#alt!oliver

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Driving Me Batty

sinisternocturne

He was trying to see what all was going on. It’s hard though. When you’re 12, an alternate, and also pretty bad with talking to people. That added with not paying proper attention to pretty much anything those told him. “Be safe!”, “Get to a safehouse!”, it wasn’t that important. Oliver wanted to see things for himself. So he was going to. He just needed to figure how exactly to do that.  Maybe this guy could help him. Give him an idea where on earth anything was. No matter the Oliver they have no sense of direction. Oliver went up to him and tapped on his arm. 

“Hey... Do you know here the train is...?” 

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I’m Not Like Other Olivers

strike-form

Oliver stumbled into this other Hive City. Surely it would carry a cast of colorful others. He’s pop in, set some fires, maybe get a coffee, then leave. Normal day for him really. As to the fate of either city, he didn’t care. Both can fall for all he cares. That’d certainly make for a good show.

The boy walked through the city terribly bored. This was a district covered in shops. Maybe picking things out of the stores would be good. There’s all sorts of cool things inside. Like lawn care equipment. Spotting a store he wanted into, Oliver looked at the door carefully. It said this place was currently closed. Perfect. He picked up one of their display plant pots, and threw it at the window to break it.

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Hey Blonde Haired Kid

ventorium

It was way too easy to get gasoline here. Exact methods were sketchy. But what else is to be expected? Matches were easier to find. Those made sense. Next part was to find something to set on fire. Something small for now would do. Like this trashcan. It was filled with all sorts of trash. Highly flammable trash. Unscrewing the water bottle cap, Oliver sprinkled the trash in gasoline. Then stroked one match, and threw it in. The fire grew a little slow, but got nice and big with time. 

“Nice....” 

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Abel to help?

bladeofseverance

Now he was getting hungry. Or hungry as a robot could. He wanted food. Like coffee, or a steak. But the question was where on earth he would get that. It takes money to buy it, and time to find it. Asking people was always easier. Just ask the person closest by. A person who seemed fairly normal happened to be closest. Slowly Oliver made his way closer and called out to them. 

“Hey... Where is a food place... Near here.....”