Misfits(IC)

[zombieking]

Jericho sighed as he shut his locker. It was late in the afternoon on a saturday and he hated where he was and hated himself. How could he have been so stupid to let himself believe Patrick Kenny, his schools star quarter, would ever like him. He was simply a conveniance and nothing more. What was worse was that Jericho had known this, but he'd let himself be deluded and was now paying the price. As he exited the locker room, he starred at himself in the mirror. In the orange jumpsuit, he felt like a prisoner, not like someone doing a simple round of Community service. Outside the sky was dark as clouds gathered, the weatherman had said they were looking at a nasty thunderstorm. Jericho wondered why they were still meeting up, todays assignment was simply cleaning up a park. He sighed again as he sat on the side walk and waited for the bus to come and pick them up.

[FunnyGuy]

Terrell Gibson crossed his arms over his chest as he waited on the bus that was arriving to pick the delinquents up. He didn’t like doing community service one bit. He was sure no one really liked it, but a laid back guy like him dreaded doing hard labor with no spoils. The only thing he couldn’t bother to complain about was the fact that some of the people around him weren’t all that bad. He was sure that some of the guys would be cool to kick it with, and some of these girls were sure to look good outside of these ugly jumpsuits.

“Hey girl, what’s good?” Terrell managed to say smoothly to a female standing in front of him. A smirk placed itself on his face as he waited on a response. The sky looked as if it was about to fall, but Terrell wasn’t worried in the slightest. Like always, he worried about the wrong thing. It wasn’t even day ago that Terrell almost got in trouble for talking too much on the job. That’s if he could call it a job. Jobs got you paid…

[Aufy]

Hannah looked up a building where she was supposed to sign in and get her uniform for the community service. She pulled the collar of her jacket up a bit as the wind blew, slipping a simple compact from her pocket. She flipped the mirror open and stared at a woman who looked just like her, 'Well, what are you waiting for? If you don't get this done, we'll end up back in prison.' Anna said irritably from inside the mirror.

“I just...I'm nervous...what if there are other prisoners here too?” Hannah asked in return, looking down at her other side.

'You let me worry about that, alright? Just do what you've got to do, and we'll be fine. Ten bucks says it's just a bunch of teenagers paying off fines they don't have the money for.'

Hannah nodded a little, pushing the door open and going through the procedures before putting her things in her locker. She was familiar enough with the orange jumpsuit. She'd only worn it for three years, after all. She looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes quivering, 'Get it together, Hannah! We're on the outside, now, we're free! We're not in prison anymore, and if you want to stay on parole, you have to get it together.' Anna said from inside the mirror, snapping her out of her trance, “I...I guess...”

Anna smiled at her, a reassuring smile instead of a smirk, 'Martin Luther King Jr. once said, “Take the first step in faith.”'

“You don't have to see the whole staircase, just take the first step.” Hannah finished, looking at Anna.

'So have some faith. If not in yourself, then in me, at least. I'll keep us safe, Hannah. Count on it.' Hannah smiled a little despite herself. In prison, she'd done more than her fair share of reading. Some were her father's old war books, while others were just whatever the library had on hand. She bit her lip as she walked out the door into the hallway, looking into the little compact again, 'You gotta stop thinking about that, Hannah. It's not good for you.'

“I know, I just...Kyle hasn't visited or even spoke to us in the past...two years? What were they telling him? That I'm some cold blooded killer? I have to find him, Anna, I have to make things right.” She whispered, stepping outside and looking up at the sky. The storm looked even worse than it had when she went inside, but maybe she was just imagining things. She kept to herself, slouching and keeping her face pointed at the ground as people began to gather around. Maybe they'd all just leave her alone. That would be nice...

[Thekettleison]

Micky sighed as he approached the vending machine just outside the building's door, his hand already rummaging for change in the pocket of his orange boiler-suit. He didn't have time for this crap. His time was full enough as it was, without putting community service on top of it.

Once he was done with whatever bullshit task he was expected to perform here, he had to get back to proper work. Back to his dad's to pick up the next few bags, then over to his place to weigh it up and divide it into baggies. Then it would be time to hit the street, dropping off to his regular customers and picking up the money they owed to him. And probably chasing down the ones who had decided that they didn't have to pay. Just not enough hours in the day.

“Still, better than the big house.” He muttered to himself as he began feeding coins into the machine and punched in the code for a mars bar. Despite the inconvenience of being forced to do community service, Micky was well aware that it was far better than prison. If the police had picked him up ten minutes earlier, before he'd made his last sale, he'd have been lucky to see the outside world again by the age of thirty.

As the metal spiral began to turn, pushing the chocolate bar towards him, he turned and cast a cynical eye over the other people gathering to get the bus to their assignment, clad in the same orange outfit Micky himself wore. “Just hope none of these turn out to be the pricks they look like.” He muttered again before whipping his head back to the vending machine. The metal had stopped turning, but there had been no thunk as his candy was dropped. Micky looked a little closer and saw his bar, still perched on the edge of it's shelf.

“Oh hell no!” He bellowed, throwing his shoulder against the glass front, then grabbing the machine by it's sides and rapidly rocking it back and forth as he tried to dislodge it. All the while keeping up a steady stream of obscenities.

[Rockstardiva]

Katherine sighed as she walked to where the bus is suppose to pick them up. When she got there, she wasn't alone. She saw 2 guys waiting for the bus, another guy as she saw was fighting with the vending machine. His candy bar must be stuck or something. He just needs to kick it where the candy bar is and it'll work.

She crossed her arms against the orange jump suit in angry silence. She looked around her seeing other people. She gritted her teeth, when she finds her so called 'friend' they're having a nice little talk. Her angry face then turned worried. What about her mother, she wasn't able to get the jewels and money.

