#another mindless drawing to destress

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The Angel of Death Pt35

Inspired by this Story Starter by @someone-ev

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“Fine. Would you tell us what you’re planning then?” Adrien’s voice was pleading and she didn’t understand why until she looked at Chloe. The girl was still obviously distraught. Tris just frowned at them both.

“Telling you puts us all in more danger. It’s best that you don’t know of my actions, especially beforehand. I’m going to do what I need to to keep the Miraculous and all of you safe. That’s really all you need to know.”

“Maybe we could help if you’d let us.” Chloe’s mumbled words sounded petulant and Tris just sighed.

“Chloe, I’m an assassin. Not only is helping me in any way illegal, I’m not about to pull anyone else into that life. Certainly not either of you. If I learn anything that affects you or your safety I’ll tell you. Otherwise it’s best you two pretend that yesterday never happened.” Their shared look told her that wasn’t likely to happen but hopefully they would just keep it between them.

“Fine. But if anything happens to you I’ll kill you myself.” Tris felt a smile tug at her lips at Chloe’s declaration. “If you’re not doing anything we’re going to have a movie and snack marathon the rest of the day. You should join so you can get part of the real ‘teenage experience.’” Adrien was bouncing excitedly beside her and even Chloe seemed happy with the thought for all she was mocking it. Tris thought about it for a moment. All her preparation was in motion and she didn’t have to check on anything, so why not?

“Okay, but only if I can use my own snacks. The ones you guys have have zero nutritional value and honestly just make me nauseous if I eat more than a little bit.” Adrien gasped in mock offense but Chloe just rolled her eyes.

“They’re not supposed to have nutritional value. That’s the point. But if it will get you out there on that couch with us, fine. Bring your protein bars or whatever other horrible tasting crap you have in here.” All of them had been making fun of her diet since the day she got there. It was carefully constructed to give her the nutrients and energy she needed to train and do her job. Taste wasn’t a factor and they seemed to take issue with it. It was kind of like them always asking her what she wanted. She didn’t understand why it mattered. Before she could respond however the two grabbed her arms and hulled her out into the living room with them.

“Movie night! Luka gets to pick since it’s Tris’s first time. Otherwise we’ll spend the entire night arguing over what to watch.” Chloe’s brusk words earned a raised eyebrow from Kagami but Luka just smiled and shrugged.

“Sure Chloe. So Tris what kind of movies do you like?"

"Don’t know. I haven't watched any since I was seven, and I don't remember much about those." And there was the pity and horror again. Everyone except Kagami was looking at her like she’d been deprived of one of life's basic necessities. It was going to be a long night.

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Three hours and two movies later, Tris was wedged between Chloe and Kagami, Luka was on Chloe’s other side, and Adrien was sprawled across everyone's laps.

"I still don’t understand the point of this. It’s not educational in any way, and it didn’t even make sense most of the time." Luka and Adrien both looked highly offended.

“It’s entertainment! It’s not supposed to be educational because it’s how you destress. It’s just supposed to be fun.” Tris frowned at Adrien and would have argued with him but Kagami leaned over to whisper in her ear.

“I agree with you but the more you fight them on this the more of your time they’ll take up trying to prove their point. Better one night every few weeks than one movie every night until they decide you get it.” Tris shot the girl a consoling look. Every night? She was already bored out of her mind so if this became a daily occurrence chances were high someone would get stabbed.

“I guess these just weren’t my type of movie then.” The other three started making suggestions of different types of movie they could try next and Tris realized that probably wasn’t the best response.

“How about a compromise?” Kagami’s calm voice managed to make the others pause. “You three can watch for entertainment and Tris and I can critique the lack of realism and blatant factual errors. That way we all enjoy ourselves.” The boys looked absolutely betrayed but Chloe just shrugged.

“Only if you do it quietly so you don’t ruin it for the rest of us.” She stuck out a hand to shake and Kagami took it.

“Deal.”

“I can’t believe you don’t like movies. What is wrong with you two?” Kagami just shrugged at Adrien’s hurt tone.

“Escapism was highly discouraged when I was young. You have to deal with life and there’s no point putting it off with mindless drivel. All that does is waste time.” Tris was nodding along to the explanation. Using such methods to ignore your problems simply created more problems. She didn’t understand why everyone found that concept so hard to grasp.

“You’re both missing out. If you can’t enjoy life, what’s the point of living?” Luka’s question caused Tris to frown. There were millions of people around the world who didn’t enjoy life but still managed to be productive. Besides, once you’ve seen the worst of humanity and suffering, it seemed wrong to enjoy something that so many others can’t. She also didn’t deserve to enjoy life after everything she’d done, but that was another matter entirely.

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[wisenedup]

Township

Bill has a pretty strict schedule of duties written down; when to check which barricades, when to clear out which fences and traps, to double check safe houses and storage spaces, etc.

It has become fairly fluid, as Bill has gotten skilled at reading the weather. He adjusts his schedule according to the weather he’s expecting.

He has at least one day off every two weeks for relaxing and trying to destress.

His days off are usually spent holed up in whichever safe house. He has a few electronics he’s managed to barely keep working- handheld gaming decides, mostly, along with a couple music players(for MP3s, cassettes, CDs, etc). He dedicates some time every once in a while to drawing, and has stacks upon stacks of sketchbooks. One of his safe houses, each wall is painted with a different mural.

Bill occasionally gets attached to one of the infected residents of his town- perhaps it’s especially mindless, or wears a shirt he likes(a band he used to enjoy, a game he used to love, some dumbass one-liner), or especially hardy. He usually leaves them be, and feels bad when he has to kill them- maybe because now they directly threaten him, or because they’re starting to go bloater.

On his days off, he specifically sets aside time to try to get some extra sleep in. As much as he can’t stand the nightmares, he knows he needs sleep.

He obsessively plans big moves(mostly shifting gear across town to maintain and repair his defensive measures, but sometimes to shift stashes around) around town. This usually involves clearing out the infected between points A and B and sometimes going through the motions of something he has to do if it’s a little more complicated, or a chore he doesn’t have to do often.

From time to time, he’ll clear out portions of the infected in town, particularly clickers that are starting to grow fungal armor plates. He uses the infected as another line of defense, but doesn’t want to be overrun by them.

Part of his duties are to the check all the breachable houses and make sure noting has died inside them, clearing out any infected corpses to cut down on spore production. This is the one mayoral duty he hates most.

In his obsessive scheduling, he’s dedicated times it’s safe for him to drink; when he’s camped out in defensible positions, when he’s tinkering around inside of safe houses, on his few days off.