Snippet #2271174

((OOC: Sorry I took so long to write this, I was busy with some…let's call them "girl problems" so…yeah I got my post all wrote up, hope ya'll like it))

Danny, smiling, watched as the Gang got off the train. It was odd. The gang acted like total jack-asses and jerks. When in reality, like Evie had said, they'd save the life of their own. Even if they weren't officially part of the gang. Hearing what Evie had said, Danny got a half-shocked, half-confused look on her face. She never heard of the gang saving anyone before, only injuring. Maybe even killing. But never saving. That's what Danny didn't understand. She didn't get that the gang is always looking out for one another, and even though Danny and Evie aren't officially part of the gang, their family to them. So, the gang takes it upon themselves to protect Danny and Evie, and a few others, at any cost. Even if that means losing the life of one of the guys.

"Oh, nothing." Danny said after realizing what she said and hearing what Evie asked about it. Then Danny heard Evie ask what she likes to eat. Danny smiled and almost laughed after thinking in her mind the answer to that question. What ever I can get my hands on that's edible. It was the sad truth about being poor, that's what Danny was. She wasn't just in the lower-middle class of America, she was far below the middle class of Chicago, Illinois, United States, North America. Instead of trying to explain the sad truth to Evie, Danny simply shrugged slightly, which was actually hard to do considering her and Evie were leaning on each other. But Danny managed to do it. "So, how'd'aye save yo' life?" Danny asked in a slow quiet voice.

Back at Navy Pier, Chase was leaning against the side of one of the many buildings along the Pier, watching the lake. The lake looked so wild. The waves were making all the boats splash back and forth in the water, causing more waves to splash up onto the board walk. It was getting windy and starting to rain more. "I hate the goddamn wind." Chase said quietly to himself. He fixed his hood on his head as it kept flying back from the wind. He hated the wind. Alway have, always will. It messed everything up, from when he was little and played baseball to today when he plays basketball with the gang or Ty. He just hated it so much, almost as much as Danny who clams it messes her hair up. Chase doesn't really need to care about that considering he's basically bald with just his brown scruff on his head that he calls hair. Looking around, Chase saw Daniel. The only reason he remembered him was because Daniel and Danny's name is the same, obviously except Danny goes by Danny and Daniel goes by Daniel or Dan. Very complicated when they're around each other. Anyways, Chase watched as Daniel seemed to be trying to avoid him. Chase, feeling the need to talk to someone and stop being antisocial, yelled and wave over to Daniel. "Aye! Yo! Daniel! Hey, man, some fucked up weather we're havin' 'round here, ain't it?" Chase practically face palmed himself for asking this guy about the weather. What the fuck, Chase! Nice way to start the goddamn conversation talkin' 'bout some damn weatha'! Ain't no foo' wanna talk 'bout no weatha', man! Chase thought, mentally scolding himself while looking around as he came and stood next to Daniel.