"Mommyyyy, I'm hungryyy.." a little girl said to what he thought was her mother.
"I know, dear, but there's nothing we can do right now, I'm sorry.." was the reply.
Tears kept streaming down the girl's face, and she held her belly. The figure looked at her with sad eyes. So he walked up to them, and reached in his bag. The mother stood in alarm, holding her child, but made eye contact with him, and his eyes told her he was not a threat. So, he pulled out a couple food items (Which his bag were full of) and handed them to the mother and daughter. The little girl looked at the food then at her mother. She nodded and the girl smiled. She took some of what he was holding. "Thank you mister!" she said.
He gave her a warm smile and a pat on the head. "You're welcome." he replied.
Then he handed the rest of what he held, after grabbing more from the bag, to the mother. "That should last a big, sorry that I can't do more."
It was her turn to return the warm smile. "It's greatly appreciated, thank you so much.. May I ask your name?"
He pulled back the hood. "The name's Gamzee Makara."
Her eyes lit up. "Young leader?"
He gave a blush. "Is that what's going around now? No, I'm no leader. I follow. Follow what I believe."
She gave a smile. "This food is really good, mister." the little girl said.
Gamzee laughed. "I sure hope so."
"Where'd you get it from, anyways?" the older woman said.
"I made it."
"You made all this?"
"Yep."
"How?"
"Well let's see.. there was a fire.. some ingredients.." he started.
She gave a small laugh. "I get it, I get it."
He smiled. "No worries, it's completely safe, promise."
"I don't doubt you."
"Well, I must be on my way. Lot to do. Ya know. Busy busy."
She smiled and gave him a wave. "Thanks for the food!" the little girl said, waving.
He smiled, waved back, and continued on his walk. Gamzee would spend hours of his night making food, and if he ran out of stuff to cook, he'd go out and find some. Daily he walked around the towns, helping those in need, giving people hope. Something he'd give his life for.
Ever since the whole split back in highschool, life was never the same. He had gotten addicted to drugs, and just recently cut it all off, cold turkey. He did it for his friends. Tav-bro didn't like what he was doing, and threatened to not talk to him for a while. So, what other choice could there be? Though, he was probably bluffing, it was the push he needed. That, and also, Terezi threatened to slice where the sun doesn't shine.
Anyways, he and the others had disagreed greatly with the this world's government was doing, but they weren't able to do anything about it from the inside, so they chose to join a local rebel group. They never partook in violence, and as far as they knew this group was one who didn't do that kinda thing. Tavros had always said to be wary, though. Gamzee didn't think he had to worry.
Anyways, yet again, he had taken one of the highest positions in this group. He never admitted it, though he was a leader. He didn't like the title, though. He had gotten high in the ranks of these rebels a year ago, and has been going around handing out what he could and helped with whatever was possible. Every day he hoped to find the others from his highschool years. Karkat especially, there was never a day when he didn't wonder how he's doing.
Gamzee made his final routes through the city, and started heading back the way he came, back to the city he came from. They all stayed in hotels and such, often without the tenants knowing. If he had the payment methods, he would compensate, but either way he always asks if they need an extra hand around, for no pay of course. To others, he's one of the kindest in the world, and would fight for what he believes in. There've been a time or a couple when he's had to fight. He couldn't say he enjoyed it, but there was a part deep inside of him that craved it. The last time he fought, he laughed and chuckled the whole time, losing control of himself, almost ripping the half a dozen guards limb from limb.
The rebel faction as a majority maybe may not be violent, but that doesn't mean there aren't slight skirmishes here and there within.
His train of thought was interrupted by a female half a foot shorter than himself, wearing a similar hoodie, hood up. "Finally caught up with you." she said.
"What's all in the motherfuckin up sis?"
Terezi pulled back her hood. "Information. You know."
"What all about?"
"The next meeting. It's gonna take place in Northern Jayia. So, we have to get moving ASAP."
He sighed, one thing he didn't like was moving all over constantly. "Tavros, Aradia, Rose, and Vriska already moved along to scout. Dave and Roxy should be leaving Southern Jayia. Nepeta and Dirk are waiting back in Rembleton."
Gamzee nodded at this. "All is going well then?"
