Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170203013433/@comment-31176275-20170205232814

Jimmy wasn't incredibly bothered by the desert. Most of California was pretty fucked, so he was kind of used to big, empty dust patches. He was, however, a little in question of the High Lama's judgement. They were fellow tourists, for sure, but he got the impression that these people weren't exactly here on vacation. Most of them seemed angry or at least mildly upset. He didn't know why and figured they probably had their reasons, but that didn't exactly make him any more comfortable to be around them. Tim seemed nice, at least, though the hockey mask made it kinda hard for Jimmy to look at him. Not in a "that's disgusting" kind of way, just in a "what the fuck am I supposed to be focusing on" kinda way. He was pretty sure that everyone else either was or looked very much like a killer, though.

Taking another drag of smooch, Jimmy unslung his rifle and fell into line behind the cowboy and the woman who could've been either his sister or his main squeeze. He couldn't tell which and he wasn't sure he wanted to ask, so he didn't and opted to just follow quietly for the time being.