The two strolled in the rain towards Town Hall, turning right to Main Street.

The road was wider than all others, its concrete could have been shining, if that was even possible. The thick trees growing on the sides of the road had little diamonds in them, gleaming brightly in the dull rain. The emerald leaves sagged down to almost hitting the road, and the lower parts of those were bare of their diamonds, most likely from people picking them off. There was a large circle to adding to the road, swaying out quickly and back in for some large billboards standing on the sides.

One of the boards was covered in little papers advertising jobs people needed doing, objects for sale, newspaper clippings. The other was far neater, small papers in three neat lines across the board.

"Okay, only check that board on the right," Joe pointed to the messy one. "The left one is for road competitions."

Cleo stepped over to the board and was taken aback by what was on there.

JOIN THE RESISTANCE! Sign up at-

Pay Your Taxes!

In need of bee friends? Ca-

At the event of- ot Gri- eath- mbo.

ROAD PASSES!

Pay your Taxes!

DECKED OUT!

But one specifically caught her eye.

It was a photo of a young man with straight black hair and pale skin with some type of suit on, with what must have been a look of confusion on his mustached face. 'FOR SALE!' was written over his head. The problem with the picture was the marker scribbling out his eyes. 

"Joe, what's with this?" Cleo muttered, looking closer at the picture.

The brunette stood closer before stepping away. "Uh- one moment." He took his glasses off, swiping them on his shirt. "Er- we don't talk about that, it's best not to ask?"

"But he must have mattered at some point! What's with the marker-"

"Miss Cleo, we'll talk about this later." And with that, he put a new paper over it. Looking for odd jobs- contact  @JoeHills "There. Now, do you want to go look around? I think Mr Beef has something for me over by the Bone Zone?"

Cleo sighed. "Okay, then... I'm not going to even try understanding that name." She crossed her arms best she could while holding an umbrella and followed her friend as he stepped off to another street... If you call it that.

"Joe, what the hell is this?"

"Oh, this?" The man pointed to the blue line he was standing on. "Taxes, revolutions, and far more made this road undone!"

"Did you say revolution?"

"Ye- Miss Cleo, did you say that?" Joe looked around, sighing as he saw the source of the voice.

Five or six people all sat on a desk, boxes surrounding them. "I did!" One grinned.

"My goodness, did you all forget to bring your umbrellas?"

"Yes?" The same one smiled. "I forgot it at home, I was going to be late!"

"Joe, what in the hell is happening!?" Cleo bonked her umbrella against her friend's.

"We're the Resistance!" The first man smiled, pulling at his red shirt. "I'm Grian, the fantabulous leader.

"That is Impulse." He pointed at a man with dark brown hair and a black and yellow shirt.

"That's Etho." A man with white hair and a green jacket waved.

"Ren." A person with long brown-purple hair waved from the back of the group, red shirt soaked with rain water from it dripping off the edge of the covering of the small shop they sat in.

"And xB." The shortest of the group smiled, black and green hoodie covering his head.

"Hi?" Cleo glanced over at Joe.

"Goodness, you five. You bring signs, you've made up chants, you've even plagiarized things the mayor's built. Now tell me, how did you forget your umbrellas!?"

"We thought it wouldn't be fucking pouring!"  Ren called. "It looked like it was all sunny!"

At that moment, the first man's communicator rang. He looked down at it and sighed. "Joe, could you lend us some umbrellas? I told Iskall I would be home by now."

"Tango and Zed are going to be worried!" Impulse whined.

"I told Doc I would-"

"OKAY!" Joe shouted. "I'll grab some umbrellas from the Herald, just shut up and be quiet!"  And with that, he stormed off.

Cleo glanced at his shrinking figure, then back at the small crew in front of her. "So, uh..."

"What's your name?" Ren shoved Etho away from him to get a good look at her. "Where are you from?"

"I'm Cleo, I-"

"Are you taken? Do you have a pet? Why do you hang out with Joe? Can I have your umbrella?"

The ginger paused. "What?"

"Are you taken, do you have a pet, why do you hang out with that dingus, can I have your umbrella?" The man slowed his words, punctuating every syllable.

"I have a girlfriend, you creep! I have some cats back home, Joe was the first person I met here, and no."

The man sighed, falling onto his back. "Dammit!"

"So, you're with Stress, then?" The shortest man questioned, pulling his hood off to show thick, curly chocolate hair and a light beard.

"Who?"

"Dummy thinks the only girls in the world are the ones living here." Grian sighed, leaning back and attempting a hair flip. "She obviously isn't here right now, I would know."

"But you didn't know Cleo was here until-"

"Shut it, I was busy!"

"Busy with what? Crying over-"

"Etho! You don't fucking say that!" Impulse hissed, kicking the other in the back. "G, are you-"

"Going home? Yes."

"G, I'm sure he didn't mean-" the dark brunette sighed as the dirty blonde ran off. "Etho, I hate you so much."

Etho stood up and stomped off without a word.

Cleo stood shocked. "What did he just-"

Ren looked up. "You see, Gri-"

"Don't say it, she shouldn't know." Impulse muttered. "Who's up for a walk in the rain? My place?"

"Sure, I guess." And with that, the remaining three stepped off into the downpour.

The ginger stood in silence, letting the rain dance against her umbrella and puddles soak up her shoes. A few bugs made a hum over the rain, large clicks every few seconds. The clouds grew slightly darker, and a rip of thunder threw itself across the island. Cleo sighed and looked out from her umbrella, rain beating harder and harder. She stepped to the little cart the Resistance had been resting on and took a seat, closing the coral umbrella.

She laid on her back, looking at the pale yellow tarp over her head. She closed her eyes, letting the bugs chirping, the thunder rumbling, and the pitter-patter of the rain slowly lull her to sleep.

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