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Louis was being difficult, still, and Josiah wasn't sure what he hated more - the fact that he was being difficult in the first place or the lack of any answer for any question he could have had at that point. Was he supposed to ask them? No, there was something he couldn't do in a moment like this and that was, without a doubt, something that Louis himself probably banked on - not being asked any more stupid questions while tension was running high. There was, clearly, nothing wrong with that b…

"Who even said that!? I'm just ... good grief, stop yelling.", he sighed. Someone had to be the bigger person here and if Louis was tired of the role he was almost always forced to play, Josiah wouldn't thrust it onto him. He knew something was off, something was wrong and that everyones nerves had to be running high - Lou wasn't exempt from that, even if he never acted like it included him in the first place. This was too much, especially for the kids, but definitely for the two of them as well…

Louis even showing up here and then demanding something, like he always did because of course he did, was pissing him off. There was nothing they could do, nothing they should be doing - Leila was dead and gone, he shouldn't delude himself; she died, and even if she hadn't yet, she might as well in a few minutes time. Her continued existence was a miracle, yet a cruel one, but there was so much that he found to be wrong about just thinking of it. Indeed, Louis had let him read that book for his …

Solace was all that a dingy trailer like this could offer in these trying times, and if one weren't atop their own issues, it wouldn't even be that. There was, however, at least an attempt at making everything work out. Josiah ran his hand over Lucas' head and hair absentmindedly as he lay there, swarmed by the confused and afraid, looking for comfort in his broken vestige, ignoring all of his pains and aches as they figured Jo would be the one to hold an answer, a shred of laughter, reassurance…

Was this all there was? Jo wasn't sure if he wanted this, wasn't sure if this meant something - in the blink of an eye, it all was gone, seemingly, but even when Louis shambled past him and he warded those childish eyes off of the horror they'd already witnessed, he wondered if he was simply spitting nonsense or living for the end of days that he grappled with often enough. What was happening here, and more importantly, why was it happening in the first place? His heart rose in his chest, back i…

Being dragged out of the trailer would've been a chore, so he just went out of his own volition - there was no need for him to stay occupied with all that damn book the entire day, but he'd read it. At this point, he'd even slipped it somewhere Louis wouldn't find it if he went sniffing into his trailer, but what did it matter? There was nothing else to do; the book had been gutted for the story it tried to tell, or the lack thereof and Jo wasn't sure he understood - it was almost too convinient…

In the end, Arthur was just like the other kids - all of them were not willing to trust immediately and most of them found the first person that didn't welcome them with open arms incredibly scary. Sure, that was one way to go about it, but there was also no reason to find out why they did in the first place; kids were quite stubborn, much like Josiah himself, and it made him chuckle just to think about it. Now, why would Louis be so hated by them if he didn't fit the bill for their scary storie…

"Yes! I'm not using it for anything nefarious, don't worry.", he chuckled. There were some things that acidic based substances could do, and not a single other one. Jo was supposed to not do anything with them, sure, but who was going to stop him? Nobody had ever said he simply couldn't indulge himself and the fun colors always drew people in - too bad that that they were as dangerous as they were, but he was working on that, for his own reasons. "Hm, now that's not nice ... but hilarious at the…

"Yes, nothing too bad! Just something about acid, and the likes?", he explained to Arthur. This poor little guy was going to find out the hard way what other books where in Josiahs approximate vicinity and what the contortionist had poured over for many nights in a row if the scribbles on some pages were anything to go by. Never would he describe himself as knowledgable, or good at something like this, but even if his personal opinion of himself wasn't high, someone else would probably spend too…

Arthur had to learn a lot, but that was all of them, and it wouldn't be any different anyway - kids were often so optimistic about this, they didn't consider how hard the labor would be in the end, but some of them, if they found something they genuinely liked, at least could make amends with themselves and just saw it as another game to play. If Arthur would do the same, he didn't know, but they could at least see and try if he was even suited for that kind of stuff in the first place. "Hmmm, I…

