[PurpleBox]

“It was the first District me and Tristan where in years ago...a… crew I used to run with where strong there...thought they’d care about more than the bottom line… got out fast when that wasn’t the case… I stick to my District and they to theirs…. So far that’s worked but I don’t hold my breath if i see then at… work.” Ian was clearly good at telling the truth while also leaving out details that could get him killed, like going outside the walls without a permit.

“Yeah… heal…” Ian winced as a shot of pain flared up his leg. The scrambled eggs brought back a fuzzy memory… their mum had made them scrambled eggs before… when they’d managed to find a chicken and her eggs….

Ian shook his head. “No shorts….don’t like having exposed skin out there.” HIs face was flushed strongly now, sweat clearly dripping down his temples. Ian just carefully used his hunting knife to cut off the jeans above the cut after managing to get the makeshift bandage off, the gash looked worse than he remembered. Not that he’d had good light to see it.

“This is gonna hurt isn't it?” he asked, freckled hands gripping the arm of the couch. The signs of the fever where similar to the ones that most people experience when their bodies fought off small amounts of spores. This wasn’t that simple, Ian needed some form of treatment or the leg could go septic in a few days… whatever had been on the metal he had gotten cut with was nasty, more than rust definitely.

While the red head was always wanting out of the city he always made sure to never do two jobs so close together… at least until last night when the little boy had come to his door… everyone else would need to find another scavenger to get things for them for a while… and that turned Ian’s stomach a bit...if his presence wasn’t strong, then another could move in and take his place as unofficial scavenger for the District… or worse, Mavrik could send goons in to take over as scavengers and charge people….

Cool hands brushed his ginger strands away and Ian was looking into Tristan’s worried blue eyes.

If Taka asked him Ian would tell her how to get out... heck he would probably even teach her the signs he'd learnt for the area around the District's exit... and about the smuggler and scavenger cache's that where sprinkled around.