Re: Cell: Beau & Ford
[Ford was sitting against the leg of his bunk bed, scribbling at his brother, when Beau spoke. Ford looked up, his dark curls greasy from lack of washing and the side of his neck creased with dirt. The white shirt was gray all over and soaked with a semi-permanent stain at the center of his chest, and let's not talk about what stained his jeans.
He folded his notebook and shoved it into his bag, where his headphones where just barely visible. He was saving his battery for as long as possible, taking small tastes of music like starving men would bread. He rolled up to his feet and grinned at Beau, following up toward the door and beyond.]