The night seemed like such an appropriate time to begin a new life. No real closure, overall emptiness, and a sneaking suspicion that no one would really care to bother him. Hackjob gazed around rather unbothered, unhurried, and rather unimpressed in general. It never really mattered what brought you to a knew place, did it? Some people fled from their homes for freedom. For the taste of a life they knew full and well they were never going to attain chained to the place where their deepest ties and secrets were held. Some people left because they were restless. Some left to chase their dreams, to attain everything in life they knew they were destined to achieve. The worst of it all was, some left for love. Those ignorant, blinded fools would actually chase love anywhere it went. Hackjob, of course, would never be that foolish. Or so he told himself. The truth was she was always grasping tightly to the back of his mind. Many times he found himself forgetting to breathe, or walking for miles and miles at a time without noticing his surroundings.



You see, he'd been dissociating from place to place since her. And although most found him to be horribly boring, annoying and dull even, he simply could not find it in himself to care anymore. In fact, he'd all but forgotten what emotions felt like in general. His dappled green skin flinched as a twig slapped his body, and as he finally started surveyed his surroundings, he was made suddenly aware that it was indeed, spring. He paused briefly, eyes rolling upwards as he tried to recall how long exactly he'd been walking. How far back he'd left her. But the months meant nothing and his eyes were beginning to flutter from exhaustion.


Wherever the hell he was, his past did not seem to be present. As if suddenly waking from a dream of falling, his whole body twitching, he realized he was not walking alone. Hackjob was unsure if he had been following her, the dancing figure. He wasn't sure exactly what drew him in, probably the fact that he never learned from his mistakes and had no real concept of proper social etiquette. Yet, even with his knees were beginning to stiffen, he trudged forward. She seemed youthful, and without her glowing mane and tail she was nearly invisible. 

"Hi, hello there."

The words came out unnaturally and subconsciously. A brief cringe, as he drew closer. Part of him hoped she would ignore him. Afterall, a stranger creeping from the shadows probably wasn't what she came searching for. The other part hoped she might be able to inform him as to where exactly he was. Regardless, he paused to see if she might just turn around, trying to breath and compose himself.

ooc: sorry part of this was recycled from my first post with him. I am so so rusty and haven't done this in years so please bare with me!

Whether he was dismayed or pleased, he watched with curiosity as she took in his frame. He reprimanded himself yet again slipping from the darkness in a rather discomforting manner. His mother has always taught him not to talk to strangers. Her voice, her very being seemed so far removed from him now. Her velvety, warming voice was now trapped so deep in his mind that trying to recall it only caused him sorrow. But he remembered she taught him never to talk to strangers. Sometimes, he wished he had headed her warning. She was a stranger. A horrifyingly, intoxicating siren who lured him in with the promise of love. For years, it felt real. His heart had been so full that his chest surely would burst open to make more room. She was the single most important thing in his life, until she became the catalyst for it's demise. 

Her voice came back so clearly, no matter how forcefully he shoved it down. Crisp, cheerful, smooth, the kind of voice you could trust. When you love someone like that, that deeply, their flaws cease to exist. Their words always ring true, even when they're laced with venom and deceit. He was unaware that he had drifted off again, his eyes blurring as he retreated into the void that was life before now. It was all gone, so why could he not harness his anger to push through? Why was he constantly yearning for what used to be.

 
Inhaling deeply, he tilted his head slightly in the direction of the stranger before him. "Hello...", her words lingered. After not hearing another speak for god knows how long, he was surprised to be so soothed by them. Her single word was soft, beautiful. Internally, he scolded himself for even thinking that. Had he learned nothing of romanticizing strangers?

"I uh, I'm sorry if I startled you..." He began hesitantly. Though his frame was a little larger, he tried cocking his back leg and relaxing his shoulders to seem small. He had already sprouted from darkness with no real reason for disturbing her, the least he could do was attempt to be polite about it. Polite. Another thing he had not attempted in quite some time. "My name is Hackjob," a brief pause as his gray eyes observed her body language. "Is there something I may call you?"