(Source: its-more-than-coffee)
“Tybalt!” The voice shrieked in his ear and he quickly reacted by moving his hand in an attempt to hit the girl. He missed and his hand smacked hard onto the bed. Jac laughed from across the room and Tybalt slowly leaned up from his bed, “What do you want?” She was already all done up and camera ready and he felt the urge to throw up. “Make me breakfast.” Rolling out of the bed he laughed at her. “You have enough cellulite.” He said nonchalantly as he grabbed a shirt and a pair of pants from the one dresser draw Jac had allowed him to have. The bad dye job blonde took a step closer to him and Tybalt quickly slammed the bathroom door in her face as he changed. She clawed on the door, continuing her whining.
She eventually stopped and he opened the bathroom door to surprisingly nothing. She hadn’t done anything to his stuff, though that probably had something to do with the fact that he had put security codes on all his stuff. The important stuff anyways. And it wasn’t like Jac was intelligent enough to hack into his things. They’d blow up in her face after the first mistake. She was sitting in the breakfast nook when he walked downstairs, hurriedly putting more make up on. He smiled deviously. She had tried to break into his things. And with that beautiful sight, he left his house.
Luckily for him, he always ended up at the Resistance extremely early in the morning. At sunrise to be exact. It probably had something to do with the fact that he had grown up with a Peacekeeper for a father. It was nice though since no one else was awake yet and he was able to just focus and work on whatever he needed to work on at the time. Today Tybalt wasn’t in the mood to create anything new so he would just perfect previous explosives. As if his work wasn’t already perfect.
Before he could arrive in the sanctuary of his workspace, he saw another member walking down the hall. Kinley Burell. Tybalt knew all the names of everyone in the Resistance considering he had gone over their files religiously before their files were sent to Sage to be properly analysed. He considered for a moment talking to the guy before finally just giving in. “Hey! Kinley, right? I’m Tybalt.” He said as he offered his hand to shake. Conversation wasn’t his forte. He just figured staying secluded in his tech rooms probably wasn’t healthy and as long as it wasn’t that crazy chick that was also from District 3 he was always happy to have company.
