[center][b][h3]Jasper - School Bus - Jessalyn[/h3][/b]
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What the woman said was truthful, but for the wrong reason. Jasper [i]had[/i] thought that the stuff belonged to someone, he just hadn't known if the owner was alive to care if the stuff was taken. Whether or not she was alive, if she hadn't turned up, he probably would have made it away with the supplies without even knowing if she really was alive or dead. Jasper wouldn't have had any reason to think about it, it would just be another batch of supplies, soon to vanish and need to be replaced. Such as life was nowadays.

Jasper watched as she squatted down to his level, and admittedly he was a little worried. He was under her control here, as there was nothing he could do. She wouldn't even need to grab her gun if he tried to move his hands anywhere, she could probably just grab his arms and hold them. That was if he [i]was[/i] going to be making any moves like that - he didn't want to. She clearly wasn't trying to threaten him or [i]hurt[/i] him, she was just a little bit intimidating with her gun and the adult authority that she held over him. His eyes quickly moved to his bag as it was picked up, watching it as if he didn't expect to see it again.

He found it perhaps a little morbidly funny that she expected him not to tell whoever he was with where he found the supplies. That slight, dark humour turned to misery after a few moments due to the realisation as to why it was so morbid - he didn't [i]have[/i] a group, let alone a gang of raiders that would swoop in and take the rest. For a moment his mind flashed to his mother's lifeless eyes, and he quickly blinked away the image with a growing, sad frown.

"I..." He began, but was forced to stop as he choked up a little. He turned his head to the side to clear his throat and compose himself, trying not to think about the beginning. He wanted to tell her that he didn't have a group but he just couldn't work up the words, so he tried to reword it in his mind. "Do you think if I had a group, they would send [i]me[/i] to find supplies?" The child asks. He shook his head, answering his own question. After a few moments, he says, quieter and with a little bit of an upset squeak in his voice, "I have [i]nobody[/i] to tell where I got the supplies. You don't... Don't need to worry."