New Place, Same Hunt (Open)

[jonathan]

Capping the orange juice container, he placed it back in the refrigerator. As the other two Animorphs scrounged around for some food--or coffee, in Xander's case--Jon leaned against one of the counters, sipping at his cup of orange juice quietly. He'd already eaten earlier before, and he wasn't hungry enough to bother with trying to find something more to eat. Jon smirked a bit at Xander as he messed with the coffee maker.

Turning his attention to Antione, the smirk on his face faded slightly as he listened to the other Animorph's story. Most people here that you talked to could spout a similar story; Life is normal, before the Yeerks came in and ruined it. An unending struggle against having a slug shoved into your ear before stumbling into the Animorph's path. It had never happened to Jon. He'd never run from the Yeerks, he'd never had his family destroyed by them or had to scrape by and hide. When the time had come, he had willingly put his ear to the yeerk pool and let himself be controlled. It wasn't to say that Jon had no sympathy for the stories he heard, more that he found it harder and harder to relate.

Setting the cup down on the counter, Jon crossed his arms across his chest. "Train us in what? Guns?" He asked, curious.

[xander]

Xander sat quietly for a moment and listened to Antione. After the animorph was done Xander clicked his tongue and shrugged. He reached across the table and stole some of the ham Antione had out.

“Rough patch, eh?” he said with a raised eyebrow before tilting back his head and dropping the food in his mouth.

While he appreciated the kid’s motives, Xander knew about life on the streets. Running, hiding, ducking, dodging, the like. Sure Antione could probably show him something new but it was still different verse, same as the first. As for the sob story, he’d heard more than his share of them. Sad still but in these times, what wasn’t?

“Don’t suppose you could just tell me what your favorite color is and expand the topic from there?”

[anisaul5]

The more he thought about teaching, the less he cared for it. Teaching wasn't his strong suit, and by the question Jonathan had just given him, he doubted he could teach them at all. Standing up he headed towards the door. Not to seem highly improper, Antione turned around to answer both questions.

"I'm not going to train you anymore. I'm going to ask if I can leave, anyways it is much more fun out there then in here." That took care of Jonathan. Looking at Xander, he continued, "Yes it was a rough patch, and my favorite color is black." With this he headed out the door, deciding that he would figure out where he had to go by himself.

[xander]

“Black, that’s a shocker,” Xander took another sip of his coffee. It wasn’t the best tasting but it worked. He watched over the brim of the cup as Antione walked out. Just as he was getting out the door Xander yelled after him, “I’m partial to yellow myself”.

He hoped off the table and grabbed another piece of ham. Xander filled up the cup to and turned to Jon.

“Ya staying here? I’m probably going to head back to the course. Join if you’d like,” he took a sip off the coffee, “If you are staying, mind putting that away?” He pointed at the ham, gave a quick nod and walked out of the mess.