"Yes. Young leader." she jeered.
"You know I hate that name."
"I know" she said, smiling, then walking ahead.
Gamzee smiled and walked beside her. Roxy and Dirk were also from their highschool years. Didn't talk to each other much, but were friends nonetheless. They approached Rembleton, looking for the building they were staying in. They found it shortly, and entered, heading up the stairs to the middle floor, down the hallways, and knocked on door 231. "Pawsword?" a female voice said.
"Here we go again.." Terezi muttered. "Open the door or I'll break your arm in three different places."
The door opened. "Terezi, Gamzee!" Nepeta exclaimed.
Gamzee smiled. "Everyone ready to go?"
Nepeta looked back. "Right now we're waiting for Cole to get back."
Cole is a supporter of the rebels, one of high-ranking authority in the government businesses. He was traveling with this group because Gamzee and Roxy had saved his life from political low-lifes who had taken a hit out on him. "Where'd he go off to?" Terezi asked.
"Said he had to go meet someone." Dirk said. "Not all too sure who, or why, though."
Gamzee nodded, and pulled out his pager. He paged Cole asking where he was. They waited for about 10 minutes, with no answer, which was extremely odd, for Cole's case. The group looked at each other. "Think something bad happened?" Nepeta pondered.
"Maybe, but it is Cole for christ's sake, dumbass gotta get his head outta his ass and see all around instead of literal shit." Dirk said.
Cole was always getting into trouble one way or another. It was a wonder to all how he got to his position. "We should search. Terezi, Nepeta search downtown, me and Dirk will go around this area." Gamzee said.
The group nodded. "Okay!" Nepeta said, jumping up and grabbing Terezi's arm, taking her out of the room.
"Shall we get going, too?" Dirk said.
Gamzee nodded and they walked out, Gamzee closed and locked the door behind him. He couldn't shake the feeling they were being watched. But it was probably the withdrawl's effects still. They walked out of the building and started down the street, first off. Half an hour later, Gamzee's pager beeped. It was from Cole. 'Ran into a bit of a situation. Unable to contact much :x so here's the coordinates:' it said, giving them the address and place. "How the FUCK did he get in North Jayia?!" Dirk said.
Gamzee shrugged and relayed the message to Terezi. 'HOW TH3 FUCK D1D H3 G3T TH3R3?!' was her reply. Then, 'TH3 OTHERS TOOK 4LL OUR STUFF W1TH TH3M, SO L3TS M33T UP 4ND G3T GO1NG.'
'gOt It MeEt At ThE eDgE oF nOrThErN jAyIa.' Gamzee replied.
'NO SH1T.' she replied.
They walked to the north edge of town to meet with the other two. They were stopped by a couple tall, beefy guys in full black suits. "Not this shit again.." Dirk murmured.
"What y'all want?" Gamzee asked with a big grin as always.
"Gamzee Makara. Dirk Strider. You two are one of our priorities." one said.
"What for, motherfuckers? Excuse the language, it's a habit." Gamzee replied.
"Leading of rebel forces-"
"Not leaders, my bros." Gamzee said.
The one talking gave him a glare. "- Not paying rent for anywhere that you've unwelcomely stayed-"
"I've worked it off, they just didn't know we were there." he interrupted again.
This time a snort from the other one, following a smack in the head from the one talking. "-and also a warrant on account of the higher ups in the government."
This time he paused. Who the hell would know them? "Who exactly, put this shit on us?" Dirk said.
"That's none of your bussiness, little boy."
Dirk stood still. Deathly still. His eyes seemed to be radiating hate from under his shades in a physical form. "Shit. You bros might wanna. Ya know. Get outta here."
"Or else what? The wittle boy-" he started, stepping forward, just to get kicked in the jaw by Dirk, sending him flying into and through the wall behind him. "That." Gamzee said, walking past the other one.
Dirk stood in front of the other, his shades lowered a little so his eyes showed. "You have anything to say?!" he said in a low, menacing tone.
He gulped and shook his head. "Good." Dirk said, happily, stepping next to him, backhanding him into the one he kicked, and caught up with Gamzee.
"Shoulda asked him who put that crap on us." Gamzee said.
"Like I give two shits." Dirk replied.