.+ANOTHER NAIL IN THE CASKET. [TRIN]

[JIMMY DANGER REGALL]

For Jimmy, passing out in an alleyway was a normal happening. Not only was he more tired lately, but he was a theif for all intents and purposes, which made him a target. Obviously, people didn't like it when you stole their money, and therefore, they sought to get it back from you.
And they didn't care if they hurt you in the process.
This was one of those days where he awoke in a darkened alleyway, bruised up and sore, wishing he could figure out why he kept miraculously fainting in the middle of critical situations. With a quiet groan escaping his lips and some protesting in his joints and muscles, he got to his feet and dusted himself off. Checking to see if he had any money left, he sighed hatefully to find that he didn't. "Fantastic..." he muttered sarcastically in his accent, checking the bruises and cuts on his body and shaking his head. He looked horrid, and he knew it.

His feet carried him away from that alleyway, and he managed to nab himself a few bucks from an unsuspecting buisnessman. And that was when he realized, his pocket knife was missing. The very one his father had given him for his seventh birthday, so long ago, before the fire. Before he'd lost all the childhood innocence he'd ever had. Jimmy let out a string of curses, vitually pissed off and now in an incredibly horrid mood. He paced back and forth, fiddling with his earrings and taking out a ciggarette to calm himself down. It's okay. He told himself. I'll get it back. Until then, I need a substitute. He sighed and put out the casket nail, watching the burning paper smoke as it went out.

Tossing it away, he looked around from where he stood, his eyes falling upon a sports store. Sports eh? They had to carry knives of some kind. For hunters or hikers or campers or something. Anything would do for now. Without watching for cars, he nonchalantly crossed the street as cars screeched to a halt and honked at him. Ignoring it, he walked into the store, hearing the chime of the bell on the door. How tacky. He thought sarkily. Jimmy walked around, trying to seem as inconspicuous as possible.It mostly worked, until he had issues finding the knives. He looked towards the staff at the counter.

"Oi. Mind directing me to the hunting section?" he asked, feeling out of place.

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Trinity just wasn't a normal being, she just wasn't. Today she knew that; even if she undoubtably didn't want to know of this fact. Denial was an illusion that wasn't as noticably familar for her as much; it was wearing down, showing through the fake wishes that she covered herself with. It was odd, even for her, to not know about things like this. She was considered incredibly smart to the average human, and to even most of the students at college. That was what she was just thinking about in the early morning, for the day had barely begun and she already was thinking about how the day would be. Most likely horrible, a good day would be one that didn't start off with nightmares. The nightmares had come and gone for a few weeks of her parents, they weren't bad images, but it was the thought of them that hurt her so much. That was the worst part about these dreams; they didn't bear terror to her mind or scare her out of her own wits, they were just so jubiliant with their memories that they bore from the past.

The past was ever so different than her future, and guilt always flooded over her whenever she was beginning to forget them. Forget that they died, and just let go of the past that wasn't retrievable. Her twin, was one of the things that made her envious; it was the nature of how she was that made her so resentful of her. She did love her sister, but it just was hard to accept that she'd never ever be able to live like her, that she was going to have to, someday, be all by herself.

Getting to work, something that amazed most of her peers, was more difficult for her than ever. The mere fact that she was able to stock the store, even with help, amazed and wowed all of the people that she knew. Everyone wanted her to work, since they somehow thought that it would change her, as if that would ever happen; not even clinics and pyschologists broke her confusing communication methods. And they really tried; they would work hours just talking to her, as if that would make a difference. They thought they could change the unchangable, do what others considered impossible. They were naive about how to go about anything with her; no one really knew what she meant, sometimes she wondered if her own twin understood her.

Going into the sports store, and it was a decent time of day, it was unusually emptier than ever before. Only few people were there, it was cleared, no one other than a younger person stood. He seemed to be lost, not knowing where to go; it seemed to her that he didn't have a clue around the place. Even she was able to figure out which ways to get around; she had to stock the shelves of the store routinely. Trinity noticed a call from the boy, later on, that he needed help finding the hunting section. She tapped him on the arm and gestured towards herself. Moments passed, then started to lead the way to the destination, for this was something that she would allow herself to do. This was still respecting her parents, while being helpful to a cute boy.

