"Marcus, are we there yet?"

...

"MARCUS!"

With those words, the Zeus-like figure known as Marcus took a little stretch in his seat, annoying Yvoone as she wanted some personal space. Victor seemed rather active and seemed like he was moving, even while sitting. Gar-Teal had just stopped the car, settling in an abandoned neighbourhood where the lawn was practically the Earth's beard, mixed in with rubbish from the 80s and cracked asphalt. The place was quiet, aside from birds and a few stray animals. Buildings were rotting and going to collapse on their own any second. Cans and barrels were rusted all the way through so that irregular holes were the norm, with the wind creating odd chimes of broken notes. A few bullets laid where an unknown murder took place two years ago, leaving a smell of gunpowder in the year after all this time. The air was cold and if not rather calm. No one lived here. Well, all but one person... a series of flashes could be seen inside a house, going out cracked windows.

"What do you know? I'm horrible with this 'geographical poles' and that other navigational shit." Marcus knew that they spent a while driving. And probably longer backtracking on their address. Where the GPS was was now a darker shade of plastic and some ripped wires. Marcus looked back and forth from Gar-Teal and the obviously-missing GPS. "Yeah, I gotta let it out somehow." Yvonne, not impressed on having electronics on her lap, tossed it at Victor. Well, tried to - she ended up hitting Marcus' arm. Victor was busy chugging a bottle of coke to care.

"Oh for the love of..." And then Victor just snatched it away from Marcus, setting the thing on fire with his little hands before throwing it out the window. 

"...and Victor, don't do that. If any human see what we're doing-"

"To Hell with that! We gotta a computer to steal! Let's go already!"

[i]Okay... I bring along Giratina, Yveltal, Victini, and myself... am I being a masochist? Is everyone else a masochist?[/i] Marcus's thoughts were disturbed by Yvonne slapping Victor in the face across Marcus' lap. Things reached a boiling point, once Victor spilled his coke all over Marcus' lap. His eye twitched as suddenly everything echoed.

"ENOUGH! I'VE HAD IT WITH YOU ALL, FIGHTING AND BICKERING LIKE A BUNCH OF CHILDREN." Immediately, the flashing stopped, and almost everything else went silent. Inside, several pans could be heard hitting the ground. "Oh, fuck. As soon as I relieve myself, this happens." Marcus muttered, looking out the window with everyone else. He turned his head at everyone for a second, gesturing to get out and get the computer before things got messy. ("Go, go, go!") Dramatic music flared in his head, from eons of listening to orchestras conducted by the Grand Melissa. Of course, being young, she preferred the 'music' created by Gerald, to which he despised... he couldn't consider dubstep and other electronic music as actual music. Yvonne kicked her door open while Victor jumped out the window and rolled onto his feet, running towards the house with Yvonne following. Gar-Teal swore as he restarted the car and began driving, crushing several empty cartridges and stopping abruptly by the house's stairs. Marcus sat still as the open door flung wildly, jerking and nearly breaking off as the car stopped. The house itself looked unremarkable, with a white paint job cracking in many places and bugs crawling around the walls. Windows were smashed in and out, while a broken chair was laid outside on the deck. More noises could be heard inside... the sound of beans cooking for one. Marcus anticipated the figure they were looking for would attempt to jump out the window.

Attempted. Outside, Marcus and Gar-Teal could see the figure was retreating back downstairs, once Marcus deduced how wimpy he was. Entering the old and rundown house, Marcus forced a drawer and a bunch of pans on the floor out of his way, waving the pans into a closet. Gar-Teal made the unfortunate mistake of being behind Marcus, getting caught up in a stack of pots once they all broke through the rotting door and landed on him. Inside the house, rubbish was everywhere, with an old computer sitting on a desk and a pot of beans boiling. Sounds of aggression started upstairs, with swears and a few punches making the noise. The carpet was starting to grow some mold of black and white, which should've killed the person they were looking for. Empty spray cans from youths were brushed aside into a corner, still letting out a smell of paint. A ripped couch laid still, with sunlight shining on the springs exposed. Upstairs, the commotion stopped as Victor and Yvonne came downstairs, with a shotgun behind their backs. Gar-Teal seemed poised to move, but he was quite from the figure, being beside the stairs. Yvonne's expression was more like a poker face, while Victor kept making the figure jump. Some beeps came from the 'living room' behind Marcus.

"Ah. Ronald." Marcus said, keeping his face still. Victor seemed to dash at Ronald at any second.

"That's Ron Fielding to you, whoever you are." Ron wore a long-sleeved shirt that was wrapped up, with long pants and an old shotgun in his hand. Evidently, it was fired before. His hair was ruffled, and one of his blue eyes was slanted. He seemed to have a limp from a near-constant stream of attempts on his life. He had numerous scars and looked as if he was going to die within a year or so.

"Nah, I'm pretty sure it's Ronald." Marcus continued, while Gar-Teal shifted amongst the pots. As the paranoid former professor turned his shotgun to Gar-Teal, Victor dashed up and tackled Ronald, kicking his gun away before holding him behind his back. It was odd to see a 14 year-old holding an adult behind his back. Victor slowly brought Ronald downstairs, with everyone staring at him as Yvonne moved out of the way...

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Soon enough, my 'interview' was over. I was deeply nervous, not sure what to expect. I had spent many months looking up ways of succeeding in interviews, but I would always forget them the next day. I stared at my computer for a bit, wondering if abstinence from video games was a good idea... I mean, I left my friends to prepare myself for a job. I said it would be a week before playing with them again, but of course I was already regretting that.

I was bored. What did I normally do around the house?

I opened the door to the hallway. To my right was my parent's room. To my left was the study room. Unsurprisingly, I went straight ahead and went down some stairs, brushing past some white walls since I was a bit tired. Then, I went down some more stairs, ending up in the living room. There wasn't too much furniture around, but it still felt a bit cluttered. My dad left earlier in the morning to attend to some patient with a hernia. My mother went out shopping in the morning, since we were out of eggs. I didn't expect breakfast until lunch...

"Well. Time to..." I sighed through my nose, sitting down on the family couch. It was lonely being the only child in the family, lonelier to have no family at home... I checked the TV for anything interesting, immediately switching it off upon seeing an Amber Alert. At least they had siblings and loved ones. I just had a lot of emotional pain as a kid. Brushing that off, I decided to go outside, check what was up in my neighbourhood. Most of the houses here were two-stories tall, since... well, if you were poor, you'd be living in the South. We're not going to be talking about the South.

Within five minutes, I was back on the computer, scrolling through the Internet for news and bus routes.