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Senseless Indulgences	By : Solariel89 Category: My Chemical Romance > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1385 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This story is pure fiction. I do not profit from this story monetarily or otherwise. I do not know MCR, nor do I own the Danger Days universe. I do however own my OC's, so no stealing them, please.

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A few days passed and Chris' strength began to return. She roamed the diner and the surrounding area, but she was never alone. One of the killjoys always accompanied her on her walks. They told her it was to be sure she didn't overexert herself, but everyone- Chris included- knew it was really because they didn't trust her.
Not that she minded. It was actually nice knowing someone would always be there. And it's not like they acted as government agents or anything. They did actually talk to her about a lot of things. They got her caught up on what happened outside BLI after the fires. Apparently BLI did indeed have a presence in the zones, but it wasn't as strong as the one they had in Battery City. In the city, Dracs were everywhere, all the time. They enforced curfew, maintained limited access to restricted areas, policed public knowledge, and acted as law enforcement. Apparently it was the same in the zones, only there weren't as many Dracs out and there weren't any restricted areas. The killjoys mostly only dealt with them when they went into towns and crossed into the inner zones. Otherwise, Dracs were rarely seen.
Chris managed to form a tenuous bond with Kobra Kid, Fun Ghoul, and Jet Star. The three of them were easy to talk to and they enjoyed talking with her. She rarely interacted with Dr. Death Defying, who preferred staying in the broadcast room, and when she met Show Pony, he was stopping in for a rest before leaving on another mission. Party Poison and Lost Star were the two that Chris found most difficult to get along with. Neither man trusted her at all.
Her conversations with Party Poison mostly consisted of bland discussions of the rules and regulations in the city and the zones. Despite trying to keep her history a secret, she did reveal that she knew much of what happened in the confines of the city. That did nothing to allay Party's fears about her.
Lost Star didn't talk to her much. He artfully dodged every attempt at small talk and only spoke to her when absolutely necessary. It was on one of the days she was with Lost that she received her raygun.
Lost hacked into the white BLI vending machine and pushed the buttons for a gun and battery. "You don't need it right now, so we're going to keep it at the diner," he told her as he handed her the pristine white gun.
Chris looked at the gun with wide eyes. What good is a gun when you can't keep it with you? "So what do I do to defend myself?"
"You're always going to be with at least one killjoy until you can shoot." Lost continued walking, not waiting for her to catch up.
Chris stared blankly at the vending machine before running to catch up with him. "So when do I practice shooting?"
"When we get back to the diner. We’ll start teaching you as soon as we get there."
"So… what, my gun's just going to sit there while I'm out roaming the zones?" Chris nearly screamed.
Lost rounded on her and stared coldly into her eyes. "Let's get one thing clear. None of us trust you. I don't even want you to have a gun, but I'm apparently the only one." Chris faltered. Had she heard that right? Did that mean Party Poison trusted her enough to give her a gun? "You are going to be restricted to the diner until we can find a killjoy who's willing to go on minor missions with you. Even then, until you learn to shoot you're not allowed to take your gun away from the diner."
"Why not?" Chris stood with her hands on her hips, glaring at Lost. "What if there's an attack? How the hell am I going to defend myself if I can't shoot?"
"Minor missions are minor not because they aren't important, but because you don't run into Dracs!" Lost yelled. His sandy brown hair fell over his face, but Chris could still see the anger flashing behind those sea green eyes. He calmed. "Besides, Drac fights are chaotic. It's not like you're going to be standing in a firing line with nothing between you and the Dracs you're fighting. People move around- they step in your line of fire. If you can't shoot, you could hit an ally. At best, your gun's on stun and they're okay. At worst, your gun's not on stun and you kill them. Either way, your ally is down and the Dracs swarm you."
Chris' first instinct was to protest and tell him he was an idiot for thinking she might accidentally shoot a friend, but she realized he was right. She may not shoot someone on their side, but, then again, she might. The risk was too great and she knew it. She nodded and continued walking back to the diner.
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When Chris made it back to the diner, Lost lagged behind to catch Party Poison. "Hey, P, can we talk a minute?"
"Yeah." Party Poison put down the paint brush he was using. He'd been working on putting a black widow spider on the hood of the Trans Am. It needed a second coat, but he wanted to focus his attention on Lost. "What's on your mind?"
Lost gestured to the diner. "How well do we trust her?"
Party quirked an eyebrow. "We don't. Why?"
"Why are we giving her a gun?" Lost Star sighed. "I know we've already been over this, but I still don't get it. Why are we giving her a gun if we don't trust her?"
"Well, for one thing, she needs to know how to protect herself." Lost started to interrupt, but Party held up his hand to stop him. "Let me finish." Lost's mouth shut and he glanced at the ground before staring hard into his eyes. His jaw was clenched. "We're restricting her to the diner so Dr. Death can keep an eye on her. Besides, Pony's gonna be here and you'll be here until we can find a killjoy willing to take her on missions."
