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@stubborn-broken-bones
That doesn’t really seem like gang activity to me, it just sounds like a bunch of teenage bullshit… Like how it is everywhere else.
I moved towns a month ago. That’s where I came from.
I don't really know what teenage bullshit is, but you're probably right.
They don't really fight or anything, I was told that stopped after the orphan girls moved in.
“Hi,” Daze said softly, approaching the older girl. She could barely make out her face in the dim lighting. “Long time no see,” she said, trying to smile. She could hear the pipes leaking above her, and the rats scurrying on the floor. It felt new though, and scary. Daze had locked herself away for a long time, in her secret hiding spot behind the wood by the girls’ dorm. She had only come out for food and maybe to take a shower. The tunnels had been unexplored by Daze for a long while. She had neglected them, while grieving Delilah.
“Where are you staying?” she asked curiously, pulling out a cigarette. “Want one?” Daze liked to share, and she wanted to get rid of them so she would feel acomplished at getting back to her old self. Cigarettes didn’t relieve her anxiety anymore, fights didn’t appeal to her, the guys would think she was such a wimp if they saw her now.
Bones looked to the ceiling, thinking of something to say. "Mhm, it's nice to see a familiar face." She replied in a distant voice. Daze looked better since the last time she saw her, she looked fresher, more alive. Almost like a normal teenage girl, if you could cast your glance away from her muscles and scars.
"I've just been.." Thinking for a minute she slowly knitted her brows together, she hadn't really been paying attention to what she had been doing, "I had been sharing a room with Wiz, but I haven't been there in a long while. I've just been walking until I need to sleep and finding a place, I guess." Clearing her throat she looked at the cigarette, shaking her head no. At least something about her hadn't changed or been broken, she still didn't want to make herself anymore weak. "How have things been?"
A Lack of Understanding - The Vaccines.
Right…
So what is it these “gangs” do?
Drugs, booze and pretty girls, mostly.
At least that's mostly what I've learned from being here. Where'd you come from?
@Bones and Daze
Daze ran down the tunnels, shaking her hair out of her face, and trying her best not to cry. Her sneakers padded against the concrete, and her curls blew behind her gracefully. She felt a tightness in her chest, a weight on her shoulders. She only wanted to find someone who felt the same way, or at least close to the same way. Daze was getting better, she cried less, she tried to go out and do things that she used to enjoy. She was trying, she was trying her hardest. She only hoped that “God” or whomever watched over her, if anyone really did, would make the pain fade soon.
“Bones! Bones, you down here?” she yelled, cupping her hands around her mouth. Daze needed to talk to her, to know she wasn’t alone. She was hoping Bones would feel the same way, but she was a trained assasin, so it was unlikely, but it was worth a shot.
Bones lurked in the shadows of the tunnels, unsure of what to do with herself. There was hardly a craving for murder for once, after she had witnessed the small girl being shot something in her felt different, something made her recoil at the sight of blood. There was no thirst. She had tried to kill a man a few days beforehand, she saw him slap his wife hard across the cheek and took that as an excuse to kill him. Bones had dragged him into a dark alleyway, had her knife pressed up against his throat, but there was no adrenaline rush, no feeling of power as he choked calls of help, nothing. She had hardly felt anything. It had dawned on her that the only thing she was good at she couldn't bring herself to do anymore.
She turned a corner, skimming her fingertips lightly against the walls of the tunnels. “Bones! Bones, you down here?” A familiar voice called on her. Whipping her head around to face the direction of the voice she squinted into the darkness, waiting for the girl to reach her before turning around. "Daze," Bones lowered her chin, staring straight at her with pensive eyes, "Hello."
Bones, huh? That’s a unique name.
There’s gangs around here? That must be some kind of joke, right?
Hm.
You'd think so, wouldn't you? There's the Undergrounds, the Jets and the Casanovas.
I don’t know, it’s okay.
You new here?
Yeah, new…
My name’s Effy.
Well, I'm Bones. So, are you in a gang, or are you just a wanderer, like me?
So...
This place is interesting…
I don't know, it's okay.
