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 Noah just stared at the kid for a few seconds. Who the fuck hadnât heard of a porno? Let alone a guy? âNo, I havenât. Iâm not that kind of an actor.â
Michael stared right back at him, taking a break from eating, allowing it to settle. His stare was very neutral, as he usually always was. "I don't know a lot of things." He admitted in a quiet way. "What kind of actor are you? Do you take people too?"
"Thank you." Was all he said when Michael took the sandwich and began to devour it. Noah couldn't help but watch him closely wondering what his story was. He seemed...off. "Caleb? What did he say exactly?"
Michael shot an odd look at Noah but it was fleeting. He wasn't sure why he was thanking him. Gulping down the first bites he said. "He wouldn't tell me what a porno was, so I asked if you had done one, and he said to ask you."
Noah sighed and let his head against the wall. "Because you keep quiet and is hate to get a new cell mate who jacks off ever other minute?" He stated. Closing his eyes it was quiet for a moment before snapping them back open at the question. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Are you mocking me?"
Michael stopped his fidgeting and slowly looked up to Noah at an angle. In a moment he faced him completely and the sandwich looked far more appealing. Reaching out he took it and sunk into it, taking a bite at a time and savoring. He ignored the pang of guilt in his chest, reminding him that he should be dead. "I told Caleb I'd ask." He muttered around a bite.
Xavier stumbled in the dark when he got shoved into the cell by a guard. He clutched tightly to the bag of supplies heâd been granted and turned to glare at the guard but could see nothing without a flash light. âFuck,â he muttered under his breath. The dark would do nothing to help with his night terrors and he didnât know who else would be with him in this room⊠he could only hope that someone wouldnât stab him in his sleep.
He found a vacant corner and started to unpack the cot heâd received as best he could. Afterwards he sat down on it and went through his pockets, making sure that the cigarettes and lighter heâd received were still there, luckily they were.
Taking a deep breath to try and calm his heartbeat he reached into the pack, flipping the third cig from the right out of habit before taking one of the others and slotting it between his lips. He then grabbed his lighter and lit up, temporarily blinded by the flame, but thankful for the smoke that filled his lungs. He then leant back against the wall and let out a deep sigh, watching as the embers glowed red in the dark.
The storm raged on and Michael hadn't moved. He had his few supplies but wasn't certain what to do with them. Not out of ignorance, but out of guilt. He could hear so many hobble around the basement, cursing, scared, but Michael wasn't one of them. He stayed silent, as he always was when others weren't encouraging a discussion, and the darkness was familiar to him from days passed. At times a flashlight would flicker and he'd get a blink to view his surroundings, it hurt his eyes from the sudden adjustment.
Michael felt someone settle down close to his spot, and they began to snore. He didn't want to put up with that and so he decided he should move on. He crawled slowly, the supplies on his back, and a memory of the last flicker of a torch he had to rely on. Then there was a dim red color in the distance and he saw the mold of a familiar face. One he didn't know the name of.Â
He soon enough approached, on his hands and knees, and three feet away he whispered, "It's Michael." He gulped, realizing that wouldn't be enough, "Ruby... Ruby was my friend, we talked."
Noah watched as Michael glanced at the sandwich several times and he couldn't help but wonder what was going on through his head. Would he take it? Or would he turn away? When he glanced back down to the ground he sighed. "Look, just take it, Michael. There is barely enough to feed us and you already look like skin and bones. Please."
Michael drew in his dry lower lip and continued to fidget in his way, wishing some mundane action would work as an excuse for him avoiding Noah all together. "Why do you care... all of the sudden?" He asked, honestly confused. Then he remembered, "Have you done pornography?"
 "⊠Doesnât sound like it." he said quietly. He wanted to ask the other more questions, but knew that would be stepping over too many lines.
Michael nodded, wondering what difference it made by telling others. It never made him feel any better about it. What he knew was human nature was a fickle bitch. You like to believe you'd give your life for the one person you love, but instinct is stronger than love. "I hope you survive though. Have you gotten supplies?"
 Xavier blinked at the other for a short moment before finding words. â⊠who is âherâ?â
"Ruby... She was my friend." He said. "I killed her to survive, but it wasn't worth it."
 "I donât care. I want to know why you think you deserve to die more than everyone else in this joint.."
Michael took a moment and gulped, trying to decide if he should say anything. "My parents are on death row... I should be too, or... my parents should have chose me instead of her."
 Okay. That was it.. Xavier was officially classing this guy as a not job, He shot him a look that basically said âwhat the fuckâ before shaking his head and looking away. âWhatever you sayâŠâ
Michael blinked, confused as to why the stranger was upset. "Why do you care...?" He asked, looking down. "If we all deserve to die... like you said."
 Xavier couldnât help but roll his eyes at the other. âSo why do you deserve to die?âÂ
"Because..." He immaturely mutters, not sure why he should share information with this stranger. "Not everyone deserves it." Michael adds.
 "No, I didnât mean it like that⊠What I meant wasâ You say you deserve to die because of what you did, right? So why should anyone else in here deserve to live?"
He hesitates. "We'll all die someday, but it's not for me to say who deserves it sooner, I just know myself. I don't know about others..."
 "If you go by that mentality then I donât think anyone deserves the food"
"Everyone? You think the storm with destroy this place?"
Good. That makes it easier to do my business, then.
It's a group... And I keep your things.
Good God. Do you even know what youâre signing up for?
No......... Sorry.
If Hampton tries to teach you anything else, you come to me. Understood? Consider yourself a temporary member of Nevermore. If youâre capable of keeping up and continue to show your loyalty, youâll be a full pledged member. I however, am not the only one that makes that decision. Itâs a vote. If I say yes and my brother no? You donât get in. As for the store room, good. That means weâll be able to place things in there when we need to keep the contraband out of our cells.
Mm. Ok. ... Nevermore? Alright, I understand, that's good. Yeah, I'll keep whatever you want, it'll be safe.
 "And youâd rather be dead than have to live with a little less food?"
"I deserve it. The food should go to others."
"What the hell has you saying shit like that?"
"They said the storm's gonna be really bad. Then the rationing..."
