[Din hated this place already. Walking through a door into a room full of guys in lab coats. Stripping him of his armor, and most importantly his helmet, had not gone over well. Fighting them for all he had, probably leaving more than a few broken noses and bones, and a trashed room. He didn't have any of his weapons either, so had to improvise. At least until they'd some how managed to subdue him. In the end, they'd given him at least the helmet back, looking away as he put it back on. He didn't know which was worse, being stripped of the armor, or that they took it further by putting some mark on his neck.
He'd made quick work to get to whatever residence he'd been assigned, to find the rest of the armor there. Now...now he was on the train, if he was stuck here, he might as well get the layout of the city. With his mark well covered by armor and flight suit, it's hard to tell what he is. He hasn't taken a seat, instead standing by one of the poles near the door, restless fingers tapping on it every once in a while. His visored gaze staring around at the subs and doms, and frowning under the helmet at how some subs are treated.]
RAIN RAIN
[Din at first had not thought much about the falling rain. With the armor and suit, it was usually little more than a nuisance. Even if uncomfortable after a while. That is, until he suddenly felt drops on his hands]
Dank ferric. [The curse word escaped him, as he realized the rain was some how dissolving even the Beskar. He's quick to find shelter before it dissolves too much. He's leaned against the side of whatever shelter he's found, one hand gripping just above the elbow of the other, seemingly content to wait the rain out, rather than bargain for one of the precious umbrellas.]
STICKY FINGERS
Hey! [As much as he hates this place, he's not going to just standby and watch theft play out in front of him. Specially with such brutality. The yell had been the only warning that the would be thieves got, before Din moved in, intending to fight them, and take the stolen umbrellas back. He might not be armed, but he knew his way around hand to hand combat well, and probably looked quite impressive.]
Din Djarin | The Mandalorian/Star Wars | Submissive
[Din hated this place already. Walking through a door into a room full of guys in lab coats. Stripping him of his armor, and most importantly his helmet, had not gone over well. Fighting them for all he had, probably leaving more than a few broken noses and bones, and a trashed room. He didn't have any of his weapons either, so had to improvise. At least until they'd some how managed to subdue him. In the end, they'd given him at least the helmet back, looking away as he put it back on. He didn't know which was worse, being stripped of the armor, or that they took it further by putting some mark on his neck.
He'd made quick work to get to whatever residence he'd been assigned, to find the rest of the armor there. Now...now he was on the train, if he was stuck here, he might as well get the layout of the city. With his mark well covered by armor and flight suit, it's hard to tell what he is. He hasn't taken a seat, instead standing by one of the poles near the door, restless fingers tapping on it every once in a while. His visored gaze staring around at the subs and doms, and frowning under the helmet at how some subs are treated.]
RAIN RAIN
[Din at first had not thought much about the falling rain. With the armor and suit, it was usually little more than a nuisance. Even if uncomfortable after a while. That is, until he suddenly felt drops on his hands]
Dank ferric. [The curse word escaped him, as he realized the rain was some how dissolving even the Beskar. He's quick to find shelter before it dissolves too much. He's leaned against the side of whatever shelter he's found, one hand gripping just above the elbow of the other, seemingly content to wait the rain out, rather than bargain for one of the precious umbrellas.]
STICKY FINGERS
Hey! [As much as he hates this place, he's not going to just standby and watch theft play out in front of him. Specially with such brutality. The yell had been the only warning that the would be thieves got, before Din moved in, intending to fight them, and take the stolen umbrellas back. He might not be armed, but he knew his way around hand to hand combat well, and probably looked quite impressive.]