( there's no mark on his neck, but there is a deep scowl that twists his lips down, furrows his brows. arms cross over julian's chest but his hands--abruptly end, one more up his forearm and one down at the wrist. his hands still rest where they would if they weren't--metal prosthetics attached to nothing though. julian keeps his eyes focused out the window of the train, and when he sees something particularly outrageous outside of it, he opens his mouth.

loudly exclaims, )

What the hell is that supposed to be? Seriously.

( julian likes to wander. to get a good feel of the entire place, rather than just stick to the nicer side he's been assigned to. which would have been fine, given no one seems to give a shit where he goes--except he wanders into the Down while it's raining, gets caught in it, and ends up in the elevator leading back to the Up covered in marks. from angry red lines where he'd been trying to scratch the itch away to
the rashes covering his arms. he hisses under his breath, shoves his back up against the wall to try and get rid of the itch there while scratching at his arms, neck, any visible surface not covered by fabric.

if one catches him after he gets out of the elevator, he's--wandering in the rain of the Up towards the dominant housing doing much of the same: running hands over his skin, using forearms to scratch at his neck, cursing under4 his breath while he tries to get the fuck to his place before this starts driving him nuts. )

un: HELLION

Any other mutants here?