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Don't be shocked by the tone of my voice
After spending more than twenty-four hours in the air, Jamison "Junkrat" Fawkes had his fill of sitting still three times over. Thanks to delays between connecting flights, even layovers barely gave a moment's chance to stretch legs. And sure, he could do that on the plane...but even though they didn't have enough room to provide for Jamie-Zoomies, they certainly had enough booze for it. Doctor Rutledge's orders.
This does not stop him from leaning over to stretch the back of his legs as they wait for their baggage to come down the conveyor belt. Most people would be content at touching their toes, but Junkrat spreads his legs shoulder-width apart to tuck his head between his calf and prosthetic, hands grasping at his ankles (or rather where his ankle would be if he still had his right leg.) While he starts with a discontented expression, he immediately brightens up when a young kid catches him in the act, pointing at him and tugging at his mother's arm, loudly asking her to "look at what that guy's doing." Junkrat waves with his other prosthetic, remaining in his upside-down position until the mother decides that she's appalled at her son's rudeness, tugging him away and giving him the task to watch for his own suitcase.
"Aw, shame."
Junkrat straightens up when he hears a heavy thump at his side, indicating to him that Roadhog's found his half of the luggage. Only the keenest of eyes would notice that it's a really peculiar suitcase: it's brand new, with minimal scuffs that were all sustained in this latest trip, and it's full of trinkets, stickers, and souvenirs harkening to different places in the world, as if he'd been a globetrotter for decades.
But he'd never been to a single one. They were all places he wanted to go, an effective bucket list of travel destinations that he'd ordered all that memorabilia from on the internet. The truth is, he'd never spent a single minute outside of Perth, or the behemoth infrastructure that separated and protected Australia's westmost city from the omnic-infested Outback: Junkertown.
When Junkrat was a fledgling on the front lines, positioned as a mecha mechanic on the same platoon as Roadhog, he'd accomplished something in a single day that it took months for anyone else to do: get the fearsome Mako Rutledge to open up. If all these bots died today, where would you go? It's a conversation that never really stopped. When Overwatch came to aid Junkertown, that hypothetical became as reality as it was ever going to. With outside powers bolstering the Junkertown front, the two organizations realized there was much to be learned from each others' tactics. Junkrat and Roadhog were the first to volunteer, having climbed the ranks high enough to compete for the operative exchange; they would've been fools not to see the opportunity.
"Alrighty," he commands, pulling up the handle on his luggage once Roadhog's shows up too. "Let's see if our ride's shown up."
This does not stop him from leaning over to stretch the back of his legs as they wait for their baggage to come down the conveyor belt. Most people would be content at touching their toes, but Junkrat spreads his legs shoulder-width apart to tuck his head between his calf and prosthetic, hands grasping at his ankles (or rather where his ankle would be if he still had his right leg.) While he starts with a discontented expression, he immediately brightens up when a young kid catches him in the act, pointing at him and tugging at his mother's arm, loudly asking her to "look at what that guy's doing." Junkrat waves with his other prosthetic, remaining in his upside-down position until the mother decides that she's appalled at her son's rudeness, tugging him away and giving him the task to watch for his own suitcase.
"Aw, shame."
Junkrat straightens up when he hears a heavy thump at his side, indicating to him that Roadhog's found his half of the luggage. Only the keenest of eyes would notice that it's a really peculiar suitcase: it's brand new, with minimal scuffs that were all sustained in this latest trip, and it's full of trinkets, stickers, and souvenirs harkening to different places in the world, as if he'd been a globetrotter for decades.
But he'd never been to a single one. They were all places he wanted to go, an effective bucket list of travel destinations that he'd ordered all that memorabilia from on the internet. The truth is, he'd never spent a single minute outside of Perth, or the behemoth infrastructure that separated and protected Australia's westmost city from the omnic-infested Outback: Junkertown.
When Junkrat was a fledgling on the front lines, positioned as a mecha mechanic on the same platoon as Roadhog, he'd accomplished something in a single day that it took months for anyone else to do: get the fearsome Mako Rutledge to open up. If all these bots died today, where would you go? It's a conversation that never really stopped. When Overwatch came to aid Junkertown, that hypothetical became as reality as it was ever going to. With outside powers bolstering the Junkertown front, the two organizations realized there was much to be learned from each others' tactics. Junkrat and Roadhog were the first to volunteer, having climbed the ranks high enough to compete for the operative exchange; they would've been fools not to see the opportunity.
"Alrighty," he commands, pulling up the handle on his luggage once Roadhog's shows up too. "Let's see if our ride's shown up."