Well, Jesus Christ, I’m alone again
So what did you do those three days you were dead?
Cause this problem’s gonna last more than the weekend
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Well, Jesus Christ, I’m alone again
So what did you do those three days you were dead?
Cause this problem’s gonna last more than the weekend
“I’m down, let’s go.”
Jude adjusted his gloves before flexing his fists a bit. He glanced around to be sure they were alone -- the last thing he wanted was for more people to contract the urge to tag along. Expeditions like these were best keep tight-knit and operational. Two was functional, but three would quickly be a crowd. “You got a game plan?” he asked casually, twirling his pocket knife around his fingers before tucking it away into his pocket. “We head about three miles outside our usual radius and we’ll hit some rare finds.” He wasn’t about to disclose how he’d come about this information, but Jude had no qualms revealing the info itself, especially to Rory. The other boy was trustworthy enough. “You know what you’re looking for otherwise?” Of course, this food mission was for the good of the entire community... But Jude would pass it off as if the needs of the group weren’t his primary concern. It was far easier not to associate with rules of conduct when it came to these things.
“I kinda like it here…I love the tree’s and the flowers. It’s really pretty.”
“Trees and flowers, huh? The world isn’t a pretty place. But you’ve got commendable optimism; I’ll give you that.”
“That is why I’m saying none of us should go out alone.. They could snatch us up and others would never know. I’m not opposed to heading out either if you or someone goes with me.”
“They’d have to send their best to get me. Doubt they’d have it in them to expend that much energy anyway. Hm... Let’s go with or someone, unless you’re keen on snatching something besides the boring shit we’re stuck with. A few extra hours and we could probably score something good for once.”
The raven-haired boy cleared his throat as he leaned against a tree just mere feet from the small clearing he’d been headed for. One that was clearly... occupied. His features were cloaked in midnight darkness, though the milky moonlight accentuated his blue irises and rosy lips. “If you’d kindly explain what you’re doing in my spot, that’d be absolutely dandy.” Jude had used this excuse at countless locations all over The Graveyard, but he was too concerned with evading sleep to consider that perhaps some individuals had begun to detect the ongoing trend. His hands curled into loose fists, his fingerless leather gloves pulling taught against scarred knuckles. It wasn’t a threat by any means, but rather an act desperate to call itself leisurely; an attempt ease the tension that had been tightening in his chest ever since he’d awoken from another dreadful dream.
“Haha, I’m not going alone plus that’s against the rules. If you go out there alone that is just idiotic…”
“Rules are what almost got us used for parts, you forget that? No point in ‘em. But hey, I’m not opposed to heading out for some grub... If I get a good divide.”
“It’s way too hot today, can’t the sun just leave? I’m literally burning..”
“Sun leaves, I leave. So let’s hope red’s your color, hm?”
“So if I fuck someone in one of these planes, does that make me a member of the mile high club? Or does it have to be in the air for that to count? If I’m gonna be here ‘till I’m twenty-five, it’d be nice to cross some things off my bucket list.”
“I don’t fuckin’ know. What kind of a question is this? ...I guess it depends on who you’re fucking and how imaginative they’re willing to get with the story. Gotta admit though, now I’m kind of interested to hear what other kind of outlandish bullshit you’ve got on this bucket list of yours.”
“I ate the last banana so I really think we should be going on a food run soon..”
“Don’t you mean you should be going on a food run soon? Not my doing; not my problem. Pretty sure I can live without bananas.”
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