Andrew Kirke (tuned_in) wrote in the_colony, @ 2010-06-16 17:14:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | ^ week 09, andrew kirke, molly williams, | drew and molly |
Week Nine: Tuesday
Characters: Molly Williams and Drew Kirke.
Location: The radio tower.
Summary: Molly returns with news about the Siena Suites and its occupants. Drew finds himself a reason to go talk to the supposed "big wigs."
Rating: PG-13 for mild language.
Molly had stood there watching Leo's truck head back to the suites for a moment before she forced her body into action. Hopping back on the bike she had found on campus, Molly peddled as quickly as she could to that exact location. She didn't bother looking back until she found herself speeding down the familiar roads of the campus, only slowing down when she saw the radio tower in sight.
Her mind was running a million miles an hour and she wasn't entirely sure where to start. She had seen two almost completely different sides of this group in such a short time period. There was Searle, who had been nice enough to give her fresh peaches and other food when he hadn't n to. He had explained how the colony had been run and they had watched a movie. And then there was Leo, who had seemed like a super nice person and had even had an adorable little boy. But he had that tattoo and Derek had told them about that, and while she didn't know what it meant exactly, she knew it was bad. His anger flaring up as he kicked her out of the truck had been terrifying.
She was out of breath and a little red in the face when she barged into the room. She was still frowning and little wide eyed. Silently she dropped herself into the chair, placing the back pack full of food on the table they typically ate meals on, gesturing for him to open it.
"I went to see Searle and his group today."
Drew frowned at the color in her face, scooting his chair closer before he started to unzip the pack. When he saw the fruit inside, his eyes went wide.
"Holy shit, Molls," Drew said, surprise etched into his features. "Was this from them?"
"Well, it was from one of them." She said, a little bit of annoyance in her voice, "Searle gave me a bit of a tour when I was there, he showed me their gardens and the supply room. They're really organized, and he let me take some of their fresh food while we were there."
That news was enough to surprise him further, though not in a good way. They were just giving hand outs? It made sense for Molly maybe, but the others knew fully well that Molly wasn't completely alone. Either they were too nice or just plain stupid.
"I sense a 'but' coming," he said, looking at her.
Molly was hesitant. She looked up at Drew than down at her hands and than back up at Drew. She wasn't sure exactly what to tell him about Leo, if she should say something about Leo. She shifted in her seat.
"Searle's a great guy. Bridget and Jack are really cool too. I like them. I just... there is this one guy there... I don't think he's very... I think he might be one of those bad guys Derek was talking about? Maybe. I mean... he was really nice at first. But then he got super mad after I saw his tattoo." Molly said pointing to her wrist as a gesture of where his tattoo was. "It was a seven."
The slight frown immediately deepened. Derek had definitely said the tattoo was a seven. Maybe it was a coincidence, but Drew wasn't so sure. If this group was harboring that kind of gang member, he found himself even further disenchanted.
"Where was it?" he asked her.
"His left wrist, on the inside." She said with a nod after a second of thought, "I only noticed because we were driving, and I happened to look over at him and I saw it. He seemed like a really nice person, up until he got made. He even had a cute little boy with him." Molly frowned, she felt bad for Walker.
Wrist. Drew vaguely remembered Derek saying that. "I'll give Derek a shout out later. Hopefully he'll page back and let us know." Drew tugged out one of the pieces of fruit, temporarily amazed at the way the fuzzy skin clung to his palm. He hadn't touched, smelled, or eaten a peach in what felt like forever.
"What if Derek is mistaken? Like... what if these people aren't really bad guys or something?" She said with a frown. It really bugged her how nice Leo had been up until the end. And he had a toddler, what bad people kept small children around? She leaned back in her chair, smirking a little bit as Drew studied the peach. He brought it up to his face, bringing the fruit up beneath his nose and breathing in deeply. The wrinkle on his brow smoothed, and he smiled faintly.
"God, I almost don't wanna eat it. It's so perfect it hurts," he said. Then be bit into it.
Molly couldn't help but laugh and shake her head at Drew. "You're a dork." She giggled before reaching in the bag and pulling one out for herself, rolling it around in her hand for a moment before taking her own bite. "I think... this is the best peach I've ever eaten."
"Definitely in my top five," Drew concurred, one hand coming up under his chin to catch any bit of juice dribbling down. He quickly licked his fingers. "Mm."
"There are a couple of more in the bag too, and some veggies which I can cook up for lunch and stuff." she said with a large grin. Molly had never been too fond of fresh vegetables when they were regularly available, but now that they weren't, the thought alone was enough to excite her.
"Surprise me," he said, giving her a crooked grin. After a moment of slowly devouring his peach, he let his eyes go unfocused in thought. Maybe this guy wasn't bad. It could very well be a coincidence. Seven was a lucky number. Maybe he'd had it before everything happened.
"I will do my best." Molly said with a large grin, taking another long bite out of her peach. "You know, you should come with me to the suites one time. It's not bad, you know."
"I'll think about it," he said after a moment, his voice sincere. At any rate, he wanted to talk to the people from the meetup and ask them if they knew the histories of the people living with them. He wasn't sure he wanted to live with anyone who had a dangerous history.
"Couldn't hurt." Molly said with a shrug, "They're pretty nice people."
He gave a hum of acknowledgment, though he didn't further address it. He knew Molly wanted to be there; it was written all over her. A part of him was tempted to find a reason to make her go, be it to go along with her and then leave, or give her a reason no to trust him. Both ways didn't appeal to him at all. Molly didn't deserve that kind of treatment. There were so few people left in the world worth trusting.
"So dinner tonight. I'm thinkin' maybe I wanna help cook too for a change. That way I don't forget how."
"That's fine with me. It could be fun." She told him with a smile, "It's like riding a bike or something. Not really something you forget how to do." She said with a laugh, though she wouldn't mind the company or the help.
"I've been saving a pork roast for a few weeks from the cafeteria freezer," Drew said with a hint of enthusiasm. "We could have that and a veggie stirfry and maybe some of this fruit with some yellow cake."
Molly's mouth was watering just thinking about that. "For once we'll eat something that isn't from a can." She said with a light chuckle. "Is it bad that I'm horribly excited?"
"Psh, bad?" he replied, grinning. "Nah. No such thing. Are you gonna be around for a few? I gotta do a station break in a few minutes."
"Yeah, I'll stick around, I don't have anything better to do. All I had planned for the day was to go out to Searle's place and I did that already." She said with a slight nod.
"Cool," he said with a nod and a smile. Reluctantly putting down his nearly-finished peach, he wiped his hands on his khakis and got the equipment ready for the next broadcast.