**Mad>> Ivan thinks Peter is unfit for the job. Why wouldn't he? He's a sociopath. But he wouldn't mind collaberating with him. Ivan just needs to be in control. If he's not he's going to try as hard as he can to be that way, even if that means hurting the people in his way. No offense of course. This will just make everything more interesting. With conflict between two groups we can really get this storybook going. But please, if you're going to rival Ivan don't make what he does seem smaller than it really is, ie: "Trying to make a fire." He's going to make a fire, period. And it's going to be big. I'll be sure to return the favor.**
Children were gathering around the fire in globules. A little here, a little there. Their faces were all reflected eerily in the eclipsing dusk, talking quietly, shivering and looking intermittantly towards the ocean. Ivan worked silently. He tended to the fire like it was a child of his own.
Grow, kid. You're going places.
Ivan couldn't help noticing Peter in the darkness, walking towards the airplane, fighting against the flow of children who surged towards the healthy flame. So he had chosen his path. Peter was determined to be first in command, armed with guns and knives, instead of words and motive. Proverbial brawn against proverbial brains. Your move, Petey. Ivan shrugged. It didn't matter. His opposition would give Ivan a chance to prove how he truly had the children's interest at heart. Via mudslinging and smooth talking. Peter, once defeated, would come back. Ivan was sure of it. And he would accept him with open arms.
Redemption.
A kid pushed through the crowd and stood particularly close to the flame, shoving his hands toward it like a pair of potstickers. Ivan remembered his name. Hyley. He was followed closely by a girl who he didn't recognize. Ivan smiled at them casually.
Show them you're easy going. Turn on your charm.
"Need some help?"
Ivan glanced up at Hyley. "Sure."
The girl looked at her friend and rolled her eyes. "Geez, boy, always need to be the good samaritan?"
Hyley ignored her. "What do you need?"
"More firewood. That would help a lot. Do you mind?"
"Anything to help."
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