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§ Assignment 2 § - Pripyat // The Safe house

[Ienzo is curled up in a rather tight ball near the fire. He knows the lesser the surface area the more likely you are to stay warm, the fact he looks pathetic is just an annoying by-product of keeping warm. He winces as he keeps wiggling his toes and fingers to keep the blood circulation going. It's not good. His mind is foggy and all he can think about is just sleeping. If he can holdd on just a little longer he'll make himself ask (in his own way) one of the adults for something to eat. Yes, the less calories you have in your system the colder you are, but at this point they needed to ration food, he understood this much.

He gives another shiver as he grimaces. He always hated being cold. This situation only made him realise more how much more he missed his home and his new family. He refuses to cry, if he does then it'll only make him expend more heat.]

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[Having noticed the small child curled by himself, Bones noticed that he didn't have anything to eat or drink. Making herself a coffee, she made up a second mug, this time of hot chocolate, before heading over to where he's sat. Sitting down next to him, she pushes it towards him]

..You know, hot chocolate has many health benefits. For example, it has more antioxidants than wine and tea, and therefore reduces the risk of heart disease. But, it's also pretty bad for your teeth, and is very high in mono-saturated sugar and fat

[The child's eyes shot open as he visibly jumped. How could he have missed hearing her come over? He wipes his eyes before looking at her, but it doesn't change the fact that he's a little red in the face and around his eyes it's slightly damp.

He picks up the mug and tilts his head at her. She doesn't smell like she's a bad person. So he can at least vaguely relax around her. Even if she sucks at conversation..but hey, what's a child who refuses to make conversation to judge?

He shifts closer to her, huddling for heat and nods. He knew it...but who would believe a child of the age of ten is that intelligent?
He tilts his head at her, silently asking her name.]

[When he doesn't reply, she looks down at her coffee]

Sorry, I - you looked like you needed something to warm you up.

[Another minute passes without response]

..My name's Temperance..well, Dr. Temperance Brennan, but, my friends call me Temperence.

[The child looks around and picks up one of the thin kindling sticks and scrawls into the large pile of ash surrounding the fire 'Ienzo'. He glances back up at her and points to the scrawl.

He takes a sip of the chocolate in the meantime, it's delicious, not completely substantial, but he knew that humans could last a week or so without food, so a few more hours wouldn't kill him. He offers her what looks like a /slight/ smile. By his standards at least, there's just a mild twitch at the sides of his mouth.]

[She struggles to read the letters in the ba lighting of the fire, but finally gets it]

Ienzo..oh! Is that your name? I see..well, it's nice to meet you

[She holds out a gloved hand]

[He nods and hold out his tiny, by comparison, hand. She had a good heart, something that he respected, and her clinical mindset only made things seem better. At least he was sure that he could relate to this woman.]

[Another one he better check on the make sure they were still alive. Didn't people realize that could stay warmer if they actually moved around? He shook his head.

So small. He was almost reminded of Vivi. He sighed. He cold take it. He was an adult after all. And used to roughing all kinds of climates. He let the blanket he had wrapped around him slide off of his shoulders and covered the kid with it.]

[The boy's eyes shot open and then sat bolt upright. It wasn't that the gesture wasn't appreciated on his part, he just didn't appreciate being crept up on. This one's heart at least didn't smell like it was a bad one, then again if he did posses one then he doubted that he'd make the effort to help him.

He relaxes and raises a brow at him, glancing from Zidane to the blanket and back again.]

[Zidane grinned. "It's all right. I'm not going to pick your pockets, kid. I just didn't want to disturb you. Though really, I'm glad your're showing signs of life. My name is Zidane, what's yours?"]

[The boy gave him a scrutinous look, the fact that he even mentioned picking his pockets suddenly made him think he ususally did this. Ienzo shrugs and reaches into his pocket, a saving grace was that Dr. Brenan had found him a small note pad. It was dirty and pretty ragged, but still usable. He scrawled messily on the paper the letters. I-E-N-Z-O.

Underneath he wrote: I'm a mute.

Even if it wasn't really 100% true, he just didn't like talking that much.]

[It really wasn't uncommon. Especially in Treno. As for Zidane, he hadn't done anything that childish in a log while. He had moved on to bigger things than that. Trickier things.

He read the writing and nodded to show he understood. He wasn't sure what to say about the muteness. That it sucked? Nah, he would just treat the kid like he would any normal person. "Nice to meet you, Ienzo. Are you in this place by yourself?"]

[He nods annd looks around. He hasn't really gotten to know anyone, but considering their setting who could blame him? It was an inhospitible wasteland and people were probably dying of hypothermia around him.

Hardly what an already deeply troubled child needed ontop of his own issues.

Ienzo then glances to the...boy with the monkey tail, as though returning the question.]

["I left my friends behind." the thief said. "It wasn't my choice, but who knows? Maybe they'll follow. At least I know they're safe."

He added the last bit cheerfully. That was the only bright side to this mess after all. ]

[Ienzo considers this and tilts his head. He left Ansem and the other apprentices behind, and an interesting boy called Ven..Even had also noticed the intense light within his heart, a rare occurance. Zidane also seemed to possess a noticeable level of light, more so than darkness.

People were such curious things..

He then writes a small note that just reads:]

I left my Master and work behind. We were in the middle of conducting an important experiment.

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