpected return to Lorsette was greeted with an interesting set of circumstances. Transferred into the Lorsette Branch as an elite hunter of copious transfers, Riley learned plenty with his limited time. Informed he returned hundreds of years too late to protect his younger sister and discovering her ball-of-anger son, Riley's mood was not particularly positive. Though through it all, he masked away the requirements of his emotional state, similar to a sun breaking through thick, rain-bearing clouds. Emotional burdens, they were a hellish set of circumstances hefted upon his shoulders, maliciously eating away at him. Whispering in his ears, haunting his nightmares and on his loneliest days, leaving him without a moment of silence. Though beneath the surface, thoughts bubbled about what happened. Perhaps in her, a moment of folly she attempted to contact him and his father caught her down via the use of associates. Any specifics about her death were locked away in the mind of a nephew who already exemplified a distaste for the unktehi. Wandering through the familiar, light-coloured hallways of the Terror Response Syndicate, a numbness overtook his brain. There was acute easement to the pain rocketing through his veins. Arriving in the form of an angelic medic, Riley fancied the attention of Nuka Nylund. Compared to the horrific status of his past, Nuka was a genuine slice of heaven for him. After everything he learned, the brunette became a relief sweeter than candy and enjoyable for his mental state. Though, unfortunate for the green-eyed unktehi, his schedule brought him to a late lunch, meaning, he would be by his lonesome. From his hooked fingers dangles a pathetic plastic bag for his lunch. Inside was a meat-heavy sandwich secretly littered with crushed crickets. On the side was a salad he tossed and cut into a small Tupperware container during the morning while his breakfast cooked. Then on the side, in the name of his favoured dishes, were a pair of hard-boiled eggs. He founded the corner through the weighty double doors of the TRS cafeteria. Before he was seemingly endless rows of tables, a small portion being occupied by TRS members on their break. Briefly, their gazes glanced towards him, though with haste they averted. Smiling Pariah. An outsider, a freak and somebody rather unnerving to a majority of his fellow TRS hunters. Thoughts never turned towards the other occupants, the outcast striding towards the unoccupied table beside the window. The manner people reacted to Riley was regularly interesting, with most perturbed by his very presence. The unnerving aura he radiated resulted in avoidance from his colleagues, however, Riley cared naught and instead accepted it. Upon reaching the table, Riley plopped his lunch into the smooth, wooden surface before sliding into the chair. As the unktehi adjusted, he rolled his shoulders. Briefly, his green eyes flitted to the large window, gazing out at the front yard of the headquarters. Cars passed of multiple colours, backdropped by the plain backdrop of buildings and long empty flower pots. Not the greatest view, however, one Riley could tolerate for meagre entertainment as he consumed his lunch. Carefully, Riley folded over the bag, revealing the contents of his lunch. Two Tupperware containers and a bagged sandwich. Nothing particularly impressive, but a suitable collection to keep his stomach filled for the remainder of his shift. Without another thought, the salad's container lid was popped open followed by the unbagging of his sandwich. Scents spiralled inside his nose, bringing forth the long bated sensations of hunger. The growing feelings of required a filled belly prompted the first bite of a sandwich half, followed by another. The arrival of lunch was well-needed, and quickly, Riley's focus became focused on the food in front of him.

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