Isaac was still trying to bleed his night's sleep dry. He had his blanket on, and his coat thrown over his head. For a tall kid, he somehow managed to conceal all of himself under a small throw. Iris slept in her clothes. It was her little way of finding a shortcut to getting through the early mornings. Despite looking like a ragamuffin, she was 'Ready' to start the day. She only had to slip her heavy boots on before going downstairs, clunking her shoes in a most unladylike fashion.
She was outside the kitchen, watching as many other kids started swarming Agnes like a bunch of hornets. She and Isaac usually did the dishes once the other kids were done. Since they were some of the taller kids, reaching up into the cabinets to put the plates away was no problem for them. If only Isaac would haul his two-and-a-half-pound rear end downstairs before the children wrecked the kitchen in all the commotion.
Iris usually had a stash of her own food, hidden in the deep pockets of her overcoat. She pulled a whole lemon from her pocket, and bit into it. Peel and all. She didn't like to dirty any plates, because in the end, she'd have to wash them. She heard the sound of dragging feet from behind her, and held her Lemon hand up. "Breakfast?" She said, still with a mouthful of lemon. She didn't have to look back to know it was Isaac, considering he was the only one in the house who dragged his feet and smelled like cat-fur from hanging around too many strays.
Isaac took the lemon, looking at the large bite mark. "You don't have any other fruit stashed in that raggedy coat of yours?" He said with a disdained tone.
Iris stuck her hand in her pocket, digging around as she chewed the chunk of lemon. "I have a couple of raisins." She shrugged, pulling the raisins out, and examining them in the light. As she stared at them, Isaac peered over his sister's shoulder, concerned by her silence. "Are you sure they're raisins?" Isaac asked, raising his eyebrows. Iris then jutted her hand in Isaac's face, making the 'raisins' teeter dangerously on the edge of her palm.
"Wanna find out for yourself?"
"God, no!" He pushed her hand away. Even if they were actually raisins, god only knew how old they were. "Why don't you go like, actually eat the fresh food prepared? It wont kill you." He shuddered. "The food you keep in those nasty pockets would probably kill you first."
"Only if you wanna do more dishes." Iris stuck her tongue out at him.
Grumbling in defeat, Isaac bit deep into the lemon. The two stood and shared Iris's little stash, waiting for the younger kids to finish eating.
"And if I died, I'd get to see grandma. Maybe even mom and dad." She put her hand in her pocket. Her thumb was stroking a cool shaft of metal. Isaac looked down with a sigh. He couldn't keep a sad face forever though. He laughed quietly, still looking down.
"Yeah, but Granny'd probably whoop you for leaving me all alone here."
"Granny'd never whoop me. If anything, she'd whoop you for being late. As always anyway." She said, taking out the metal object from her pocket. It was a key. "We still have the key to grandma's house."
"What do you expect us to do about it? Survive on your pocket stash and walk to grandma's house?" Isaac crossed his arms. It was already fall, which meant it was going to get far too cold to even think about it. But If they didn't find a job, or a house of their own, they'd be out in the cold regardless. They were both already 17, and 18 was just around the corner.
"Maybe if more kids came with us, we'd have more people to stash food, and clothes." She shrugged. "Grandma's house is better than this place. I'm not saying we should run immediately, that'd do us no good since winter is coming. "
"I am not parading a bunch of munchkins through the woods. If a pack of wolves show's up, they're toast." Isaac swiped his finger across his neck. "They have shelter, and if they're smart enough, they'll run when it's their turn. If they're stupid, that's not my problem."
Iris scoffed, annoyed with her brother. "What if one of them follows us?" She put her hands on her hips.
"Then they'd better know how to survive." Isaac said simply.
Iris went quiet. She didn't wan't to get to deep in this discussion, it wasn't even clear that it was going to happen soon anyway, so she didn't see the point in arguing with Mr.Nitpicker any longer. "I'm just saying, if we run, it's inevitable that someone is going to follow us. There's no getting around it, so get used to the idea of parading a bunch of munchkins through the woods."
Iris had a point. This place was full of kids, and someone probably heard them. Not to mention, it'd be nearly impossible to get out of the place without alerting someone.
Isaac walked away from his sister, and into the kitchen. He could practically dodge the small kids that whizzed around carelessly. He found himself his seat at the table, wanting to sit down. He glanced around at the other Teenagers in the room. Surveying them with the thought of these kids tagging along on the trip to grandma's house.
There was Agnes, handling the plates, and setting the table. She wasn't much at first glance, but Isaac was around long enough to catch her in the act of demonstrating her combat skills. She was probably going to be a valuable asset. She knew how to camp, apparently. A glint of gold caught his eye, and he looked at the locket between her breasts. Could she be convinced to give it up in a pinch? No, she was already suffering the loss of her sister. But maybe with the influence of the younger kids, she could be persuaded.
Then there were the other two, Lewis and Annabel. He didn't know what they had to offer, but they were a handy bunch, given a chance. But Chances weren't enough, and so far, Agnes was looking to be a promising member of this half-baked escape idea. Her skills, and her gold. He couldn't take his eyes off the locket, knowing that getting her to give that sucker up would be about as impossible as this trip all together.
Mabel was pretty vague. Sure, she was tall, and her demeanor alone was enough to make someone fear her for no real reason, but she was aloof. She skipped breakfast often, which Isaac could hardly complain about, less dishes for him and Iris anyway. His mind wandered back to Agnes, and so did his eyes. Agnes's hair was interesting to him. After being used to having such dark hair all the time, Agnes's fiery colored hair intrigued him. Sure, there were blondes in this orphanage, but he liked red hair.
Iris noticed Mabel leaving the kitchen, and that was her queue to find something to bring up for the girl. Reaching into her pockets to see if she had anything fresh the girl could have, she pulled out an orange. She stashed things like Lemons, oranges, and Apples in her pockets. Since she ate them quickly, she didn't have to worry about them making a mess or going bad. The orange was supposed to be a snack for school, but Mabel would need it more than she did anyway.
She approached Mabel, holding out the orange to her. "Snack?" She offered. Her gloved hands dwarfed the orange a little. It was one of the joy's of being tall. Iris wasn't happy to have big, boyish hands, or be mistaken for her twin brother all the time, but it didn't upset her as much as she was told it would. After all, Isaac had to deal with being called girly.