Zone 3's base was similar to Zone 6. An old diner, surrounded by ruins, crawling with Ritalin Rats.
No one likes a Rat, Violet thought. The despised BL/ind., but for a few ounces of Ritalin, the only ADHD drug that could now ease the pain of life without taking over, they would give up a Killjoy faster than the bass line in "Planetary (GO!)."
Zone 3 was the main Killjoy bass, seeing as how it was between the Bad Lands and Battery City. It was the closest the guys had to a home, and was the main radio station tower. There were five rooms in the station, meaning everyone would have to share.
Party Poison walked up to Violet. "How ya holdin' up?"
"Good, I guess. So, where do I bunk?"
"I, um...I actually don't know. Let's see. There are five rooms. Ghouls and Rev used to share one, but I guess not now. Dr.D always gets a room with Show Pony. Jet and Cherri usually crash, and me 'n' Kobra tend to share, but I don't think you want to see Frank after the other day, and I'm not sure how you feel about Mikey."
"It's up to him. I have no issue with Mikey, but I don't wanna change too much. I could always just leave."
"No! You can't leave! You're a wanted criminal! Korse'll kill you!"
"How do you know? How did you know? You predicted life to become this! How?!"
"I-I don't know. It just came to me in a dream one night and never left. I never realized it was the future. I just thought it was cool."
"Wow. That's amazing...but doesn't that mean--"
"We're all gonna die. My old friend Grant was transformed into an immortal monster, Korse, and someday he'll kill me with no mercy. The Dracs will ghost the others."
"But what about the Girl, Gracie? Where is she?"
"Gracie? She's at Zone 2. She's coming up tomorrow though. Bringing up some cat chick."
"Oh. Feline Revenge."
"Yeah. Personally, I don't like her. Mikey says she's 'catty,' but I think she's just another Rat. Hell, maybe even a Bat."
"Bat?"
"You know, like the Bat. City people. The 'norm.'"
"Why do you think that?"
"'Cause. She's not a true Killjoy. Plus, no one escapes Bat. City. Especially without getting a poster. Everything about her is just...off."
"Hey guys!" Kobra sprung into the room. "What's going on?"
"Just tryin' to figure out where Vie's gonna sleep."
"She can bunk with me!" Kobra seemed ecstatic. Why?
"Well, someone's eager," Party said in a sly voice as he winked.
"Nope! I'm just tired of your soggy ass!"
"Hey!"
"So, anyways...Vie! Let's go to our room!" Why is he so happy? "'Cause I have my room back! And my crap! And my clothes! And my bass! Also, stop saying your thoughts out loud!"
The room was medium sized, just enough to fit in a bunk bed. There were two closets with body size mirrors next to them. Half the 'crap' in the room was red and blue, and the rest was yellow, black, and red.
"Once Poison cleans out his crap, you cam take top bunk. It's safer up there anyways. If, say, a 'Drac attack' happens, I'll go first, which'll give you time to get your gun ready."
"Thanks, I guess. So, do you still have 'Excalibur?'"
"My bass? Yeah. She's in the closet. Do you play?"
"Yeah, I used to have a short scale, electric blue."
"Nice!"
"Yeah. To be honest, I named her 'Myki,' (A/N: Myki is a partial Japanese phrase. The "My" is American for "My" and "Ki" is Japanese for "Roots") only it was spelled M-Y-K-Y."
"Your 'roots?'"
"Yeah. You know Japanese?"
"Nah. Only small phrases I learned in MCR while on tour on Japan. Never really had much a reason to learn, ya know? Hey, have you ever been to the color junk pile?"
"Um...no?"
"Of course not. Wanna go?"
"Why?"
"Because, if your bass was an electric blue short scale, BLI probably threw it away, but that's good. 'cause the pile's only about 3.7 miles away. Let's go!"
"Fine."
The two Killjoys hopped in ol' 8-Legs and sped through the desert, leaving all cares behind them, if only for a moment."
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That was a longer chp! I'm trying to make them longer. Two updates in one day! Yay
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