Ɯɛαяʏ Ғɛɛт βʋт Ɯɛ Ɔαи'т Ƨтσρ ◊ ❍ne-on-❍ne

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Nikita didn't role her eyes that time, but watched him, with the keenness of a hawk, walk back towards the wall. "Thanks," she sighed to him after he'd left, her voice caught in a burst of grey wind, lonely just like everyone else here.

{Ugh. Total WB. Sorry about that. Want to skip to the next day, at breakfast, or keep going into the night?}

[Jericho]

(Let skip, I need a new day to think of new things. You start?)

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{Ok}

Nikita woke up to the sound of kids getting off rusty beds, walking around, talking to each other, like usual. She sat up slowly, dark hair a mess around her face, her dirty, thin, blanket in a knot around her legs. The dawn was shining through the cracked window of the girls rooms, and Nikita felt just as hopeless for this day as all others. Even more so, almost, because of the new boy here. She had a feeling Jax would make her life a living hell, and she felt almost nervous as she walked down the stairs to breakfast with the masses.
At the long table, there was the same thing as always; stale cereal, milk, burned bagels and an empty tub of butter. Nikita took a bagel and started chewing on it halfheartedly, tired. The seat next to her was empty; most kids were too afraid of her, believe it or not, to sit next to her. She felt proud of that in a way, it reminded her of The Godfather, when she'd seen it once. It almost made her smile. Almost.

[Jericho]

Jax walked into the room where he had been told he could find food. He had been forced to sleep outside on the freezing cold ground, no blankets, no lights, nothing. At one point in the night felt as if his teeth would shatter because of how hard he was shivering. And now with a sore neck and back, chilled to the bone, and having everyone who past him look mad at him, he walked into the room to find Their version of food was some bagels burned into black coal, old cereal, and some other thing he couldn't even figure out what it was. So instead he headed to the furthest corner of tge room and sat down on the hard floor, arms crossed on his chest and chin resting on his knees which were pulled up to his stomach. He spotted tge girl again, sitting alone, but didn't care enought to go over and talk to her. She probably wouldn't talk to him anyway... He shivered, his body was warm but his very core was freezing! The roommust have been heated because he slowly began to warm up but it wasn't warm enought to stop his shivering. His black and blue tipped hair was sticking up everywhere from his restless night, he looked pretty rough this morning and dark forming circles under his eyes gave away his nights events.

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Nikita noticed the pouting figure of Jax in the corner, like one of the toddlers, arms crossed, sitting on the floor, and shivering. She didn't know what happened to him, but he looked pretty beaten up. Not that Nikita cared, of course. She reminded herself of that fact as she stared at the table in front of her. She didn't care what happened to him. He was a nobody. Even within them, the elite of nobodies, he was the cream of the crop. She told herself not to think about him for the rest of her life, which should have been easy enough; she never thought about anyone else in this dump. Nikita went back to chewing on the hard piece of alleged bagel, her thoughts turning to a girl named Molly, who'd just gotten back this morning. She'd run away a couple nights ago, everyone was surprised she'd made it this long without anyone catching her...she wasn't the brightest girl, though very pretty, with golden hair and delicate features. When she'd gotten back here, she'd had a black eye and her clothes were dirty and ripped. So far the staff hadn't let her out of their offices, but word was, and it usually had some truth to it, that she was going to be re-integrated with them later this afternoon. Nikita held a respect for kids like that, who had the guts to try, at least. She used to, until the beatings were too harsh for her, and she gave up. It was the same choice that told her to become leader her, and though it payed off, in the long run, sometimes she wished she was another Molly, still trying.

