<strong>Name:</strong>Giga<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Town Hall<br/><strong>Summary:</strong>Reporting to Big Tim, Creeping On Maria<br/><strong>Tagged: </strong>Big Tim, Maria<br/><br/>Giga kept his blue eyes on Maria, looking intently at the pale woman's face. The more he stared the more his fixation grew, and the more he wanted her for himself. There was a part of Giga that rather despised the misuse the others put their captives through; despised how they failed to appreciate the nice things that they had in the crapsack world that, once used up, they might never, ever have again. His chest rose and fell steadily, his breathing shallow and relaxed. His gaze was steady and unblinking, and even if he was not leering at her charms like a lust-driven savage there was no escaping that his staring was untoward.<br/><br/><strong>"Cleared the first two houses across from here. One of them had that guy with the lame foot,"</strong>Giga gestured with his free hand towards the unconscious red-haired male he had trussed up and drug in. He reached into the pouch on his belt that he had stashed the peaches in. "Stairs had a tripwire on them; need Steve to disarm that shit. Found a few of these in the house, too. Not sure if it's still good; Old World stuff. Fuck, might not be food." The huge raider said, holding up the sealed metal container of peaches in heavy syrup for Big Tim's inspection. For all Giga knew it was not food, though his instincts told him it was: he had never in his life seen a fruit-bearing tree for real, and not an image from before, of the Old World that had now passed into dust and legend.<br/><br/><strong>"Second house has a still below ground. Had some jugs with some home-brew in them ready to get hauled up. Looked like heavy stuff. I can get on it if you want."</strong>The enormous raider finished, concluding everything he had to report about his action in the small town. The man's blue eyes never left the little red-head as he spoke in his deep, low voice. His voice lacked the overt dangerous theatricality of his outward appearance, but it lacked the calm menace of the elder raider that led the gang. In contrast, there was just something that Giga lacked compared to Big Tim, or Ricky, or Dom. It was missing from his eyes, too. Whatever it was, it set Giga apart from them in a distinctive way that made him as overtly dangerous as any of them, just in his own peculiar way. He shared it, somewhat, with Steve, when Steve got hard and heavy and into the real shit with bullets and blood and the red, red ultra-violence. But even then it was not the same. It gripped Giga more fully than it ever did Steve, and for Giga, there was no renouncing it to the sanity of intelligence.<br/><br/>There was a pause, and Giga turned his gaze away from Maria to look to Big Tim. Even though Giga was a foot taller and so much heavier than the older raider, it was always Big Tim in Giga's mind, and really, that was where it mattered most.<strong>"I want the red haired girl, boss. For mine and mine alone."</strong>He said, with all due respect and deference to the older raider. Not that Giga was ever disrespectful to his leader, but now it was especially pronounced, as it always was when he made his incredibly infrequent direct requests.<strong>"Can I have her, please?"</strong>