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He couldn't help but flinch. It was an instant reaction to being touched, it was his body's defense mechanism. He turned to face a realitively pretty young woman, maybe a few years older than himself. Jimmy's eyes and stance relaxed slightly, letting his guard down just a little bit, even though being around girls made him a little nervous. Just another one of the precautions his body took. He quietly nodded in response when she pointed to herself. He didn't mind her silence. Sometimes, it could be a good quality, though it did bother the deeply curious part of him that instictively wanted to know just why she didn't speak.

Jimmy followed her to the part of store he'd been looking for and he flashed a brief, rare smile. It could've even been classified as a mere twitch of the lips. He had no reason to smile, it was simply an action that made him seem as human as everyone else. It satiated the drive some people had to see to it that everyone was okay. He had met some people like that. Some guy who'd decided he was going to try and save such a poor poor, orphaned teenager. But some people didn't want to be saved. Just like some skeletons didn't stay in their closets.

His eyes trailed along the case full of knifes, one of which was opened on the case from where someone had obviously taken it out to observe such a blade. Picking it up gently and examining it, Jimmy wrinkled his nose at the lame camoflage pattern on it. He twirled it around in his hand with skill, looking upon it with fascination. The blade whirled around in his hand, until he slipped up and accidentally cut a crimson path along his palm. Setting the knife down, disregarding the bleeding of his hand, he glanced at a silver butterfly knife on the bottom shelf of the case.

A grin curled at his lips and he motioned to it, glancing up to see if the pretty red head was still there. "Mind getting that one out for me?" he asked, as if it was the most normal thing. Jimmy had no problem with being a freak or getting himself in to dangerous happenings. The cut on his palm? It didn't bother him. Other people may have flipped out, but Jimmy was cool under fire. He'd managed worse wounds in street fights.

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At the flinch of his body, Trin was a tad startled. It was just interesting that it seemed to be the first thing that he did; that was so different from most responses. And it always was shockingly perfect to her that he was fine with the way that she just was silent. It was just how she was; who she was as a person. Or at least what she had become, grew to be over time. The skeleton hiding inside of that closet, most likely wouldn't be pleasurable to find out. Worth it, but nevertheless it seemed all reasons as to why wouldnt' be likely nice for the giver to share. Not like Trin could even empathize in the least; she was most likely as different to him as one could be.

A smile, that was faint, was surprising for her to notice, nevertheless see. Blue didn't see why he was smiling, what was their to be happy about? It was puzzling, but Trin thought that maybe it was her. Maybe he liked how she looked? Trin started to think about how it made her glad to be smiled at; so began to think about why it was horrible for her to be gleeful. It was another trap that she threw herself into; she couldn't forget or be happy without her parents. That was wrong, it is wrong for her to do that.

No, don't do that to yourself, seemed like the new thing that Blue always tried to convince herself. That usually just made the whole thing worse, and as usual; it did. Escalation wasn't the the best move, if she was trying to save herself, and maybe she wasn't. Maybe that was the point of doing such things, but that was okay, she deserved it. She was commiting crimes against her parents, and she loved them, that was hurting the family that would have always been there. Unlike what it seems like what will happen with her sister.

Trin noticed his hand; it was now bleeding. The boy didn't seem to mind a bit, he actually seemed a bit gleeful about it. Once again her interest was perked up, and she had the overwhelming urge to write it down on a notebook and ask. Then again, he was a complete stranger, and she didn't know him well enough to have the right to ask such questions. Not at all, and Trin; never understood why people never respected her in the slightest. She was somewhat of the ugly step-child with her sister; she was dragged along due to the fact she seemed to pity Trin. Was that why? Again, the red head wondered why she even deserved that much.

