Ari
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12:30 PM - Thursday, May 10, 2018
25 W 118th St, New York, NY 10026
Was life better on the outside than it was on the inside of X12? Definitely. There was no debate about that, and Tori didn't think that any of her friends would disagree with her on the subject. The fire that had allowed them to escape had killed many of their captors, but it had also killed many of their friends. The entire event was a double edged sword for most of them, because while they had gained their freedom through it, they lost many loved ones. Life inside of X12 was far from ideal. It was essentially a prison, with inmates separated into different blocks based on their age. Everyone under the age of seventeen lived in a block, the eighteen to twenty-eight year olds were in another block, and so on, grouping inmates based on their age. Some inmates whose powers were so extreme and developed (or who were just unruly), were taken away from their blocks. To where they were sent, no one knows exactly. Tori often heard rumors that they were tossed into ovens and burned to death, or that they were used for cruel testing measures before being killed off. Whether it was true or not, she did not know, but she didn't think she wanted to know if it was true, anyway. All she knew was that X12 had robbed her of every ounce of normalcy in her life. She did her best to preserve that normalcy for the others there, and had taken on a maternal role towards many while imprisoned. It came naturally to her, but putting on the brave face and reassuring the others that things would one day be better was a facade, because she never imagined that they would get out. She got out, but unfortunately, many of the others didn't.
Even if they had escaped X12, though, they weren't free. No one knew if the government knew how many of them survived, if any, but they all had sensed more than once, over the past year, that they were being watched. It was why they had taken on such a nomadic lifestyle, moving from state to state, and city to city, on a nearly weekly basis, in order to avoid anyone recognizing them. When Sal had insisted that there next move be to New York City, Tori didn't object. Not only did she trust Sal, but she agreed that it was easier to blend in in a big city. She didn't know, however, that he had plans on making this their long term home.
They had only been in New York for two days by the time that Sal had pulled through (as he always did) and found a place for them to stay. By now, Tori was used to sleeping under overpasses, in shady motels, or bus stations. Many of their powers made theft and trickery easy, but given how sensitive they had to be to allowing their identities to be revealed, they weren't able to live like lavish millionaires, and adjusting to the real world, where three meals and a bed weren't provided, was a real adjustment in itself. Tori maintained her optimistic nature, even when Sal revealed the abandoned building he had somehow gotten permission for them to stay in. Tori knew better than to ask questions at this point. If Sal insisted they would be safe there, then she would roll with it.
"Well this is certainly... a unique place," Tori said, running her finger against the numbers "666" written in graffiti on the wall beside her. The place definitely was unique. The walls were crumbling, there was a puddle on the floor and glancing up, the sun shining through a few gaps in the roof confirmed that there was a few holes there. Graffiti covered nearly every inch of the building's interior, and she was nearly positive that among debris and trash a few feet away, there were a few pigeon or carcasses. "I'm sure we can get this place cleaned up and... livable. I mean, I think we've dealt with worse," she continued, trying to sound positive. At the very least, this was a roof over their head.... and Tori was sure that she could get some grass growing in at least a small area of the place, to give them (or at least herself, since she knew that others weren't as fond of a constant natural touch like she was) an organic rug for their sleeping areas.
Moving into a new place was always an event in itself. None of them typically had many belongings, since it was inconvenient to lug so much around in their frequent travels. Much of whatever they stole or bought in one city was typically left there, simply due to the logistics of transportation. Right now, Tori had just a backpack filled with some clothes, hygiene items and a few granola bars. After they cleaned up the place, or maybe before, depending on what the others were planning on doing for the day, she decided that she needed to get at least a pillow and a blanket. A sleeping bag would be nice... maybe even an air mattress. "You said the guy told you there's still running water in here?" she said, glancing back at Sal.
25 W 118th St, New York, NY 10026
Even if they had escaped X12, though, they weren't free. No one knew if the government knew how many of them survived, if any, but they all had sensed more than once, over the past year, that they were being watched. It was why they had taken on such a nomadic lifestyle, moving from state to state, and city to city, on a nearly weekly basis, in order to avoid anyone recognizing them. When Sal had insisted that there next move be to New York City, Tori didn't object. Not only did she trust Sal, but she agreed that it was easier to blend in in a big city. She didn't know, however, that he had plans on making this their long term home.
They had only been in New York for two days by the time that Sal had pulled through (as he always did) and found a place for them to stay. By now, Tori was used to sleeping under overpasses, in shady motels, or bus stations. Many of their powers made theft and trickery easy, but given how sensitive they had to be to allowing their identities to be revealed, they weren't able to live like lavish millionaires, and adjusting to the real world, where three meals and a bed weren't provided, was a real adjustment in itself. Tori maintained her optimistic nature, even when Sal revealed the abandoned building he had somehow gotten permission for them to stay in. Tori knew better than to ask questions at this point. If Sal insisted they would be safe there, then she would roll with it.
"Well this is certainly... a unique place," Tori said, running her finger against the numbers "666" written in graffiti on the wall beside her. The place definitely was unique. The walls were crumbling, there was a puddle on the floor and glancing up, the sun shining through a few gaps in the roof confirmed that there was a few holes there. Graffiti covered nearly every inch of the building's interior, and she was nearly positive that among debris and trash a few feet away, there were a few pigeon or carcasses. "I'm sure we can get this place cleaned up and... livable. I mean, I think we've dealt with worse," she continued, trying to sound positive. At the very least, this was a roof over their head.... and Tori was sure that she could get some grass growing in at least a small area of the place, to give them (or at least herself, since she knew that others weren't as fond of a constant natural touch like she was) an organic rug for their sleeping areas.
Moving into a new place was always an event in itself. None of them typically had many belongings, since it was inconvenient to lug so much around in their frequent travels. Much of whatever they stole or bought in one city was typically left there, simply due to the logistics of transportation. Right now, Tori had just a backpack filled with some clothes, hygiene items and a few granola bars. After they cleaned up the place, or maybe before, depending on what the others were planning on doing for the day, she decided that she needed to get at least a pillow and a blanket. A sleeping bag would be nice... maybe even an air mattress. "You said the guy told you there's still running water in here?" she said, glancing back at Sal.
