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@irnwll​

          Felix had been the first to run from the scene when he heard the sound of sirens nearing and police barking out commands. Another drug deal busted, which meant another location that would have to be left to collect dust for a while since the police would be keeping an eye on it. He was fast on his feet, but putting distance between him and the police was proving to be challenging this time around, and so after hopping a fence in an alleyway and running straight for the road, he yanked open the passenger door to the nearest vehicle.

          Gun drawn after he’d climbed in and shut the door behind him, he pointed it towards the driver, who had been waiting at a red light that had just turned green. Sometimes the weapon was empty and used as a bluff, and other times he had it loaded and ready to go if absolutely necessary. Firing it but missing was usually enough to make someone piss their pants in fear, yet also a good way to attract unwanted attention because of how loud it was. ❝ Don’t fucking try anything. Drive, ❞ Felix ordered him. With his free hand, he pulled up his hood to go over top of the hat he wore. He’d at least be less recognizable with his bleach blond hair covered.

It didn’t come as a surprise that Jake had been quick to blame Felix for the shattered vase, considering he’d done a lot of shit to earn himself both words and looks of disapproval from him. He was impulsive and fucked up a lot, and he knew it too, but he really had been innocent this time. How the vase ended up breaking was beyond him. However, there were more important things to worry about than trying to prove his innocence. At the end of the day, whether Jake believed him or not didn’t really matter.

The look of pure desperation and fear on Jake’s face, paired with trembling hands that struggled to collect all the pieces, made it clear that he didn’t want to come forward and face the music. It’d been many years since Felix had parents, but he remembered how often he got into trouble with all the different families he’d been moved around to. The strict ones were the absolute worst and he was happy to be rid of them and their unwanted authority over him. It made sense that Jake would want to avoid the confrontation. From the stories he’d been told, Jake’s dad sounded like he was a real piece of work; too hard on him and expecting too much.

Reading Jake was still difficult for Shiloh, as she was still getting to know him and he was always managing to surprise her, be it with the unexpected wealthy background that he’d failed to bring up, or the fact that he was much more in tune with nature than she ever would have guessed. It was for that reason that she was never sure where her comments would land with him, and getting sassy with him was a bit of a gamble. Without taking the time to weigh her odds this time, however, her remark had sort of just rolled off of her tongue, a grin on her face that made the dimples in her cheeks show.

Of course, Shiloh wasn’t one to be making fun of anyone for their sizes, being that she was only five feet tall and she weighed about one-hundred pounds while soaking wet, but when next to Felix, just about everyone looked comically tiny. Much to her relief, Jake had taken the comment with a grain of salt and had even laughed about it, the smile on his face pulling her own wider. She liked seeing him smile, as it was a rare sight compared to the others in the new group that she’d suddenly found herself thrown into.

A laugh snorted out of the tiny brunette after he’d told her to ‘shut up,’ her footsteps carrying her over to the wall to lean against it. “If it makes you feel any better, I’ve never been the bigger person when it comes to Felix. Not metaphorically or physically,” she chuckled, gesturing to her small frame with a motion of her hands. “He’s always under my skin in one way or another. He’s like a little kid though. He just does this shit because he likes the attention. He wants to get a rise out of you just to see if he can.” She rolled her eyes, still grinning. “What a pain in the fucking ass.”

Because Shiloh hadn’t dressed up since she was a child, she’d actually put thought into her costume this year and she’d even splurged a little while shopping for it. Dipping into her tiny jar of savings was something that she rarely did, but she’d thought it to be for a special occasion after she’d fallen in love with the plague doctor costume that she’d found in the thrift shop.

Pulling up in front of Felix’s lot, Shiloh parked her old taxi cab, slipped her mask on and then proceeded to make her way over towards his trailer, arriving just in time to watch three playboy bunnies leaving through the front door in skimpy outfits. She didn’t recognize two of them, but she knew that the third, the one with the pink hair, was Phoenix. She wasn’t shocked to see that Felix was going as Hugh Hefner. “Cool costume,” she spoke sarcastically after the three girls had left, her voice muffled slightly by the coverage from her mask. She glanced up at him. “You’re kind of just a lonely old man in fancy pajamas now though. Hopefully Jake and Rylan show up as bunnies.”

          Being ignored by Jake wasn’t an unusual occurrence for Felix, for he had a way of getting under his skin. Sometimes it was intentional, the blond figuring out all the little ways that he could push Jake’s buttons and get a rise out of him, and sometimes it was genuinely just a clash of personality types. While Felix was social and outgoing and loud, always having something to say and liking to start shit and get into trouble, Jake was a bit more reserved and cold. In some ways, they could be described as polar opposites: the most unlikely of friends. If they hadn’t met the way they did, it was likely they wouldn’t pay each other any mind. It was entirely possible that Jake would’ve avoided him entirely and assumed the worst of him, while Felix would’ve figured Jake was just another typical rich asshole who didn’t give a shit about those in poverty.