Katherine then looked to the ground glaring. She tucked a strand of brown hair behind her ear. She hoped this bus could hurry up so, she can just get this over with, one step at a time of course.

[zombieking]

Jericho was startled from his daydreaming by the sounds of someone cursing and fighting with a vending machine. He stood up as the bus crept down the street, a battered old thing with most of the paint chipped away. How it was running at all was beyond Jericho's limited mechanical knowledge. The bus doors opened with a drawn out creek and a man in his early thirties stepped out with a clipboard in hand. He snorted as he starred at everyone gathered around, giving off the air that he clearly didnt want to be there.

" Alright everyone gather around, my name is Stefan Newport and i'll be your probation officer during the duration your sentences. If we can just do a quick role all, we can this show on the road and can the person in the back stop damaging city property " Stefan read off names and people responded back with hello's and fuck you's. Once that was done everyone was hearded onto the bus. The ride wasnt long as it turned out the park was just a few blocks away. Once the bus parked, Stefan had everyone get out and stand in a straight line. The weather had gradually gotten worse as the clouds darkened and a light drissel started pouring.

" Ok, for todays job, you are to pick up every piece of trash in the park. Simple enough? "

Simple wasnt the exact word that came to Jericho's mind, the park they were at was the type people had stopped caring about. Trash littered every inch of the place, Burger King wrappers and dirty diapers to used condoms and broken beer bottles. The play area for children was mangled and dusty, showing no signs that any children had ever touched them. Stefan handed them trash bags and clampers( The long clamper things to pick up trash with) and fled to the bus as rain began pounding down harder. Jericho just sighed and shuffled off away from the others and began the arduous task at hand. It wasnt long before he was soaked to the bone and shivering. But he continued on, his bag beginning to get heavy. He jumped as thunder boomed overhead, he could see lightning beginning to lace itself through the clouds, though something seemed odd about it.

[Aufy]

Hannah continued to do her own thing, (which was currently staring intently at the ground) until the bus pulled up and a man stepped out. He seemed...pleasant. Not at all, but she said nothing until her name was called. She gave a barely audible 'Here.' when she heard the words come from the man's mouth, but her voice was so quiet he didn't hear. He called her name again, irritably this time, and she spoke a good deal louder. He gave her a glare, but didn't say anything more as he went on to the next person on the list. Like they wanted to be here any more than he did. Jackass. Once they were all put on the bus, she took an empty seat and stared out the window, never breaking her eyes away from the glass the entire (short) time they rode. Once they were off the bus and in the rain, she pulled up the hood of her jacket, thankful she had opted to wear it under the stupid jumpsuit. What a bitter start to a bitter assignment. The rain came down around them as Newport handed out their ever so handy crap snatcher and baggie. She stared at the items in her hand for a moment before she looked at the officer again, “Uhm...excuse me? I...I think exposure to the elements is considered cruel and unusual punishment...” she said, though her words were either completely unheard or entirely ignored as the man hopped back into the safety of the bus.

As she looked at the landscape before them, she had to give a shudder. This place was disgusting. It looked like it should be burned down and turned into a landfill instead of having people come out and waste time picking up garbage, “I'd rather be working a soup kitchen...at least it's warm in there...” she muttered to nobody in particular as she started picking junk off the ground, making faces of disgust with each new 'discovery'. The only people who looked to have any fun here were junkies and prostitutes. Maybe homeless people. As her bag began to collect some tangible weight, thunder began to crash above them, with lightning close behind. Was it wrong she was thankful she wasn't the tallest one here? She caught her reflection in a puddle, 'Mind on your work, Hannah. You're too big to be worrying about thunder and lightning.' It didn't help the unease in her stomach, though. Could lightning look weird? Was there even a classification of 'weird' when it came to lightning? This lightning was the first ever 'weird lightning' if not. She tried to follow Anna's advice, wandering from point to point, leaving a small but growing trail of (relative) cleanliness behind her. She wasn't really paying attention to who was nearby if anyone was at all, her mind caught between the storm above and the trash below.

[FunnyGuy]

The girl that Terrell had attempted to make conversation with completely ignored him, which only made him scowl. I didn’t think she was cute anyway. He thought before spotting the guy picking a fight with the vending machine. Terrell had heard that those things could kill a person if they ever tipped over, and wondered if he’d see it firsthand. He was a sadistic person, but it would be a crazy story to tell to his friends. He watched the guy until he heard the bus make a screeching halt in front of the group of delinquents. The breaks weren’t the only thing bad on that bus though. It looked as if it had just driven through a war zone.

“Damn…” Terrell said softly to himself before seeing the probation officer step out. The man looked as if he didn’t want to be there, and Terrell didn’t blame him. At least the guy didn’t have to pick up any trash. When Terrell’s name was called by the officer, he put a hand up as said “Right here!” He didn’t say it too loudly, but good enough to be heard. After the roll call, Terrell got himself onto the bus with many others. He wound up sitting next to some guy that frequently took hi asthma pump out to use. Terrell chose to ignore the guy for the short ride to the park.

After getting out and being given instruction, Terrell just grabbed his clamps and bag without a complaint. If anyone who knew Terrell saw his quickness to grab the clamps, they’d have a heart attack. Terrell has been pegged as being extremely lazy more times than he can remember in his life. In the cold rain, the man walked out into the park. The rain would only make cleaning this place up more disgusting with the dripping and sogginess of the trash. Terrell was moving through the park like freight train in the park though. The funny thing was, Terrell didn’t bother to pick up any trash. Instead, he sheltered himself some trees, and slowly picked trash there.

“Fuck that.” Terrell said as he picked up a ripped up paper bag before intentionally dropping it to pick it up again.