3 - Late Nite (Sleeping) Action!

[iamawaited]

Who: Nux and the Red Fish crew
Broadcast: N/A
Action: S.S. Red Fish
When: Any night during his first few weeks!

[There are a lot of things Nux really likes about this new life on the Red Fish. Having clean water and food available on demand has already been an enormous luxury. Having a whole ship to play with is even better, even if it's under Zhas's command. He hasn't been sure what to make of the fact that he's been here for a while now and hasn't seemed to get any sicker, but he knows it's ultimately a good thing.

Furiosa had told him to live, and somehow, he is. He learns what it is to stop being hungry and thirsty all the time, he learns about clean. He even stops wearing his war paint.

He's also never had a space of his own before, though. There are probably some people who like that part, too, but when Nux tries to go to sleep cloistered away in his little bunk, the Red Fish suddenly feels very empty and very cold. Some nights, he can handle it. Others...

Well, there are nights those crew members that don't lock their doors might wake up to find a scarred-up, gangly bunch of limbs trying to curl up beside them.]

Comments

[mortalcoil]

[it's awkward for him to try and hold a conversation this close, but he's got a feeling that it would be far worse to have silence and stillness settling in its place. so, even though it's maybe an unnecessary question, he questioningly forms the sign for 'loud?'

it's pretty much pointing to his ear and then jostling his fists back and forth, so it could hint at any sort of chaos, really.]

[iamawaited]

[He hesitates, then shakes his head. It's not the lack of noise that bothers him, although that part doesn't help. It's just that feeling of being alone.]

Not that kind of quiet. You can go back to sleep.

[mortalcoil]

[he almost just refuses and shakes his head at that. he'd like to just tell him no.

instead, he waits. there's a problem here, and he's still trying to figure it out... because this sure isn't a concept that comes to him naturally.

he signs 'afraid?'--another rather obvious one, especially with the accompanying expression--because this is one of the only other things he can guess.]

[iamawaited]

[This one isn't hard at all to pick up, and Nux scowls instantly -- growls, even -- and lashes out to push warningly at Coil's shoulder.]

I'm not scared of anything.

[mortalcoil]

[and with how used to being growled at and knocked around he is on a regular basis, Coil's usual instinct is to just roll with it... but he's currently on-edge and trapped between a guy and a wall.

so, his instincts in this case is to immediately retaliate--elbowing out to push arms away from him, swatting right back at Nux.

they have truly reached a new level of productive communication.]

[iamawaited]

[Nux, they called him: a hard nut to crack. It's not easy to get him to back down, and he doesn't so much as try to now.

He likes Coil, but Coil swats at him, and he snaps back instantly, giving Coil a hard shove against the wall.]

[mortalcoil]

[Coil likes Nux too... and this has absolutely no bearing on the fact that he continues to fight. it's automatic, really. he doesn't even think about it before he pushes back.

Nux's arms are longer, and he's stuck cornered against the wall, so he has to jam a hand at the inside bend of his elbow--trying to get it to bend, shoving the limb away from him.]

[iamawaited]

[He snarls and shoves at him again with the other hand, then sits back -- not retreating, it's clear, but just regrouping, squinting irritably at Coil like he's not even sure what they're fighting about.]

I'm not scared.

[mortalcoil]

[he'll take any bit of space he can get, so he doesn't go after Nux again once he sits back.

he just breathes between his teeth in frustration and signs a pointed 'fine!' at him, which really doesn't look like a very nice gesture to begin with.]

[iamawaited]

[Now he doesn't even want to sleep here, Coil. He bares his teeth and snarls at him, though it's less menacing than it is a display of frustration.

...except he also still totally wants to stay here, and besides, he won. So after snarling, he lies down where he is, on his back, folding his arms across his skinny chest.]

[mortalcoil]

[Coil's jaw clenches tight at the snarl--both biting back the instinct to return the gesture with something, and being simply struck by the familiarity of it. even more than all the growling, it catches him a little bit.

and he'd expected Nux to get up and leave after that, really. but then he doesn't go anywhere. and Coil doesn't kick him off of the mattress, which is the other thing he'd expected to happen. he doesn't know why he decides not to.

instead, rolling with Nux's frustration and the way that it roils around without the willingness to take it very far, Coil flops over where he's at. on his crowded side of the bed, he rolls over onto his stomach and folds his arms under his chin. it doesn't buy him any extra room, but symbolically hiding his underbelly makes him feel a little less vulnerable.

maybe he can tolerate it like this. maybe.]