The Loners.
Chapter Two - What Happened At The Food Drop
*Jinxx's Point Of View*
Another food drop. Another chance to get a few things to last me a few weeks. I glance down at my way too skinny body and my white hair falling on my shoulders. Everyone gathers and looks up in anticipation as the huge dump truck sized block of supplies starts getting lowered through the hole in the quad. It drops down and everyone makes a mad dash for it. I manage to get a hold of a can of raviolli and a couple other goodies before everything else is taken. I catch a glance at a girl whose walking off with an extremely beaten up Nightmare Before Christmas backpack. How have I not noticed her here before? I eye her long white hair and tattered black clothes with her worn out Converse high tops. She's a Scrap. Like me. I start to go over to her but I stop myself. I had no idea how she'd react to me. She may think I'm going to steal from her or something. I shrug to myself and I head over to a small empty closet that I could only hope was unoccupied. I see her again a the market the next day. The market was a hallway with classrooms but each room had now become each gang's "store". Of course money doesn't matter here, so we just trade. The Scraps don't really have a store. I saw her walking with a battered box of a five hundred count condoms and a large box of tampons. She walks into the Pretty One's shop, looking nervous but soon emerges looking triumphant with her backpack clinking with the familiar sound of tin cans. She walks off and I cautiously follow, watching as she navigates the filthy hallways. I catch up as she reaches an elavator shaft and I quickly hold my hands up as she's suddenly turned to me with a pocket knife pointed at me. Her lip curls back in a slight snarl as she looks at me. Us Scraps never really trust eachother. We're all half starved to death and willing to do almost anything to eat. "I-I didn't mean any harm." I say quickly, ninety percent sure that my fear was written all over my face. She doesn't lower the knife but looks curious. "I doubt it.." she says coldly as she edges towards the elavator. "Look," I say, thinking quickly. "I..I saw you at the food drop yesterday. You're phenomenal. I was just thinking maybe we should team up.. See, I'm not that bad myself.." I look at her carefully, prepared to duck, kick, punch, whatever it takes. To my shock, she very slowly lowers the knife.
*Maeve's Point Of View*
I was beyond shocked as I saw the male suddenly behind me. I knew I should just slice the knife across his throat, but something stopped me. He mentions teaming up and I bite my lip, thinking about it. I eye his body, lean and quick looking. This could work. "Alright.." I say finally. "We'll split it fifty-fifty." I say as I go towards the elavator again. "See you in two weeks?" I ask as I finally reach the edge. "W-Wait.." he says suddenly. "I never got your name... I'm Jeremy, by the way. But you can call me Jinxx." I smile slightly. "I'm Maeve." I say finally and I see him mouth it to himself a few times. I start down the small elavator. "Wait.." he says again and I stop, looking up at him again. "You live there?" he asks, looking curious. I nod cautiously. "Did you want to see?" I ask quietly and he nods a little as he slowly goes over to me. "Jump onto it from the ladder." I say as I make the small jump and I climb in through the emergency exit. I step away quickly just before he drops in beside me. I start lighting a few of the Pretty One's candles I got months ago alone with an old glass apple juice container filled with cooking oil and an old piece of fabric for a wick which gives of a frosted yellow light. I look at Jinxx in the dim light, just now taking in his bright blue eyes and his white hair, which falls in a fringe into his face. I resist the urge to push it away but he beats me to it. I lay across an old yoga mat. "Welcome to my humble abode." I say with a grin at him, making him smile slightly.
*Jinxx's Point Of View*
I couldn't help it as I smiled at her. She has an extremely infectious smile. I glance around in the dim light of the elavator. There wasn't much, but it was kind of cozy. A couple of yoga mats, a small pile of cans in the corner, her backpack, a little of this, a little of that. We started talking and a few hours later I had started to climb up the emergency exit again but she sits up suddenly. "I-I don't suppose you'd want to stay... Would you?" she asks shyly. I smile a little and slowly get back down as she spreads another yoga mat against hers. I lay beside her and I turn to her. She seems to hesitate before moving close to me and laying against me. She spreads a small blanket over us. "I-Is this okay?" she asks softly and she peers up at me. "Perfect.." I whisper back and I smile softly as she cuddles close, me wrapping my arms gently around her. She quickly falls asleep and I do too, comforted by the warmth of our bodies.