          Witnessing Jake get genuinely excitable or gleeful over something was rare, and yet it came as no surprise to Felix that it had something to do with nature. He knew that the guy wasn’t one for materialistic things, preferring the simplicity of the outdoors. Felix couldn’t really understand it, being a city boy through and through, but he decided to humor him when he made a trip to his trailer house at four in the morning. He didn’t always stay up that late, it just depended on the night and what his plans were. The hype from the company he had was dying out since everyone was coming down from their highs, the effects of the drugs wearing off, and therefore making them feel sleepier and less energetic and happy. It probably wouldn’t be too long before he started to crash too.

          Hands resting in the grass behind him and legs stretched out, Felix lowered himself onto his elbows to gaze up at the sky, which was supposed to have a meteor shower. Alas, there was nothing special about it, nothing mesmerizing like Jake had been claiming. He never really bothered looking at it much in the city, since it had so much light pollution that there wasn’t ever anything visible to admire. Sometimes he forgot the stars even existed, which made seeing things like shooting stars (in areas outside the city) all the more exciting. His focus was briefly on Jake, who looked downhearted about the whole thing, before it had shifted back up to the sky.

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          Lawmen could be seen scoping out the streets of Saint Denis, guns and equipment at the ready to either kill or capture the man they were looking for. Some were on horseback and some were on foot, searching both inside and outside of the buildings and asking around if people had seen anyone of a certain description. Felix had already fled the city and had a plan to leave Lemoyne for a while to give him a better chance of evading the law. Things would cool off eventually, and their focus would shift to other criminals who had done worse than he had.

          With some of the lawmen beginning to leave Saint Denis, Felix knew he wouldn’t make it far without a horse--a companion he’d lost while making his way into the city. They’d catch up to him in no time, and he would sooner have them shoot him dead before he’d be caught and thrown behind bars or hanged in front of the public. The first traveler he saw was a young man sitting atop a wagon, making his way towards the city. It wasn’t as fast as a horse, but he wasn’t about to be picky with what he could use to get away with. Approaching the vehicle, the blond wasted no time in pulling himself up to sit beside the stranger.  ❝ Do as I say and I’ll let you live. Turn the wagon around, ❞ he instructed, a gloved hand drawing his gun and pressing the cool metal against the other male’s head.

@irnwll​ said: ❝ you’re the one who asked me to join you. ❞ | from this meme | Accepting.

In truth, Jake is right. Bellamy was the one that asked the other to join him on this silly little mission of figuring out a way to do this. A way to get away with it and not have anyone else realize what was happening before it was time, but there were moments in the discussion where Bellamy wanted to ring Jake's neck. It would be useful for input but he forgets, not everyone has had the holidays work the way he has. Jake's family is different than Bellamy's. Their holidays were held differently than his, if at all. It hadn't yet been a question on the elder Blake's mind to ask.

A sigh rolls over his lips as he sits back in the chair, spine pressing into it as his right hand settles on the table top, the pencil falling to the smooth surface easily. The list of what to make was short. The turkey was always a must. Along with ham hawks and sweet potatoes or mashed, he wasn't sure on that one yet. Of course there had to be cranberry sauce, it was a staple at any thanksgiving feast along with rolls and homemade gravy. Then the list stopped. It was everything else he had struggled with.

Asking for ideas seemed to be a little bit more of a challenge, considering Bellamy had a secret he wasn't exactly admitting to. He had never truly celebrated the holiday the way he was planning it out with Jake. He had never done the full feast or had more than just his sister and Kane to the table. He'd make the turkey and Kane made the ham and Octavia did the sides but it wasn't much, just everything already listed. He wasn't in his element here and he didn't want to show that. A soldier in a situation they didn't understand even if they faked it? He had to mentally shake that from himself.

"Alright then, Jake." He breathes, sitting forward and picking the pencil back up in his right hand. Hazelnut gaze shifting from the pad of paper in front of him to the man sitting across the table. The man who could help out in most situations, which is why Bellamy had called upon him for help. "How did you celebrate thanksgiving? What did you have on the table?" His features soften as he asks, family is never an easy subject and it makes him think of his own family. Would his mother have celebrated this properly with them if things had been different or would she still be gone during the nights, doing whatever it was she did to get money and keep the roof over their heads? Would she have let the holidays been like the movies for them? Would they have their friends over and a large feast with smiles and laughter for hours around the table? He hates thinking about it. Hates imagining it but it's there and it's stuck in his mind's eye. It's all he can see.