The runaways
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Thread Topic: The runaways
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Aria looked at Javas with a questioning look as if to say, are you alright, but of course she didn't speak.
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Javas looked up and noticed Aria's concern. He gave a tired smile before looking back at his planner. It was hard to take care of seven other people, especially people younger than him. He took out a city map in an old pamphlet to look for some stores where he could search through the trash. Thursday would be hard enough but it would all be a bit smoother next year. He could feel it. He thought about maybe, just maybe, asking that cruel god who put him in this place to let next year be as easy as he hoped it would be
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Aria slowly climbed onto her knees and peered over Javas shoulder. She looked over the map of the city, spying out the church, the theatre and other places in the town. She tired her head slightly, silently asking if she could help with finding food for the other six children.
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(You don't have to answer if your uncomfortable but what country are you currently/live in? Just so I know timezones, I'm in England.)
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I'm in central daylight time))
"If you don't mind going to the church service with me we could probably get away with taking more food if there's two of us." Javas said. He'd thought of bringing the other children before but eight orphan was apparently too much for God's mercy according to the church. He wondered why god would say he loved everyone when there were so many homeless people and poor orphans like his group who had to take broken tents out of dumpsters and trash bins to have shelter for the night. He wondered if god knew how cruel the earth was. -
(Just so you know, it's fine in the roleplay but I'm not religious- should I be in the RP or not?)
Aria nodded with a small shrug. She was happy to help, and seeing as she was just under a year younger then Javas she knew how important it was for children to eat. She knew she should probably eat too, but couldn't barely ever bring herself to eat more then a few mouthfuls from each meal. She, herself barely knew why. -
I'm not particularly religious either, you don't have to have your character religious either they're just going there for free food))
"It's probably the cleanest food we can get without money. Soon enough though. Soon we won't have to eat dumpster food." Javas said. He was going to be eighteen in two years. 'Soon I'll have to work my life away.' javas thought solemnly. -
Ari tried to give a comforting smile as she slowly stood up. She gave him a questioning look, wondering when they would leave to get the food.
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"we go on Wednesday. That's when they have their service. Tonight we rest tomorrow we listen to the pastor ramble." Javas said. He never paid attention to what the pastor said he just knew the pastor had to talk about something all of the time. He remembered hearing once from his aunt that pastors have a free house. He wondered why they wouldn't share that with the less fortunate they seemed to love.
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Aria blushed slightly and sat back down. She looked around at the other children who were either chewing their bread, or chatting in-between themselves.
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Javas inspected the tents with tired eyes. He went to readjust the more busted ones. He sat between two tents and took the stale bread out of his pocket. He ate it solemnly. He eavesdropped on the kid's conversations. They were fairly cheery despite being orphans and runaways. He wished he could do more but the shelters terrified him and no one wants "filthy orphans" in their homes. Javas looked up at the fading blue sky his eyes threatening to cry at any moment. He wondered how he even got here. It didn't feel real in his bones. He still remembered what life used to be like for him before the accident
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Ari gave a comforting smile wondering what she could to help. She could sense he didn't feel happy but other then reason of living on the street she don't get why. She'd always found it hard to understand people's feelings.
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Javas was lost in his thoughts. He remembered the day they left. His mom said it would be fine, his dad said they'd only be gone for 3 days. They said they had to go on this trip, that passing up on climbing mount Everest would be a regret they'd have forever. They failed to account for the fact that they never climbed a mountain before, and they never walked through a snow storm. He remembered the photos they showed at the funeral instead of a casket. He felt the tears about to overflow. He got up and ran out of the alley
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Aria glanced back at the other children who were still entranced in deep conversations. They obviously hadn't noticed Javas had ran away yet. She hesitated slightly before running after him.
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Javas kept running, searching. He couldn't let the kids see him cry. It wasn't fair. His parents froze on top of a mountain in a second world country without thinking about their son and now he was running through the streets. He turned to the alley to his right, empty except for a few cats he ran through the tears flowing from his eyes as he ran. He thought about his aunt. The way she looked at him with utter disdain. He should've just dealt with it
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