green-eyed heroine

                                  he mutters a profanity under his breath as wound                                   stings and the very eyes gazing into hers— as if                                   seeking for an answer on whether to TRUST her—                                   melt to a red color. the veil that shroud his                                   alienating factor is gone— he is as much foreign                                   as she is upon the soils and dirt of earth. perhaps                                   that is what aides the bond he holds as he sits still                                   for her ability to perform its works.

                 losing interest in her intentions, his                  head tilts down inperceptually, eyes                  flicking around to observe dead worms                  upon cement, more as if a wounded                  animal than a criminal whose bounty                  is that of JUSTICE for breaking law                  on her shift.

   She tried not to jump away once she was finished; instead rising almost purposefully slowly and extending a hand to him to get up. "Um.. so, there you go! Good as new. You really shouldn't be running in the streets at dark, you know." Laurel tried to joke, though the words tasted dull and chalky on her tongue. Probably sounded even worse out loud.

Hiatus will be noted.

Try as hard as he may, but he just couldn’t stay focused enough to actually tune in all the way. It was more like fading in and out; something he usually does when Bubba is trying to explain his own sciency projects and junk to him. Not that he didn’t appreciate her telling him about this stuff.

Lack of attention span just prevented him from actually listening in.

                             Ooooor, maybe not.

    Green eyes shot wide open. "Wait, what? How could you possibly get lost through that- I... I-I said, like, five sentences- tops!" Laurel folded her arms, sticking out her lower lip in a pout. "..I mean, I guess I'm glad that you at least get it, but.." She wanted props for the whole explanation. Was that even the right word, 'props'? See, now this is why she needed help with her English.

Knuckles grew white, teeth gnashed, body violently shook. The sounds of heavy pants disrupted the silence, a sharp hiss parted her painted lips— leering— glaring at no one in particular. She was pissed. Oh so very pissed. Just when she had managed to make an escape from the hands of those unforgivable bastards, somehow— someway some unknown lab-coated assholes managed to nab her when she least expected and they even had the fucking gall to imprison her in this hellhole. Some hellhole they call Hive City. Which, in her opinion, sounded dumb as hell.

Either way, she was still seething. The fates were either testing her for some inane reason or they were just fucking with her— punishing her. Bonney scoffed at the thought, immediately dismissing it as she focused back on those lab-coated assholes. Least they were generous enough to give it to her straight— the situation and briefing of the Hive. A dry laugh parted from her at that. The mere thought of those crafty, shitty scientists, Bonney couldn’t help but childishly yet infuriatedly stomp her heel against the gritty earth— much like a child ready to throw a tantrum. "Tʜᴏsᴇ ʙᴀsᴛᴀʀᴅs ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴏ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ғɪsᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍsᴇʟᴠᴇs﹗ I·ᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴍᴇ." The gluttonous pirate bit out indignantly, clenching her fists further as they shook.

Pivoting on her heel, pink locks obscured her sight briefly as she angrily pushed them aside. As her fists came to her sides, her stomach growled— loud as hell. She was pissed and hungry— no, famished. Not a good combination. Hands roughly dig at her pockets, only to find out she had no cash on her. Which meant one thing— a certain someone, some sad sack, was about to get their food nabbed and eaten by a certain starving pissed-off glutton.

Eying her target, gaze glued to the delicious spread of food, Bonney stomped towards them— immediately shoving them aside. "Mᴏᴠᴇ ɪᴛ﹗ I·ᴍ ʜᴜɴɢʀʏ ᴀs ʜᴇʟʟ, ᴘɪssᴇᴅ ᴏғғ, ᴀɴᴅ I·ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀʀɢᴜᴇ. Gᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀᴇ﹐ ᴀssʜᴏʟᴇ."

   The girl leaned forward, thanking the vendor and taking the food in hand. She was running something of a tight schedule today- amazing, really, considering how often she had zero plans for the day -and hadn't had enough time to stop at the apartment and whip up lunch. Fast food will suffice instead, she'd told herself after getting in line. However, Laurel couldn't help but wrinkle her nose once she actually had her meal in hand and had started to walk away- it looked very, very greasy. This wasn't the first sacrifice she'd made today, either.. she hadn't even gotten that blue sweater on the window display; stupid thing was sold out in her size. Provided all the setbacks... she was starting to settle into a rather irritable mood. 

   Honestly, Laurel would have much rather just forgone her entire to-do list, run back to her comfy bed, and slept till 2:30 in the afternoon.. but that wasn't really the responsible route, was it? She had to run her errands. She had to go job hunting again, she definitely needed a pile of new ingredients for that recipe she had found the other day, and-

                              "Hey!" 

