titus.
The air felt dry and grating in Titus's throat as he breathed in testily, his raw lips stinging slightly. He drew a finger across them absently, his brow furrowing, and was poised to crunch a plastic bottle under his boot, glancing at it. He knelt down quickly, though, and picked it up, shaking it. It contained a tiny, moon-hued sliver of water, sliding around the circular bottom of the half-crushed container. He smirked, and reached into his small messenger bag by his hip, hoisting out a jar of water that was screwed tightly, filled up less than half full. He wrenched the top open and poured in the bottle's contents carefully. He lifted up the jar to observe the water quietly, watching the glassy fragments of debris, dirt, and anything else spiraling with the rotation of the water. He waited until it became still, watching the surface settle. Tiny living beings are held inside of this water, he thought wryly, lowering it down and shaking it roughly. Bacteria. He was stopped by a burly, thick boy that looked a few years younger than him along the way, who simpered up at him."Rich folks like you don't need water." He said in a rather pompous tone of voice, his two friends shouldering their way to stand on both sides of the boy. Titus paused, raising an eyebrow, and stepped back a little, raising his head to look at the sky and sighing languidly. He lazily shifted his eyes to look at the kid, irritation glimmering outwardly in them.
".....Go away, you little @#$%." He said breezily at last, about to pass them when the boy lunged at him, gritting his yellow teeth in anger, his arm pulling back to punch Titus. Titus caught his fist and whirled around, slamming him to the broken-down metal building across from them violently."WHAT DID I SAY?" He said in a freezing voice, his hazel-blue eyes meeting the kid's brown ones. The attacker said nothing, his face struggling to smooth from its distorted position, mouth faltering words that didn't come out. Titus slammed him again, his eyes growing wild."What..." He ripped him off of the metal wall, clenching his collar tightly-"...Did I say?" He finished, his voice lowering, an eerily calm tone going over him.
"What did-Oh...I..I-" The boy struggled and staggered back clumsily, Titus's clenched grip loosening and allowing to release him unexpectedly. Titus flashed a half-grin to the boy, and took out his jar of water, flinging it to him sharply. The boy caught it, stunned. "There. Take it, drink it, pour it out, whatever."He said in a matter-of fact tone, and then walked away.
He made his way through the street and turned his head to a small pit of dirt that seemed to be empty. There was an old, rusted shovel laying by it. He observed it, and saw that the hilt heavily rusted and crushed, like someone had stepped on it. He shrugged and picked it up anyway, kneeling down and getting to work at digging out the rock-hard, dusty soil. He scooped out more and more until he almost had some kind of a pit, and reached a hand down to touch the bottom of it. The dirt was much cooler now, which meant that water was not far below it. He started on digging some more, and finally feeling a jolt go through his shovel as he struck the bedrock. He made a small tch sound of annoyance, and cleaned the cool soil from the rock quickly, picking a handful of the dirt and squeezing it tightly above the nozzle of another plastic container. A meager drip of water began to form slowly from it, running down his palm and dripping into the bottle slowly but surely. When he was finished he screwed the top shut and scowled at the tiny amount that went in, hardly even a mouthful. A mouthful is good enough. He thought listlessly, and stood up, trudging out of the pit.
Titus stepped into the wide lawn spread before him, the dry grass underfoot crackling as he slid a boot across it. He flung his head up and felt the sun beam harshly on his tanned face, his eyes narrowing to squints in the brightness. He never really minded the sun; nowadays, it was a hated thing, though. But really, it was just a big, fiery ball in the sky, and he would much rather have it than complete darkness.Yeah, it wouldn't be so damn hot all the time, but there wouldn't be any light sources. He mused, hitting the toe of his boot on the cracked dirt. A world without light or a world with no rain, which is worse? Titus pondered this for a while before dropping it, figuring that both would cause despair to wash over the world like a bonfire. I guess us humans are really dissatisfied about what we get. I mean, something like this was bound to happen, right? Or maybe God got tired of our whining and decided to kill us off slowly. He raised an eyebrow, and sighed, flicking some of his messy, dark-brown locks of hair from his forehead and walked over to the rest of the group, halting beside the two and looking where they were looking curiously. His eyes focused on a shaded figure, and kept his eyebrow raised. He tilted his head to look at the girls."Who's that?" He said quietly, motioning gently with his other hand at the unidentified person.
amory 
