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The sun, like usual, had no right existing. The station didnt have the sun, and the station was totally fine. Well the station wasn't perfect, better than the tunnels, but it wasnt the lack of sun that made it that way. The lack of sand was definitely a plus, along with the lack of rules. Point one and two for the station. Good for it.
Even with the new purple jacket her and pony had found, even with the wind blowing against her face, it was still way too hot. Newsie was holding on tightly to kobra kids waist, him driving the bike down route guano. Show pony was in the side car of the bike, looking grumpy that they werent allowed to drive.
It was a new bike, though, and cherri had paid good money for it. Newsie, pony, and chimp were all frustrated that cherri only trusted kobra to drive it- chimp and newsie were both older than him! Well thats what dee had told the two at least. Newsie found it strange, most of the kids at the station didnt even know their birthdays. Dee would make them up for the group.
None the less, newsie looked over to see pony fuming in the side car, their helmet over their head and their hands curled into fists.
“Are we almost there?” newsie tried to ask loud enough for kobra to hear her, not sure if she succeeded as kobra hesitated.
“No- no we arent really- im sure we will be there in the next hour if im following my directions right-”
“This trip is a fucking nightmare-” pony complained. That made kobra laugh, but newsie focused on holding onto him as they hit another bump in the falling apart road.
“Oh come on pone’s, i thought you were up for a little adventure!” kobra tried to grin at them, their motorcycle helmets visor up for the moment. “Once we get to tommy’s we can talk about switching rides.”
That seemed to jinx the group, seeing as once those words came out of kobra’s mouth the bike stuttered to a stop. Kobra jumped off the bike fast, taking off his helmet and already starting to check out what was wrong with it.
“This is why i should have drove!” pony exclaimed, also getting out
“This is exactly why you shouldnt have-” kobra protested, setting his helmet on the seat of the bike. Newsie was the last one to get off, her legs shaking slightly as she stood up. “I think we ran out of gas- we have a radio on us right? Maybe doc is still at the station and can come save us.”
Show pony was looking off to the distance. Newsies gaze followed theirs. There were two people walking up to the trio, one with a guitar and the other with enough confidence to walk into battery city and tell the leader of better living to fuck herself.
“Do we know those people?” pony turned and asked newsie who shrugged. Newsie had known there was other people, other ‘killjoys’ but she hadnt really met any others. It had just been the midnight runners and occasionally some neutrals, but these two were decked out with neon and threads to rival show pony. These people had to also be killjoys.