”Must be a pretty good book, then. What’s it about?”

“Oh, this thing? Just some texts on psychology. It happens to be my favorite subject.” Satori smiles thoughtfully, patting the book cover gently. Her other hand reaches to take a delicate sip of her tea.

Referring to psychology as her favorite subject can be considered an understatement. Not just an avid reader of that topic, she writes of it, too. No, not just that, she practically breathes and lives through it. Bearing an understanding of the human mind beyond that of mere humans, she is well engrossed in the subject at hand.

“What of you? What do you enjoy reading about? Nature, perhaps?”

“Thanks, but it’s not like there’s anything either of us could do about it.”

Satori takes another sip of tea, nodding at the other girl’s wisdom. It is a bit of a shame losing time, but if it is no bother to her. It is merely a relief that her table mate chooses not to take frustrations out on her.

   "...Cool." Laurel said finally. "Uh.." Desperately, she groped for any bit of conversation to lead on with. "Oh! Um, actually, my older sister is studying psychology right now." The teen frowned immediately after saying so. That wasn't completely assured now, though, was it? Steph could had dropped out of uni, or changed her major, or whatever else in the time that Laurel had been a resident in Hive. "She's also really interested in forensic sciences. Which is funny, because-"

   Ah, but Satori had already beat her to it. She smiled. "Yes, actually. I like environmental sciences, my sis likes chemistry, and my mom works with physics a lot in her job." Not to mention that they were all extraterrestrial- so that kind of covered space sciences, too. Her birthdad was the only missing link. "The books I read are mostly, like, activity kind of books, y'know? 'How To Make Your Garden A Beautiful Living Space' and stuff like that." Laurel shrugged. For her, learning knowledge was useless if it couldn't actually be applied in real life. Many other high school students would agree, she was sure.

         He wonders if she got that from something involving the war.. If that’s the case, then that meant that this whole thing is actually real. He isn’t sure how much he’d been considering it seriously until this point, but everyone he met so far was acting pretty frantic, so he shouldn’t have been taking it so lightly. Maybe that’s just a consequence of being an optimist, he decides, and tilts his head back up to let his eyes meet her face instead of her hands.

         "Oh, Gods. ‘Big bad guys.’ That’s never a good sign. I hate those, actually." Will hopes that his joking is apparent because, as severe as this situation might be, the mood can’t be kept low, can it? That just wouldn’t do well for anyone— especially those who need to keep their morale high. Despite the obvious humour, however, he actually does sort of mean it, too. He’s getting pretty tired of big bad guys thinking they can just take over whatever they want.

         He tries to keep his smile from earlier— keeping a positive attitude is a good idea, right? It’s hard when his smile is laced with concern from hearing about people being injured or killed, but he does try, he really does. “I’ll take your word for it.. and you’re right, I probably shouldn’t involve myself. But if people are getting hurt.. I don’t know if I can stand by, either.”

   His optimism was infectious, and despite herself, she smiled, too. "Yeah, don't we all." Nobody liked big bad guys, baddies, whatever you wanted to call them- they were always just bullies, with a name and a group to follow them. This case was no exception. It was a little fuzzier around the edges, sure, with all the chaos and confusion going on, plus Laurel being out of it for so long... but there was a very clear king among the mob. You could even call him a knight. 

   Within her own sector, there was a top dog as well. She aimed to track them down and end this whole mess... originally. Now, Laurel knew full well that she didn't have enough strength for it. What did she have? Flight plus the ability to throw a few rocks. No weapon, rusty in a fight at best.. and that reduced her to merely a guardian. It was fine and dandy helping people out and escorting them to the safezone, but she still wanted more. And what use was a guardian of anyways, when she couldn't even take care of herself properly?

   Will jolted her out it. "...Wait, you know healing magic?" She tipped her head, looking at the other with a new sort of light in her eyes. Up until now, the girl had assumed she was the only one capable. 'Rather shortsighted of her to think so, of course, but it wasn't like you just waltzed up to anyone in Hive and started chatting them up about what powers they may or may not have."I would- I would appreciate that. Much." Laurel chose her words carefully.

  She didn't want to seem ungrateful, she did want her forearm healed up- but it still bothered her than she couldn't fix it on her own. Plus, she'd just met the guy. Even if he was nice, and affirmed that he might want to join the resistance... that didn't guarantee she could trust him; especially in the current trust no one war circumstances.

 ❝You’re the crudest woman I’ve ever encountered.❞  The RedHead huffed, agitated, usually he could somewhat handle any situation that arises.. Especially if it involves running away from girls that fawn over him, but since she was different he was determined to conquer her. 

