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Jaimy looked disapprovingly at Bella. "That kid across from us is watching! Do you want to ruin his childhood forever?" he hissed, quietly. Her only reply was to raise finger higher. They ended up attempting silence for about ten seconds before Bella turned to Jaimy and started poking his chest.

"Hey! Hey!" He groaned and lightly pushed away her hand.

"May I assume that you are bored and want to talk as a way of entertainment without your music?" Jaimy didn't even wait for a response before continuing. "As I expected. So, what kind of music do you like?"

She grinned and said, "Are you ready for a conversation this deep so soon? 'Cause music means everything to me. Actually though, I'm band obsessed." He motioned for her to continue so she started listing band names. Everytime Jaimy would hear a band he knew and like he'd butt in, and share his own love for music. The conversation went something like this.

"DRUGS, Bring Me The Horizon-"Bella would list.

"Awesome band, plus they're from our lovely country." Jaimy would say, smiling. Bella would then start quizzing him on the band, to see what he knew and to learn new things herself. The conversation was halted, however, when they reached their destination. They got up together. As they walked off the train Bella grinned and slipped something into Jaimy's pocket. He glanced at her, the question written on his face. What the hell did you put in there? She grinned back at him.

"A phone number silly, call me sometime." Bella said. He replied with a dubious look on his face.

"I'll try, but my situation from now until I'm a legal adult is gonna be dicey."

"What's that supposed to mean, Jaimy? What did you do?" Bella asked, concern evident on her face. "I don't wanna get questioned by the police. I'd probably get sent to a home for minors." Jaimy shook his head reassuringly.

"I'm not that screwed over. I just ran away from my last foster home." He looked at the ground, waiting for her to blow up. To tell him to go back, to call the police. After all, that was just what he needed. She nodded, smiled, and and wished him good luck before walking off in what Jaimy assumed was the direction towards her house, or at least the tube. He watched until she was out of sight, before realising that he really had no where to go. Jaimy had never been to this town before, and he had no way to get his hands on directions. "Fuck," he swore. "Fuckety fuck fuck fuck. Cunts."

At this point Jaimy was pretty pissed off. And really damn near to giving up. Or at least take a break. Which was exactly what he decided to do. Jaimy walked off to a nearby bench, slumping down on it. He pulled out his headphones, only putting in one ear bud and keeping the volume low in case anyone was coming. Not to mention that he felt incredibly vulnerable if he couldn't keep track of the world around him. Jaimy looked around while he sat, and jangled his leg a little bit. He was just about to get up when he saw the police man.

Jaimy got up, keeping his head down and his body language relaxed. He pretended to check the time on his watch before walking off, in the direction of the officer. Because he was looking at his shoes, it was easy to pretend to accidentally bump into the police man. He said his apologies quickly, while making sure the police officer saw his face, so the man could recognise it later. The man could also then tell his superiors when the mention of a teenage runaway came up.

Jaimy also wanted the man's wallet. Which he did get. He stuffed it in his front jeans jacket as quickly as he could as he walked away. He might as well give the guy something to remember him by, right? Or, you know, Jaimy might have just wanted to practice a bit. He was really starting to enjoy this mission. He felt more freedom in this moment than he had in an extremely long-ass time. Jaimy could get used to it.

But now was not the time to wallow in freedom. No was the time to get the police after him so that he could get tossed into a kids home. More specifically, the Moore-Lawson Home for Girls and Boys. It sounded absolutely dreadful, but Mrs. Jones had said that there would be a recruiting agent from CHERUB there. Jaimy was most definitely not looking forwards to his lovely stay there in the foreseeable future. But for now, he should probably distract himself with a little bit of mischief. Show off a couple of his skills.

The question was what Jaimy wanted to do though. Maybe just a bit of minor vandalism. A few well sling shotted rocks through a bank window, perhaps? That could be fun. Or any other public building, because, well, he had no clue how to get anywhere around here. Whatsoever. Therefore, his chances of finding a bank were slime. Very, very slim. Ah well, it could be an adventure. Or a hour long excursion through the streets and back alleys which resulted in Jaimy being even more lost than he had been before.

The damn town was so annoying. It was all tight, narrow alleyways that wound in and out of each other in no comprehensible pattern. It was doing absolutely nothing for his claustrophobia. Or his paranoia. The alleys were quiet, almost too much so. But that was what Jaimy had expected, it was fairly late at night, around a quarter past seven, so everybody was safe and warm in their cozy little houses. But, of course, he was wandering through the town , completely lost, and having absolutely no luck in finding a building he could, hopefully, cause a little trouble in.

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