Only Wondering (Open)

[Vice Ingram]

"Hey. Kid. Yeah. Yeah, you." Isaac lowered his brow, amused, and with a jerk of his chin gestured the ragged-looking boy to his side. He called again: "Dex, if I have to get off my ass, someone besides me is going to be a little less'n thrilled." He scratched his stubbled cheek. From across the street, Dexter looked up from the wooden spear he was carving, and, sighing, set down his knife. With a muffled grunt, he got to his feet, swiping his dusty hands on the seat of his pants. "What?"

"I don't want no sass. Get over here." Isaac wasn't in the mood for games; sometimes he wondered why he'd ever consented to this position. Sure, it was a boost to his pride, a fire to fuel his ego, but he often wondered if the prize was worth the hassle. Those little twits were nothing but a bunch of worthless troublemakers. Dexter, with his pinched-up face and square forehead, was taking his sweet time. Vice watched the other boy saunter over, hands stuffed deep in his pockets. "A'right, good. Compliance'll earn you extra points, especially when it comes to women."

Dex spat. He leaned arrogantly against the brick building, his eyes narrowing as they flitted expectantly across Isaac's face. "I don't see as how you'd know. You know you ain't never had nobody but whores, Vice." Isaac ignored his comment.

"Nah, I'm not discussing that with you. See that kid over there? What's his name?" Vice again flicked his chin in the direction of the street. He clenched his jaw. "Go get 'em. I want to see what they're about."

[Jenson Lowmer]

Jens wasn't going home any time soon. He was mad; no no it was more than that he was outraged at his uncle. It never seemed to matter what Jens did or how he did it, but whatever it was it wasn't good enough for his uncle. Jens worked day in and day out so he could pay his uncle rent, and yet he was criticized for everything he did. Well he was done. He wouldn't be going home tonight for sure, hell he wasn't sure he'd ever go back.

Jens wasn't even sure exactly what him and his uncle had been fighting about, but whatever it was he was sure it was his fault. Jens had had enough and walked out of the apartment slamming the door behind him, then he just started walking. Walking normally calmed his temper, but not today. He'd been walking for a little over an hour and his face was still flushed in anger. Finally Jens stopped walking. He leaned back on a building beside him. He looked around him glaring at all who dared look his way. He tried to take deep breaths to calm himself. He swore if anyone pushed him even in the slightest bit there would be a fight.