You new here?
alt-J - Breezeblocks
please don't go
please don't go
i love you so
Before she could react Bones was being kissed, and part of her wanted to fight against Cloud and tell him to go home, and the other part of her eased herself into the kiss as her back hit against the wall of the dorm. There was no fight in her...
"Goodbye, Baby,” She swallowed hard, a little dazed. Unable to show emotion in her vacant eyes she looked away from him as he left, she wondered if they would meet again. The room now filled with an empty silence she took a small step towards Wiz, unsure of what to say. She didn't need to apologize, did she? It wasn't like they were together or anything.
Just as she opened her mouth to speak the door burst open again, "What the-" Another Casanova had came crashing into the room, the man breaking anything in his path had swooped up Wiz, reminding her of some sort of tornado. Anger taking over her she cried out, "Put him down!" and held her blade tight in her hand. If she tried to stop him by getting in his way she would only end up like Wiz.
Two knocks startled her, making her clench her fists and frown.
Visitors? She never got visitors.
Don’t let them in.
Let them in.
No.
Yes.
Don’t.
At war with herself she wrapped her fingers around her Gurkha knife and lifted...
Before she could react Bones was being kissed, and part of her wanted to fight against Cloud and tell him to go home, and the other part of her eased herself into the kiss as her back hit against the wall of the dorm. There was no fight in her left, she was certain of that.
As Cloud broke the kiss Bones hid behind her hair, her green eyes flashing from behind the strands of brunette. “I hate you,” She exhaled hard, keeping her gaze upon his shoulder, looking at his eyes was as uncomfortable as staring at two bloody bullets.
"The feeling is mutual." She choked out, her voice barely audible. Although she didn't really hate him, she had decided that she couldn't make herself appear weak in front of this new Cloud.
Bones raised her gaze to his face, her breaths a little shaky. Her throat closed up a little when her eyes met Wiz, "I..Wiz? Wiz." She breathed, swallowing hard and unsure of how to react to his arrival. Had he been there the whole time? Did he come with Cloud or something? He looked baffled, suggesting that he had seen it all.
Jake Bugg - Fire.
A single earring hung on one ear and a faded tattered jean jacket was draped around his chiseled frame, and as he walked, he exuded an air of carelessness. He looked pale in the waning darkness, his hair as dark as the night sky hanging in his eyes, loosely framing his face. He made no effort to...
Two knocks startled her, making her clench her fists and frown.
Visitors? She never got visitors.
Don't let them in.
Let them in.
No.
Yes.
Don't.
At war with herself she wrapped her fingers around her Gurkha knife and lifted herself from her bed, not letting one floorboard creak. With a deep breath she looked down at herself. She was in her assassin-suit, as she called it, her black shirt and dark trousers that gripped at her skin but and didn't make a sound as she moved. The scars on her arms and ankles were prominent. Quickly tying up her hair she moved swiftly to the door, opening it ajar and flashing a green eye through the crack.
She felt like someone had just punched her in the stomach.
Cloud. Exhaling heavily she tightened the muscles in her jaw and slowly creaked open the door. "My god, it's you." She said rather apathetically, no expression or tone in her voice. Keeping her foot stubbornly behind the door to keep him from pushing it open she sniffed, "What do you want?" Something about him didn't look like Cloud. Not the Cloud that threw her first birthday party, he was.. different. The light had fled from his eyes.
Wiz&Bones ||
Carefully she pulled herself from the cold train tracks, she lifted her shirt up just past her stomach and ran her fingers over the scars, each were like braille across her skin, reading out her past. She wish she knew how bad she looked. She could feel her hair was a tangled mess that stuck out everywhere, her eyes and cheekbones felt sunken when she ran her fingertips across her face. She removed an apple she had stolen and began to chew on it, it probably wasn't great for her stomach, but she didn't care. Her phone vibrated in her other pocket, she pulled the thing out and stared blankly at the screen. One new text from Wiz.
moor yn ni
She raised her brows before it clicked, "In my room."
Hurrying down the tunnels she approached his room, she knocked hard thrice, crossing her arms tightly across her chest and waiting for him.
