Working? God... Ivy hadn't even thought about working, but Lyla was right - getting a job really wasn't in the cards for the tiny girl. The rest of them could at least pass off as normal, but Lyla? She was in some trouble on that front. Kathy, as before, didn't exactly help all that much when she started listing off the many things that could go wrong as shown in all kinds of media. Government agents taking them away, cutting them up in a lab, keeping them locked up, the military wanting them as supersoldiers... None of it came across as reassuring, which was probably her intention since she promptly stated the beach was more fun. Liam jumped in to counter her.
"
Honestly, I couldn't give less of a shit about what the media would think - and figuring out what happened isn't at the top of my list yet,
" She said, not reacting at all to the room's drop in temperature. Her eyes flickered over to Kathy who seemed to be moping against the wall, the muffled sounds of someone's lovemaking starting to creep through the thin walls. "
Having somewhere to stay that isn't a trashy motel with walls like paper is what I want. I don't know about you, but homeless living doesn't sound like a fun second life.
"
That wasn't strictly true. Ivy definitely wanted a better place she could stay, but what she really wanted was to hunt down her killer. However, telling the whole group that she wanted to hunt down a dangerous serial killer didn't seem like something they'd stick around for.
She sighed again, eye twitching in annoyance as the sounds through the walls got louder. "
What do the rest of you want?
"
I am Inferi.
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