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[code]Kari's Yard[/code] [hr]

Clancy had kept his silence as Britney had subtley [i]rejected[/i] his offer on Linqian's behalf. He doubted she wanted him keeping tabs on her, given his expressed opinion. If she hadn't before, she likely [i]knew[/i] his nature. They all did, most likely. He'd nearly torn out a man's entrails in response to being shot, and had doubtless left a few [i]un-animated[/i] corpses after being punted into the water-logged crater, a sight not unlike something his grandad would've seen in the war, out past the snaking line of trenches, barbed wire and unexploded shells.

Or so he assumed. He'd never been there himself, and his family seldom spoke of such things while they were around to tell the tale.

Instead, he watched a bunch of them disappear down the road, filing into Britney's SUV and taking off. Elsewhere, they'd seen off a white-haired, almost fae-like girl by the name of Luna, a former spy. Spying for [i]who[/i] he didn't know, nor did he care. She wasn't anyone of consequence to him. [i]Yet.[/i] 

The night was a bust, and the rest of the group were disappearing into their little silos. That left him with a newfound anger for 8th Street, given their antics...

... and the [i]hunger[/i] was gnawing at him again, that biting agitation tugging at the seams of his consciousness. 

He wouldn't find anything of substance here, not anything or any[i]one[/i] that he was willing to expend. Pacing away from the smouldering remains of the cabin, he caught Sully still marauding through a thicket of overgrwoth, and returned the favour offered earlier.

[b]"Thanks."[/b] 

By the time Sully had turned to hear where the voice had come from, the boy was gone. But the jacket had been folded and left just a few feet away.

[hr]

On account of losing most of his worldly possessions, he had almost been out of luck save for a spare phone he'd left near his old stomping ground. It was no means top of its line, and while he didn't care to keep up with the latest innovations, he guessed it would've been worth less than the cost of a family meal even without the cracked screen and scratches across its lime green frame. But it [i]worked[/i] for what he needed.

As it stood right now, he was out a place to stay. The RV had been trashed in a way that would've got him noticed, and he didn't want to surprise anyone doing a night patrol of the lot. There were a few [i]underpriveleged[/i] projects, but they had people living there as-is, and not all of them needed to be bothered.

Instead, he'd lined something up with a local. Some lonely fourty-something holed up in an apartment not too far from the area that he'd come to view as his preferred stomping groun, with an interest in the welfare of young boys like himself. That much, he was certain about the man.

Clancy had taken steps to ensure there was [i]no[/i] ambiguity about [i]that[/i].

With this, at least, he'd have a place to stay, a change of clothes, and a [i]warm meal.[/i] The latter, he [i]needed[/i] more than anything else.

A few characters cropped up across the phone's display, slightly distorted by the crack snaking across the center.

[code]looking forward to seeing u bud ;)[/code]

Moments later, Clancy keyed the words back in a well-rehearsed motion, then hit send.

[code]see u soon[/code]

By the time the night was done, he wouldn't be hungry anymore.