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J A Y C E
┊male┊16 years┊survivor┊T R O Y
┊female┊19 years┊CRUCIAL┊- ♣♠ Troy could feel herself relax as Glacev came to her defense, positioning himself between the much more hostile boys. Her eyes glided towards Jayce who had said nothing more thus far, the older boys seeming to be the much more talkative ones though their personalities differed so greatly at their first impressions. Troy took Levi's words into account, not wanting to press him or give out any information she stored so sacredly, including the large array of food and supplies in the trunk of her car she'd taken for herself. She suddenly stiffened as Levi's voice hardened and he mentioned force, her mind flickering back to Gillian, a wave of fear washing over her. Jayce said next to nothing in these moments, fixated on the mannerisms of Glacev and Levi. He wasn't one to trust easily nor was he one to give commands, awaiting on the word of the two despite their differing opinions in the situation.
Troy felt herself relax at Glacev's words, wanting to put forth her own opinion into the dispute though she feared saying too much and preferred to keep herself quiet in those moments.
"I'm not scared of little boys on the street," Troy managed to snarl towards Levi, suddenly angered by words and intentions with her, "You're not the worst I've faced." She finished with a grin, taking a step back and looking towards Glacev, the boy seeming to be much less hostile than the rest of the pack that had circled her.
"Oh I'm sure you've had such a difficult time within the walls of a large operation." Jayce rolled his eyes at her comments, sarcasm rolling off his tongue.
┊location » street┊tagged » levi; glacev┊