Trin nodded to the question, and grabbed the knife. She didn't honestly care if anyone did the right thing at this point, she just wanted to ask a question, that she shouldn't ask. And one that she by no means, deserved to, especially since she was such a horrible person that wasn't loyal to ones that she held dearly.

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Being peculiar was what Jimmy did best, even though he was attempting (and failing horribly) at trying to seem nonchalant. You couldn't very well put aside your true nature. It just didn't work. It was like those cinemas they showed, where the monster tried to put aside it's killing instict to fall in love with a girl. In the end, in one way or another, life just didn't work like that. On the screen, it may have been possible, but there was a large gap and distance between real life and the films. Jimmy knew this well. In most films, they didn't show orphaned children growing up amongst the squalor of the Lower East side. They didn't show the sickness and the starvation or the death. No, because that would be showing the truth, and that was the last thing people wanted to hear.

Jimmy was guilty of truth slanting himself. He lied, he cheated, he stole all for the sake of survival. It was just what he'd grown up knowing needed to be done, and he lied and told himself it was the only thing he could do. It was the only thing he was able to do to keep from dying. Could he get into a college and become some kind of famous brain surgeon? Of course he could. Could he start some kind of band and become famous? Why yes he could. He had just as much freedom to do those things as anyone else, despite the massive amount of work it required to do those things. Jimmy didn't understand that, though. His mind had been stuck on a looped playback it was almost unreal that he'd still kept a good amount of his sanity. The amount of stress involved in his lifestyle? It killed some people.

Casually, Jimmy reached down and tore a strip of fabric from his shirt, an automatic action in response to the large gash in his hand. It was an animal instinct to him anymore. You were hungry, you found food. You needed money, you stole it. You were injured, you put yourself back together again. It was just a reaction. He wrapped the black shirt fabric around his hand as the red headed girl got the knife out for him. He quietly thanked her and exaimined the silver knife. His eyes were a bit less bright now, as the thrill of holding a knife in his hand once again had fleeted. He was once again angry at the men who'd taken away the one prized possesion he'd had. Of course, they couldn't have known where he'd gotten the ornate blade from, but anger still existed deep within him, mixed in with some emotional pain and misery that resided in Jimmy on a regular basis.

He glanced at the girl, who seemed to be looking at him curiously, and he closed the open blade in his hand. She wanted an answer. He could tell. He got the same look in his own hazel eyes whenever he asked something of someone. Now, he silently wondered what the question was. "Yes?" he said with an inquiry in his voice. He was giving her the permission to ask about whatever it was that was puzzling her. It would hopefully cease to make him the point of interest. Taking out the wallet he'd snatched earlier, he began walking to the register, assuming the curious girl would come along and either help him or at least follow him.

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Trinity never really knew of what was, or what would be, of course she could estimate, but why would she? Not like anything would work out, or even be better than tomorrow, her parents were dead. She is alone, what could even seem to make things just a tad better? One word that she would always describe herself as, was selfish. The way that she always was trying to have fun, that was wrong. It was betrayal; it was being a horrible person. Simple as that, and that was obvious to her. It seemed like what everyone called a genius or a doornail, was just plain stupid.

Trin would never let it go, never leave the past behind. Everyone who said, "Honey, its time to move on," was wrong. It never would be. Love is a tie, memories are ties, and she never would sever that bond. Everyone told her to see the glass half full, not half empty. Why does anyone care that she has her own views? Why is that even relevant to anything in her life? She didn't understand why anyone would try to fix her. It was who she was; to be a selfish, horrible person. Why would anyone care about such people? Due to the fact, it seemed everyone was seeing the glass half full, and that was true.

They had hope, and she had none. It was barren, and cold, where her life would ever be. Trin was surprised to see a piece of fabric, from his shirt, on the wound. It was to treat the injury, obviously. She followed him and grabbed a notebook, from the counter, and wrote, "Its not my place. Sorry." She started to ring up the knife, as if it were normal, and waited for his response. Speaking was only when dire; not like anyone could understand her. Probably not even her own sister.