Another food drop. Another chance to get a few things to last me a few weeks. I glance down at my way too skinny body and my white hair falling on my shoulders. Everyone gathers and looks up in anticipation as the huge dump truck sized block of supplies starts getting lowered through the hole in the quad. It drops down and everyone makes a mad dash for it. I manage to get a hold of a can of raviolli and a couple other goodies before everything else is taken. I catch a glance at a girl whose walking off with an extremely beaten up Nightmare Before Christmas backpack. How have I not noticed her here before? I eye her long white hair and tattered black clothes with her worn out Converse high tops. She's a Scrap. Like me. I start to go over to her but I stop myself. I had no idea how she'd react to me. She may think I'm going to steal from her or something. I shrug to myself and I head over to a small empty closet that I could only hope was unoccupied. I see her again a the market the next day. The market was a hallway with classrooms but each room had now become each gang's "store". Of course money doesn't matter here, so we just trade. The Scraps don't really have a store. I saw her walking with a battered box of a five hundred count condoms and a large box of tampons. She walks into the Pretty One's shop, looking nervous but soon emerges looking triumphant with her backpack clinking with the familiar sound of tin cans. She walks off and I cautiously follow, watching as she navigates the filthy hallways. I catch up as she reaches an elavator shaft and I quickly hold my hands up as she's suddenly turned to me with a pocket knife pointed at me. Her lip curls back in a slight snarl as she looks at me. Us Scraps never really trust eachother. We're all half starved to death and willing to do almost anything to eat. "I-I didn't mean any harm." I say quickly, ninety percent sure that my fear was written all over my face. She doesn't lower the knife but looks curious. "I doubt it.." she says coldly as she edges towards the elavator. "Look," I say, thinking quickly. "I..I saw you at the food drop yesterday. You're phenomenal. I was just thinking maybe we should team up.. See, I'm not that bad myself.." I look at her carefully, prepared to duck, kick, punch, whatever it takes. To my shock, she very slowly lowers the knife.
*Maeve's Point Of View*
I was beyond shocked as I saw the male suddenly behind me. I knew I should just slice the knife across his throat, but something stopped me. He mentions teaming up and I bite my lip, thinking about it. I eye his body, lean and quick looking. This could work. "Alright.." I say finally. "We'll split it fifty-fifty." I say as I go towards the elavator again. "See you in two weeks?" I ask as I finally reach the edge. "W-Wait.." he says suddenly. "I never got your name... I'm Jeremy, by the way. But you can call me Jinxx." I smile slightly. "I'm Maeve." I say finally and I see him mouth it to himself a few times. I start down the small elavator. "Wait.." he says again and I stop, looking up at him again. "You live there?" he asks, looking curious. I nod cautiously. "Did you want to see?" I ask quietly and he nods a little as he slowly goes over to me. "Jump onto it from the ladder." I say as I make the small jump and I climb in through the emergency exit. I step away quickly just before he drops in beside me. I start lighting a few of the Pretty One's candles I got months ago alone with an old glass apple juice container filled with cooking oil and an old piece of fabric for a wick which gives of a frosted yellow light. I look at Jinxx in the dim light, just now taking in his bright blue eyes and his white hair, which falls in a fringe into his face. I resist the urge to push it away but he beats me to it. I lay across an old yoga mat. "Welcome to my humble abode." I say with a grin at him, making him smile slightly.
*Jinxx's Point Of View*
I couldn't help it as I smiled at her. She has an extremely infectious smile. I glance around in the dim light of the elavator. There wasn't much, but it was kind of cozy. A couple of yoga mats, a small pile of cans in the corner, her backpack, a little of this, a little of that. We started talking and a few hours later I had started to climb up the emergency exit again but she sits up suddenly. "I-I don't suppose you'd want to stay... Would you?" she asks shyly. I smile a little and slowly get back down as she spreads another yoga mat against hers. I lay beside her and I turn to her. She seems to hesitate before moving close to me and laying against me. She spreads a small blanket over us. "I-Is this okay?" she asks softly and she peers up at me. "Perfect.." I whisper back and I smile softly as she cuddles close, me wrapping my arms gently around her. She quickly falls asleep and I do too, comforted by the warmth of our bodies.
Notes
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Update
4/4/16