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"Who said i was trying to insult you? Did you WANT me to? Do you want me to give you excuses to hate me? You already hate me. You're so blind, you won't even look past that damned hatred to see if maybe I'm a human just like you. You generalize all Dusks. It's disgusting. It's like when the stupid white men discriminated against the black men-- just because they have a different color, they're enemies. Just because we have different gangs, we're enemies." his voice was perfectly steady. it was obvious that he had supreme control over his emotions. he wasn't likely to lose that. not yet.

"go f*ck yourself in a corner, then." standing up, he sauntered off towards a neighboring cell across from James's and flopped down on the sad excuse for a cot. "when you get promoted from that cell, you get this one. it's got a bed, you lucky, you." he sighed lazily and let his muscles relax under the skin.

Jake pulled the blankets down from his head and opened his eyes sleepily. After looking out the window, he realized it was still dark. For a second he had forgotten where he was. He didn't recognize the room at all until he remember earlier that evening. Jake wondered how long that Dusk was going to keep him here. His brother was probably worries sick and possibly out looking for him right now.

Jake brought his knees to his chest and hugged them close.

No... Chris. Chris is at Daniels house in the mansion or whatever))

Ummm... yeah... I mixed up thier names... have a happy april fools day...

closing his eyes, he murmered, "man... i could fall asleep right now." he reflected over the previous days. there'd been a lot going on, lots of mini-wars between the gangs. he'd had no sleep for three days straight. everyone had kept bothering him and giving him tons of work. he smiled faintly as he remembered how desperate every person had been when they asked him for help, like they couldn't do it on their owns. "idiots," he muttered to himself. "they need to learn how to take care of themselves without me...." most of the people who asked were fairly knew and hadn't been taught by him yet. he made sure to make every gang member able to hold their own in extreme situations, personally. looking over at his prisoner, james, he said, "do you like your life? in your gang, that is. not counting now." he paused, then added, "if you get too wrapped up in that whole revenge crap, you might miss something important."

"like, um, life?" he looked up towards the bland ceiling and continued, "having a good time, getting drunk or high off your a**, hangovers, those kick-a** moments where you feel so good and there's not a worry in the world, and then all of a sudden you find yourself sitting and looking around without a clue as to how you ended up wherever you are... you know. experiences. other than fighting, or being emo. and other stuff, but... whatever. you never answered me, by the way. do you? like your life, that is."