#maximummuses

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Atieno does notice that there are other seats on the bus. Plenty of open seats. Perhaps they don't have to sit right next to her if they are going be on the ride.

Might as well give her a little bit of personal space. "Ah, you're right about that. Would be better to give you some room then." It seemed like the very least the entity could do.

As to how they got on the bus given the bus hadn't made a stop - now that was a different question.

"Why did you bring that?" (From Marc) / @maximummuses

"Chase?"

"hmm?"

"Why am I getting a bunch of cancelled calls?"

@maximummuses asked . . . "Man. Arizona kind of fucking sucks, doesn't it?" (From Noelle to The Dude)

Dude sat hunched on a bench, stitching up the sleeve of his battered trench coat. His upper arm is wrapped in blood-soaked gauze. No context necessary — anyone with eyes could tell he'd gotten attacked recently.

❝ Ha, ❞ he laughed dryly, ❝ you can say that again. I'm sweating bullets now, & by tonight, I'll be wrapped up in a blanket shivering. Fucked up place. ❞

His gaze slid down to the bandaging, wincing.

Guy had watched the kid work before. The fact a kid was able to do stuff like this at a young age was something he didn't approve of. At the same time he didn't know the kid as well as Batman did. Basterd just couldn't stop putting kids into danger. When would he let the kids have a damn childhood?

His green eyes narrowed as he walked up and pushed the training dummy aside and looked down at the kid. His eyes showed disappointment. Not at him but towards Batman. How old was he? Twelve? Younger? He couldn't tell as he sighed." I just don't get why that bastard puts kids in danger. Shouldn't you be. I dunno. Picking fights with boys your age? Going to school?" He asks as he looks at the bostaff the boy held. Defending yourself is one thing. Protecting others like adults should be the last thing on this kid's mind.

"Look I may not know you personally but you gotta have some semblance of normalcy here, Kid. Watch movies. Go do sports." He sighed as he rubbed the back of his head. Look at him trying to be the big Guy Gardner. A grade A father figure when he doesn't even have kids. But why was he like this with them? He couldn't remember. His memories were hazy in a certain point in his life. Nevertheless he had his views and he didn't like this.

"Sorry was that rude? Is there an Egyptian hell you can go to or is it all the same?" Truth be told she was kind of just messing with him, Clint told her to be nice but it was just part of her personality to poke and prod until someone cracked. She wondered how long it would take with him.

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It had been one of those nights were Atieno was out for long,long periods of time after finishing a local errand. And the notion of heading out towards their next destination...didn't really quite appeal to them just yet.

Perhaps that is why they had been somewhat drawn to the Midnight Mission in the first place.