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

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Nikita got in a circle next to two kids she didn't care about, but who obviously were afraid of her. Again, it made her feel powerful, but isolated, too. Apparantly they were playing Ninja, a game where you tried to hit the person next to you's hand with yours in one move, or something along those lines. It took a while for the group to get to her, since they basically started on the opposite side of the ring, but she struck out at one of the other kids, so they had to step out. Soon there were only ten or fifteen left, her being one of them. Nikita was getting bored though, so she would probably let someone get her soon. As of right now though, it was something to concentrate on besides the failures of her life.

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Jax curiously watched the game they had begun to play. It was strange, almost like fighting but slower, calm and well planned. After a few minutes of watching he begun to understand it, You win by getting everyone else out and the way you got them out was by hitting their hand. Weird, but interesting all at the same time. the girl from yesterday was playing and he watched as she got closer and closer to winning, but her eyes showed no energy, as if she wasn't trying.

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Nikita sighed, tired already. She let one hand get knocked out by a small girl, only six or seven, and the other her next turn by the person on her other side, someone who looked about her age. She didn't show emotion when they adults enthusiastically told her to go sit down, and she walked towards an empty area on the wall, where she leaned against it, sad, and bored. What was the point of this game? It didn't matter. There was no fun to it.
Nikita looked at Jax, his arms covered in thick black marker drawings. She looked away quickly, though, not wanting to think about anything to do with that loser. She started tracing patterns on the dusty floor with her finger, concentrating on that boring task, instead of another boring task.

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Jax smiled slightly when a little girl got the older girl out. "Not so tough...." he whispered to himself maybe a bit too loud. He shoved his marker into his shoe again and stood, inching along the wall around the group of playing kids to her. "So no name brand, anything new in the world of dull? I haven't received my copy of the dust paper yet." he said sarcastically, sitting down a few feet away from her against the wall. He rested his head against the wall with a sigh, "this... 'game', what is it called?" he ask then remembering the fact that he was trying to hide he fact he had no idea what any game they played was, he corrected himself and said "Never mind, I don't want to know, too boring for me."

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Nikita glared at Jax when he came over, just because she could. "Ninja," she said before she'd registered his last comment, and then shrugged. "This is about as exciting as it gets, Fresh Meat," she sighed, jabbing him a bit with the nickname, "so get used to it." Nikita looked at him again, leaning her own head against the wall and rubbing off her dusty finger on her shirt. "It's better than giving yourself ink poisoning at least," she added, glancing at his arm and nails for a moment before setting her eyes on his face again, eyebrows raised a bit.

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Jax looked down at them for a bit, swirling lines, drawings, guns, houses, a family sitting under a tree... It meant nothing, but at the same time it kinda did mean something. It showed his life, things he had and didn't have, his wishes his dreams, thing he wished could have been different, or should have been different but weren't... "Bad habit..." was all he said as he quickly pulled down his sleeve hiding the memories from sight. "So No name girl, and fresh meat. Well, it works." he commented about the name she had given him.

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"I guess it does," Nikita smiled, a smile like she could care less, even though it was kind of funny. "So, Fresh Meat," she smiled, raising her eyebrows a hair, "What's it like outside? Has to be better than in here, huh?" She frowned at that though, because despite how she wanted to pretend she didn't care about him, the fact that he'd been outside was really intriguing to her. She hadn't been outside the grounds in...a long time. Ever since her last escape went wrong, a couple years ago, when she was eleven. She missed it, the freshness and freedom of it.

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"Amazing as usual, full of things to do, color.... fresh air, blue skies, green grass, but also very full of idiots." Jax said joking the last bit slightly. "Much, much better than in here..." he whispered remembering the streets, crowded with people. And the noises of the city, cars, trains, people, always moving, never resting. It felt like forever ago, him running down the street away from the cops. if only he had seen that cat. The cat who tripped him and made him end up in this place. If it wasn't for that cat he'd be eating in a restaurant right now and enjoying a life of freedom!

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"Sorry you couldn't make it," Nikita shrugged, not really feeling very bad for him, but more like disgusted. If she'd had the chance of freedom, was right there, in it's lap, she wouldn't have screwed it up. She'd be living the life of luxury, and doing everything she could to make sure it stayed that way. She imagined, for a moment, the blue skies and cars and trains and cities, from her memories. They were beautiful, but harsh. Nikita remembered post cards of far off places, Paris, Texas, Florida...the hills and grass and oceans and mountains of the pictures were the only thing that gave her good dreams at night. The only thing that she could think about that made her feel genuinely happy.

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"What? Have you ever been past the front doors?" Jax asked raising his eyebrows. "Are you a daddy's girl, living in her parents basement forever?" he laughed showing her he was only joking. The trust was, he would never tell her though, he hadn't really seen the world lately. Well, if you considered a cell at the police station the world then yes he had seen it all, every last corner...