"Wait." Lost stared at Party with a look somewhere between shock and pure agony. "I'm going to be here?"
Party nodded. "Dr. Death can't always watch her. He has to broadcast and he's not going to let her in the broadcast room, so someone's got to keep an eye on her while he's in there. And Pony is still going to scout every morning, so that leaves you."
"And why can't you guys stay here every once in a while? Why am I the one that gets saddled with babysitting her?"
"We'll be here some days, but most days it's going to be you and Pony."
"You mean just me," Lost grumbled.
"Pony goes out in the mornings and comes back in the afternoons!" Party hissed. "He's there every evening!"
"Yeah," Lost scoffed, "and what am I going to do until he gets back? She tries to make small talk. She's annoying as fuck and I don't trust her as far as I can throw her."
"We don't trust her either," Party growled, stepping forward, "but she's here now and we're all going to have to deal with it." He sighed and backed away. "Look. She may be a spy for BLI, or she may actually be a refugee. I don't trust her, but we all talked about this. You were there. We all agreed to give her the benefit of the doubt. So why are you arguing this again?"
"She keeps trying to get information out of me. She keeps asking about you guys."
Fear flickered briefly behind Party's eyes before he squashed it down. "Who in particular?"
"All five of you. You, Ghoul, Jet, Kobra, and Dr. D."
Party thought for a moment. "What kinds of questions?"
Lost shifted his weight from his right foot to his left. "Things like how long I've known you guys, where you guys go when you're not here, how you came to be the leader of the four of you, what Dr. D does when he's not broadcasting. Refugees shouldn't be asking these questions, should they?" Lost stared at his friend in worry. "Party?"
"I need to think." Party turned and grabbed the paint brush he'd abandoned, resuming his painting.
Lost sighed and took his cue to leave. He walked through the front door of the diner and passed through to the back. Fun Ghoul and Kobra Kid were busy explaining Chris the intricacies of shooting a ray gun while Jet Star sat back on a table against the outside wall of the diner and shook his head.
He looked up when Lost approached him. "Hey, Lost."
"Hey." Lost sat beside him. "What are they doing?"
"Confusing the hell out of her."
"Good."
Jet looked at the sandy haired man in surprise. "Why?" His tone was curious with a hint of anger. It felt like he was the only one truly willing to give the new girl a chance.
"She asks too many questions."
"Did you ever stop to think that maybe she's curious?"
"Tell me something." Lost turned to look at Jet, his face hard as stone. "If you were a refugee, would you be asking what everyone does when they're not around you?"
"No, but that doesn't mean someone else wouldn't."
"She's been asking about you guys. She hasn't asked about Pony or me. Just you four and Dr. D."
"So?"
"So?" Lost slapped his hands on his legs. "You don't find that the least bit odd?"
"It's odd, yeah, but maybe she's uncomfortable asking you about yourself." Before Lost could interrupt, he continued. "People are unusual. She may be perfectly fine asking about people, just not when they're the one's she's asking."
"Has she asked you about me?"
"No. We talk about how the world has changed and how BLI has destroyed us."
Lost looked genuinely surprised. "Has she told you about herself?"
"Not much. Her entire family made the decision to go to Battery City, but I got the impression she didn't want to go."
"Well, if she didn't want to go, why did she?"
"I don't know. It could be any number of reasons." Jet turned his kind eyes to the girl. She was looking more confused than she had when the guys started telling her how to shoot. He chuckled softly, then turned back to his friend. "Those early days were so chaotic, people joined BLI for whatever reason they could stomach. BLI, to many people, was a symbol of peace and hope and survival. They offered a way out. A lot of people flocked to their door because they didn't know where else to turn. Some people were brought to them against their will and told it was for their own safety. Some even went because they thought their families were already in BLI. For all we know, she could've been one of those people. Or her family could've pressured her into it." He glanced back at Chris, who was even more confused by the minute. "She's not going to just come right out and tell us. We've got to respect that."
"It doesn't mean I trust her," Lost growled. "For all we know, she could be waiting to kill us all or turn us over to Korse."
"And she's probably thinking something similar."
Lost scoffed. "Like what? We're a camp of BLI spies looking for refugees to take to Korse to be punished?"
"Or we plan to use her." He waited for Lost to catch his full meaning. When he had, he continued. "She distrusts us just as much as we distrust her. So, give her a chance."
Lost sighed. "Alright. Fine. I'll give her a chance, but we've all gotta talk about her at some point. We need to figure out what to do with her."
"I've got that covered." Lost and Jet jumped when Party's voice came from the back door of the diner. Party stood with an old pair of shoes in his hand. He looked at Chris, Fun Ghoul, and Kobra Kid as they continued to confuse each other. "Guys, get ready to leave!" he shouted, waving them over.
"Where are we going?" Chris asked.
"To get you some clothes."
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