"I'm fine, I'm not hurting. I know what will hurt, so don't worry." He still had to test some waters in that regard, but he could, and he would - it was no use waiting for himself to actually heal up when Arthur could be taught now, and should most likely be taught right this very instance. Why wait for something like this, why on earth actually stall so long until everyone lost interest? "Hm, I don't think so, no. My trailer is mostly open anyway, I'm bored now and when I'm fine to not rest up,…

Now he wasn't alone, and it might as well be for the better. Josiah enjoyed company in itself, but tonight wasn't his night, nor was it within his wants and needs to always be surrounded by everyone - the childlike flicker of imagination that things were easy to patch out, if one were to only take note, was something he could barely afford to uphold. There was some sort of silence, a cast of reality among the very few moments that he liked himself. "Mh, I could tell you, but it's not that easy, …

The glee in Arthurs eyes told him almost everything that he needed to know and Josiah would, under any circumstance, have snickered at it - joy and whimsy wasn't lost on kids, they just were like that and nothing would ever change about it anyway. There was, however, the subtle difference of knowing well enough that right now wasn't the best of times to actually feel anything more than dutybound for this task that he had put upon himself. "Mh, so he came up with them. That's fine, I'll look at t…

Braving the bed all day was boring enough when he needed to do it because of a cold, but today was somehow so much worse - he couldn't find a position he was comfortable in for long, and overall, time became a slog, even with his eyes glued to the pages beneath his fingers that wanted to unfurl a story for him that he didn't understand, not in the slightest. Louis was trying to tell him something, but there was a suspension of disbelief involved that Josiah couldn't seem to break. What was suppo…

"Less loud? You're the riot here, unfortunately. Might subside if you come around more often.", one of them commented. This wasn't gonna rain on their parade, in fact, having Louis simply be part of their lives was fine for them, they knew he'd crawl back here eventually, knew he'd needed someone like him to survive the frontiers of the world, but he'd always wanted to be oh so special, beloved by those he shouldn't stick with anymore, loved in a world of light that didn't fit him at all. In the…

Was it a disservice to pretend that Louis just never fit in with anyone? No, but he could be with the misfits if only he could endure their senseless chatter and the incessant prodding at his very core. There ought to be something that he could handle, yet, if it were among the freakshow of the circus, it might as well be their attitudes and their forgiving nature for he, truly, was just one of them. A misguided wolf, hiding among a herd of sheep that stood in the fields, doe-eyed and unaware of…

They were easily amused for sure, like a crowd of cackling hyenas that had to fear nothing but their own hunger and the ringmaster, that didn't exactly keep them on a tight leash either. Seemingly, they were free to do as they wanted, but even now, it seemed as if they felt dutybound enough to travel with the entirety of the rest of them - they just split into their own little groups as the caravan moved from one destination to the other. "Fear you ain't findin' peace 'n solace here.", Roy answe…

"Look who's joining us.", one of them mumbled to the other. They always kept to themselves - there was no need for them to hang out with him, sure, he was one of them deep down, but he kept his safe distance. How very brave of him to actually come crawling out here now, though. Something had to be amiss for him to join them, but they snickered among themselves all the same - there was nothng to hide their, their faces bore that ugly sheen all the same, were warped into nothingness and grotesque …

"Says you.", Leila couldn't help but grin at him. They were both silly, but actually, perhaps not all too similar. Maybe this was getting into his head, too - it was all one way or the other with them, wasn't it? There was no winning here, there was no use interfering with something she didn't even know, but staying away from it felt like she was just going to make it worse. "No, I think he'd start acting like you just caged him up, maybe even go insane ... if he isn't already. I don't think I'l…

These two always seemed to have something to say about one anothers behavior - it certainly didn't help that they seemed to be fighting over the simplest things at times, but Leila was willing to hear them both out and smile about it, knowing that at the end of the day, they'd get along again just fine and all of this would be an afterthought. Hopefully. "I'm glad ... well, for you. Not for him. That doesn't sound too good." She put her pointer to her lips and tapped on them, her eyes cast upwar…