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Jax examined the faces in this sea of people, a young boy snatching a bagel from a little girl when she didn't want it anymore, a few guys older than him sitting at a table together looking threatingly at everyone who past, tge girl looking like she was thinking deeply.... He reached inside his shoe, the one place the cops hadn't checked, and pulled out a black permadebt marker and began coloring his chewed nail with it. The old coat was wearing off so he filled in the bad spots making them look more even. He wasn't sure why he colored his nails, it was mostly something to do when he was nervous or bored. But he knew there was something else behind it, his father had alway colored his nails... He would draw x's on them then hit them with his fist. He couldn't understand why he would want to keep such a Horrable memory, but he did... he shook his head trying to rid it of his fathers memory, focusing instead on some random kid at the table near him.

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Nikita finished her scraps pretty quickly, leaning back in her chair, just listening to the conversation around her. Kids talking about normal, shallow kid stuff. Guys acting as slaves to their hormones, girls talking about the latest episode of some show they'd watched on the crappy TV the size of a shoebox that always had static upstairs. It was so boring. So dull. Nikita sighed, cracking her fingers out of boredom. There was never anything to do in this place. She would know, after all.
"Bathroom," she muttered loud enough for an adult to hear, before she pushed out her chair and hastily walked out of the dining hall. Of course, she didn't really have to go to the bathroom, but being alone for a little bit...it was nice. She walked towards the bathrooms, and stood in front of the mirror, studying her own face. Nikita was beautiful, she knew that. She was proud of it too, though not in the way you'd think. She was proud she'd been able to retain some form, at least, of physical loveliness, when the irony of it all was that all the loveliness in her had been drained long ago. She stared into her own violet eyes, looking for answers in the depths that were just as searching in the reflection. Her hands gripped the sides of the dirty sink, as she looked at herself, just thinking, silent, and sad.

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Jax watched as the girl got up and walked out of the room and sighed. Nothing new in the neighbourhood... A small skinny boy walked up to him slowly, three younger boys most likely his audience stood a few feet back watching intensly. "Are you the mean boy who hurt her yesterday?" the small boy asked hands on hips acting like a giant school bully even though his head reached the sane level as Jax's head while Jax was sitting down."Nope you must have me mistaken." Jax snapped not wanting to deal with this scrawy orange haired kid. "Um.. Sorry but your tge only one here with blue tipped hair!" the boy snarled back then kicked Jax hard in the side. "You little..." Jax growled shooting to a standing position so he towered over the kid even with his short 5"8 form. ""You touch me again twerp, and you're gonna wish you hadn't.." Jax snarled. The boy just stuck out his tounge and punched him but Jax was ready and his hand shot up, grabbing the kids wrist, stopping him a few centimeters from his stomach. "I warned you..." Jax snarled before twisting the short kid arm up behind his back causing him to yelp in pain before letting go. "Now screw off!" he snapped sitting back down and tge kid and his friends left, tears streaming down the orange haired boys face.

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(Let's say it's summer time, if that sounds good to you. That way they don't have to go to school, and can stay on the run for longer, unless you want the added hurtle of school in their lives. Either would be fun, you choose)

Nikita walked back slowly to the room, hating these walls that trapped her, hating these kids, her fellow prisiners, hating the adults, her jailers, hating everything around her. She scowled as she sat back down, but it was masked from the sides by her long dark hair, blocking her face from much view. She leaned back again in her chair, thinking about nothing in particular.
One of the adults called them all over into the living area, basically an empty room with stained ceilings and a beat up couch, and a couple of gameboards that were missing pieces. "Alright everyone," the adult said in fake, smiling voice, "gather 'round in a circle, we're going to play a game!" She said it as if they'd never done something like that before, even though they had to play "group-games" every Saturday, for years.

[Jericho]

(Summer sounds good but so does school...hm....I really can't decide.... let make it summer, its easier. Plus I hated school so I'd stuck at rping it.)

Jax just sat, not listening to what the adult said. Finally he gave in and stood, walking ever so slowly to the group but staying five feet from everyone. He aimlessly drew on his arm and hand coating it it flowing designs and pictures. Some looked almost happy, others full of anger and pain but all in all it was beautiful...he had always had a talent for drawing. He ignored what the adult was saying, their mouth moving and speaking but the words falling on blocked ears. He didn't care, why should he?