i. [hook or crook] distance, distance keeps you safe / and i don't wanna scare you away
[Martin isn't a very in-your-face sort of person when it comes to stealing or public disruption- he's absolutely more an 'arson' or 'quietly arrange some pieces until the dominos fall' kind of guy. But when fire isn't an option, he does know a thing or two about malicious compliance, and this is one of those days where he's using the fact that he looks sweet and harmless to his advantage.
To that end, his voice can be heard coming from nearby the trucks, where he looks plenty serene and the man he's talking to looks like his head is about to pop off. If you get closer, you'll probably hear their conversation.]
I'm so sorry, not to be a bother, truly--
No... it's fine, it's... I just can't find the paperwork--
Oh it's okay! I'm sure it's here, you just, y-you know, can't operate without valid insurance for every truck and should be able to provide those forms on request...
[The man he's speaking to only looks angrier. Might be worth it to step in and either help the conversation, encourage along the chaos, or stop someone from assaulting him. Your choice!]
ii. [comfortably numb] there's a lonliess you carry inside your heart / you gave it all to me to keep tearing you apart
[All things considered, Martin knows he's not above the influence of anything the Entities are going to put out- seeing as he got kidnapped in his first month and magically stuck in a sealskin, he knows logically that these things can and will hurt him if given the chance. But he runs his chances in holding the case, intending to inspect it but getting somehow... lost.
It's been a long time since Martin felt the comfort of not worrying, not feeling, getting to slip into the vice of stepping out of the spotlight. It's... nice. It's calming in a way he feels he'd forgotten, and why shouldn't he take this when he has it? It's his, after all, this thing, those emotions, that's who he is. And now this case is off the streets, which was his job, so... why does it matter where it goes?
He can be found anywhere within ADI, gripping the case in his hands and trying to make it back to his room at the housing block. People interacting may notice that he's somehow more distant than he's ever been, not just in feeling but in the experience of being nearby. You might even catch a stray puff of fog from his lips as he exhales, which would make sense if he was out in the cold- not so much inside in a building. But even as his hands start to bleed, the longer he has this thing the more he seems to slip away, stop making eye contact, and just try to get back to his room as quickly as possible.
Slapping it out of his hands is encouraged, all things considered. Someone should stop him, somehow, for the good of his minds and his soon-to-be-chewed hands.]
iii. [feed me kahlil] i'm looking out for you but i don't think you wanna be found... out
[Having been on the other end of a kidnapping, seeing someone being dragged in kicking, screaming, and almost crying is well... worrying, at best. Martin finds himself hovering around medical and nearby to the interrogation rooms, quietly listening, making small-talk with the guards there. His hands are wrapped up, making it obvious what he's been through, but it doesn't stop him from looking concerned any chance he gets.
Eventually, if you're close by, he'll lean over and pose a question.]
Do you think they're... going to let him out, after this? I don't know what anyone's even saying to him in there.
iv. [wildcard] so do what you do, what you do best / chase the only one you know couldn't care less
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martin | ota, will match format!
[Martin isn't a very in-your-face sort of person when it comes to stealing or public disruption- he's absolutely more an 'arson' or 'quietly arrange some pieces until the dominos fall' kind of guy. But when fire isn't an option, he does know a thing or two about malicious compliance, and this is one of those days where he's using the fact that he looks sweet and harmless to his advantage.
To that end, his voice can be heard coming from nearby the trucks, where he looks plenty serene and the man he's talking to looks like his head is about to pop off. If you get closer, you'll probably hear their conversation.]
I'm so sorry, not to be a bother, truly--
No... it's fine, it's... I just can't find the paperwork--
Oh it's okay! I'm sure it's here, you just, y-you know, can't operate without valid insurance for every truck and should be able to provide those forms on request...
[The man he's speaking to only looks angrier. Might be worth it to step in and either help the conversation, encourage along the chaos, or stop someone from assaulting him. Your choice!]
ii. [comfortably numb] there's a lonliess you carry inside your heart / you gave it all to me to keep tearing you apart
[All things considered, Martin knows he's not above the influence of anything the Entities are going to put out- seeing as he got kidnapped in his first month and magically stuck in a sealskin, he knows logically that these things can and will hurt him if given the chance. But he runs his chances in holding the case, intending to inspect it but getting somehow... lost.
It's been a long time since Martin felt the comfort of not worrying, not feeling, getting to slip into the vice of stepping out of the spotlight. It's... nice. It's calming in a way he feels he'd forgotten, and why shouldn't he take this when he has it? It's his, after all, this thing, those emotions, that's who he is. And now this case is off the streets, which was his job, so... why does it matter where it goes?
He can be found anywhere within ADI, gripping the case in his hands and trying to make it back to his room at the housing block. People interacting may notice that he's somehow more distant than he's ever been, not just in feeling but in the experience of being nearby. You might even catch a stray puff of fog from his lips as he exhales, which would make sense if he was out in the cold- not so much inside in a building. But even as his hands start to bleed, the longer he has this thing the more he seems to slip away, stop making eye contact, and just try to get back to his room as quickly as possible.
Slapping it out of his hands is encouraged, all things considered. Someone should stop him, somehow, for the good of his minds and his soon-to-be-chewed hands.]
iii. [feed me kahlil] i'm looking out for you but i don't think you wanna be found... out
[Having been on the other end of a kidnapping, seeing someone being dragged in kicking, screaming, and almost crying is well... worrying, at best. Martin finds himself hovering around medical and nearby to the interrogation rooms, quietly listening, making small-talk with the guards there. His hands are wrapped up, making it obvious what he's been through, but it doesn't stop him from looking concerned any chance he gets.
Eventually, if you're close by, he'll lean over and pose a question.]
Do you think they're... going to let him out, after this? I don't know what anyone's even saying to him in there.
iv. [wildcard] so do what you do, what you do best / chase the only one you know couldn't care less
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