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Jayden sat calmly on the edge of a bench, staring forwards with a devious smirk on his face. He wasn't that clean at that time, for once again he hadn't gone back to the Community Home. He had wandered the streets, and unfortunatly hadn't found a stranger who let him stay with them. The bench was his bed that night... but surprisingly Jayden didn't mind.

Wandering the streets and running was a part of Jayden's lifestyle, and he actually preferred it. Staying at the Community Home meant being with other kids who had been abandoned, like him. Abandoned was what Jayden called being left on the doorstep as a baby; growing up without a slim idea of who his parents were.

Jayden pushed these thoughts out of his mind, focusing on the people that were walking by. The citizens of District 3 were used to him just sleeping anywhere, and actually some of them let him stay for a few nights, until he became too much to handle and was thrown back on the streets. Some passed by, giving him a roll of the eyes with a smile, or simply ignored him. Jayden gave them a wide smile in return, his dreadlocks falling in his face.

He stood up from where he sat, lifting his arms up into a stretch with a loud yawn. His dreadlocks fell back as he straightened back up, calmly beginning to push through the small crowd of people in the district square. Jayden ignored the quiet hisses of protest as he barged through, not even caring who he pushed aside.

His eyes were staring straight at the food stand located outside a store. A man was standing behind it, his back turned away from the stand as he talked to a woman with her child. Jayden snickered under his breath, quickly approaching it as his eyes fell upon a plain bagel. It was still warm from being cooked in the oven inside the store.

Jayden lifted his face up as he breathed in, the smell of the warm pastries surrounding him. A smirk appeared once again on his tan face as his hand reached out to the warm bagel. He could see some freezing in their buying, watching him cautiously. Everyone knew that he stole, but they still couldn't believe that he did it with so many people around.

His hand finally gripped around the bagel, the heat slightly burning his callused hand. Jayden quickly began to place it in his jeans pocket, but unfortunatly someone had seen. Well, someone other than the people who had frozen in their tracks. It was the store owner, the big fat man who had turned around just in time to see Jayden taking it. 'Crap, just say you're about to buy it'

Usually Jayden did his best to stay around people, and avoid being alone. He hated being alone, for it gave him too much time to think about his messed up life, and it reminded him of being left to die by his parents. He always tried to stick around people, or try to get attention by stealing so he wouldn't feel so lost. Yes, he knew that there where probably dozens of kids out there who had it worse than him; he was sure of it. After all, he came from a richer district, where people in the lower districts were probably all starving to death. At least he had food... from stealing.

Jayden sighed for a long period of time, letting his head fall back to rest against the wall of the building. His eyes stared blankly upward, trying to figure out what he would do for the rest of the day. Surely the Community Home owners were wondering where he had gone off to, for he had been missing far longer than usual. Usually Jayden left for about three days, but this time it was up to six days. For some peculiar reason, he was beginning to loathe that place (more than he already did).

He barely looked down as he heard feet approaching. It was probably a peacekeeper coming to tell him off or bring him to the detention center. It was probably the latter, for he had far too many warnings. Jayden's eyes traveled down calmly, a surprised gleam suddenly appearing in them when they layed upon a boy.

Jayden stared at the boy curiously, his dreadlocks once again falling in his face. Slowly he stood up, his back still resting against the wall; his eyes traveling to the bowl of fruit as the boy asked him if he wanted any. Such a random... but nice question. Those were rare to the rebellic boy, for questions were usually about why he had stolen or where he had been.

He smirked, approaching the boy and placing his hand in the bowl. He plucked out a blueberry and plopped it in his mouth. "Thanks, haven't had fruit in a while" Jayden said, his voice friendlier than he appeared, though it was slightly rough. He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, lifting it up to the boy to show that he didn't want anymore, despite the great taste that the fruit gave.

Jayden's eyes traveled over the boy once again, guessing that he wasn't that much younger than himself. Probably one or two years younger. "Name's Jayden by the way. Jayden Azrielle" he said, offering a thin smile towards him. He offered out his hand, despite the thin spots of dirt located on it.

Jayden's blue gaze followed Darox's arm as he calmly pulled it back. He could slightly see the thought in the boy's eyes once his arm was back at his side, causing Jayden to sigh under his breath. He had probably caused Darox to start worrying if he would tell anyone, which one cause even more unneeded stress.

"I'll keep a look-out for Mr. Fat-so." Darox said, slowly bringing Jayden out of his worrying. The comment brought several chuckles from him, his eyes containing the mischevious glint in them as always. It was extremely amusing to Jayden when he caused trouble and was rude, and even more funny when he brought someone else into the trouble.

As much as he knew that Darox was probably the complete opposite from him, Jayden couldn't help but feel happy that he might have someone else with him. Someone who could help him cause trouble (even more unlikely) and give him some company. Company was something he needed and craved, well at least company that was actually decent. Most of the people he surrounded himself with weren't the nicest people you'd see on the streets.

Jayden smirked with a low sigh, scratching his head silently. His fingers got stuck frequently in some of the clumps of hair, causing him to grab some of his hair with his other hand and free his fingers. As he worked on freeing his fingers from a large knot, he looked back at Darox in frustration "I really should cut my hair, it gets annoying after a while" he muttered, finally managing to get them out.

"Anyways, I've never seen you before. Do you live near here?" he asked. His failed attempt at making a decent conversation caused many laughs escape him. He usually wasn't good at having a nice conversation, for once again he was never with nice people.

"Yeah. I sort of don't get outside a lot.. I sort of just sit in my room all day.. I don't really have a social life. I'm sort of.. depressed? Yeah, you can say that." Jayden listened intently to the response, confusion flowing into his curious mind. Yes, he had guessed that Darox had something going on in his life to force him to slit his wrists, so him being depressed didn't surprise him...but he wondered why.

Jayden never thought much about others in the district, and how they might have worse problems then he faced. He always just assumed that everyone in District 3 had it good, for they were one of the richer districts. It began to show him how simple-minded he was, and how he never came out of his own grief and consider others.

"If you don't mind me asking, why are you depressed?" Jayden asked, slight sympathy revealed in his crystal-blue eyes. It covered the deviant shine in them, already causing him to appear nicer. There was no deviant smirk, just a slight frown as he waited to see if Darox would answer. He would understand if the boy didn't wish to talk about it, for Jayden never never spoke about his parents abandoning him, and how he dreaded being alone.

Even though he was talking to someone, Jayden was already beginning to feel lonesome. He longed for a bigger crowd, and began to feel the need to cause some trouble. Making trouble would make him noticed, all the eyes of the street would be on him, yelling at him. Just the thought sent tingles down his spine in delight, but he knew he needed to stay. He needed to talk to Darox and find out what was wrong, and maybe even help him. Who knew? Maybe the boy would unknowingly help him, for he was already attempting to not cause any mischief.