❝I’m sorry.❞ Mikoshiba faked a smile, bowing slightly.   

         So, right. Sulking about being stuck here is all fine and dandy, but eventually there comes a time where it stops being peachy and starts becoming annoying (to himself, even). At least it’s a bit easier to get over with everything that’s going on. As much as Will would like to stay stuck in his room, away from all of the chatter he hears about war, especially when he just barely avoided being apart of one back home thanks to a certain two kids and a goat (‘satyr,’ sorry), it doesn’t really seem possible. Not if people are getting hurt, anyway.

         But, um.. First tings first, he needs information. He can’t just jump into something that he knows nothing about, but asking around also seems like it would be painful. That’s not to say that he’s not able to, because he is, and he probably will end up doing so, but if he runs into someone else that doesn’t know anything, well.. no, it’s best to stay positive, right? Surely they could scout for information together then or, at the very least, become friends… allies? Either works. Either would be very much appreciated in this particular time of.. you know, being sort of stranded on his own.

         Taking chances is probably one of his specialties, despite how many times he’s advised others against it for safety reasons, and now is not an exception. It doesn’t take him very long to find a place with quite a few people. Will only has to single one out now, but who? It’s hard to pick, especially when this is a game of risks (because who knows? He could choose someone dangerous), so he opts to do what every smart demigod would do in this sort of situation: he plays “eenie, meenie, miney, moe.”

         The “game” doesn’t take very long to complete internally and, once he’s done and has successfully chosen one of the people at random, Will approaches, putting on his friendliest smile in an attempt to make himself seem nice and maybe a little less like a threat in case they’re… temperamental.

   Green eyes narrowed, settling on the task in front of her. You're going down, knot. She'd never been much of a Girl Scout, but, come on.. it shouldn't be this hard just to tie the darn thing off. Laurel tried again to dress the wound. She extended one hand, wrapping the gauze around, ignoring the gross feeling of blood pooling out of the cut and soaking through, leaning forward with her teeth to rip off the end, and- tada! That had worked. Sort of.  

   It had been a stupid injury to get, anyways. Crawling through wreckage without protection... sure, it had saved her butt in the long run, but she should have been more careful. Laurel stared down her hands- the finger pads pink, stained, and immediately shoved them back into her pockets and looked up (way up) at the newcomer. "Er, no, you're not interrupting me at all... not really."

After living in sector one and hating it, a person would think Anemone would prefer to not ever come back to the sector; however, the pilot almost had a feeling on longing towards it. Not towards the people that lived in it, no, but the quaint candy shop that was often near the apartment building. It had chocolate that she was quite fond of, and most of the shops in sector five didn’t even compare. She mused it ironic, that such a unique place could be so troublesome to get to.

Stepping off the train with a large purse at her side, the girl looked around — boring people in a disgusting sector. Looks like she hadn’t missed much. An annoyed sigh passed through her lips as she moved forward with the crowd. As she expected, nothing looked all too familiar. The buildings could have moved a million times since she last stepped into the place. Her eyes darted through the crowd to scan for anyone who didn’t look annoyed or confused by the schematics of the sector, and she spotted the green-haired girl after a few moments. A fake smile adorned her lips as she surged forward to make contact.

   However, Laurel didn't get very far before she was stopped again. She sighed slightly, and turned around at the tap of her shoulder. It took her a second to fully register the newcomer's appearance. Pink hair...? Huh. Up until now, she'd assumed that had been uncommon on Earth.

"I don’t mind snakes generally, but these ones were green, three feet long, loathsome and terrifying and… several other descriptors I can’t recall at the moment, the ban was enacted, like, two years ago, right? I haven’t had white or wheat bread forever.” Sort of a bummer, but ‘because snakes’ sounded like a good enough reason to avoid the stuff as far as he was concerned.

"Good. Nobody should ever go to the library any more than they absolutely must,” Cecil said emphatically in response to her next words, eyes widening just a touch at the mere thought of librarian confrontations. “Like a scientist? Oh, that’s one of the best things a person can be. There is nothing wrong with talking like a scientist.”

   "Actually, it gets to be kind of a big deal when you're only sixteen." Laurel replied noncommittally, starting to move along again. Fresh fruits- check. Bread- check. Next up, eggs and milk. "I mean, sure, it works fine when you're doing in class presentations- but outside of school, giving Ted Talks all the time paints you as a total geek. I can't afford to let my reputation to slip to that." She talked so innocently.. almost as if any of that stuff still mattered here. "And wait, what exactly is so bad about going to the library?" He sounded like one of the skater kids in the back of homeroom who absolutely refused to even be in five foot proximity of a book.