Olliven's Escape #1

Central Repulique - 2157

"So what's your story?" The girl with the blonde hair and demanding blue eyes inquires, her tone even and blank like she expects an answer no matter what Olliven desires.
"Pardon?"
"You all have a story. I've heard Xalon and Harlow's, but you and Ave still refuse to tell me a thing." A pause before a sadistic smile forms on her lips. "You're from the slums, aren't you."
Olliven stiffens, his muscles tensing as his fingers wrap around the binding of the book in his hand.
"Knew it." She jumps up on the counter next to Olli and places her hands expectantly in her lap. "So. How'd you get out? I've always heard that the border patrol is almost as strong there as it is by the prison colonies."
"Had some help." His words are soft, more a mumble than anything as he pushes his glasses up his nose, trying to ignore the pesky girl flitting around him.
"Well, we've got a lot of time, MAD says we aren't leaving this bunker for a while, so, tell me your story."
He knows she's right, they've got at least the whole day to get comfy before MAD gets back and sends him out on another scouting mission.
A moments pause as he sorts through things in his mind.
"Sit there and be quiet the whole time. One interruption and I'm done." She nods her head in silent agreement, tilting it to the side in childish curiosity.
"Yeah you're right. I'm from the slums. Factory District to be exact..."