Realistic or Modern Behind Closed Doors

[LoveyDoveyT]

"Nah. Gangs arent my thing. I like to go solo." After having said that, Kordell put his hoodie on his shoulder and reached into his pocket, pulling out his pocket knife and twirling it in his hand. "Gotta have my protection though..."

 

[kattrispotter]

Neva's fingers closed around her own knife. "I know the feeling," she muttered, her guards still up against the strange guy. She didn't like the look of the way he twirled his knife around; he looked far more comfortable with it than even she did, and she had owned her knife since the age of eight. It had been immensely oversized for her then.

 

[IXI]

Alena


Alena raised an eyebrow at the guy. Although, she knew Neva had a knife as well, she still wanted to protect Neva. She wasn't ready to let some D-bag ruin their fun.


Auriel


Auriel looked at the boy and half smiled, "nowhere really, just walking," She explained as she then raised an eyebrow "And you?"

 

[Arael]

Trey smiled at her response, turned so he was facing the same direction as her "I guess wherever you go I can't let you walk around all alone, I'm Trey by the way (no pun intended lol)" trey was known fir his flirtatious ways it was something that apparently ran in his family and he was glad it did otherwise talking to her would be a bit more difficult.

 

[IXI]

Auriel


Auriel grinned, "I'm Auriel." She then began walking down the block with Trey. "So how log have you lived around here?"

 

[Arael]

"Auriel that's a nice name and to answer your question I've lived around here all my life what about you? " he asked as they walked across a not so busy street he gave silent nods to everyone he walked pass.

 

[IXI]

Auriel


Auriel suddenly became silent, remembering about her mother. Remembering herself and her sister screaming in fear. Realizing she was completely out of it she half smiled, "For a few years now." She didn't want him to think differently of her, so she decided to keep to herself. "So, do you live with anyone?" She asked, in attempt to change the subject.

 

[Arael]

Trey walked quietly as he remembered his family leaving him alone to fend for himself "nope its just me, the rest of my family left I guess they just wanted to see more but that's fine by me" he said smiling slightly as he looked over at her.

 

[LoveyDoveyT]

"Yep." Kordell put his knife back in his pocket, replacing his jacket in his hand. "First of all, sorry for creeping you out earlier and now." He puts his focus toward his feet. "I just thought It would be funny ya know?"

 

[kattrispotter]

Neva relaxed, letting go of her knife and returning her hand to its place at her side. "It's all good," the purple haired girl shrugged. "You just never know in this neighborhood. You'd do well to remember that."

 

[LoveyDoveyT]

Kordell sighed. "Yeah I know that now. Can I get a name from you?" He kept his fingers crossed behind his back that shed at least be willing to share a little.

 

[kattrispotter]

"Neva," she said, after hesitating a bit. Just her name wouldn't be any harm, right? "Yours?" She glanced over her shoulder, making sure Alena was still there. She still wasn't completely sure he wouldn't try anything.

 

[LoveyDoveyT]

"Mines Kordell. Neva's a cool name." He looked back up toward her. "This your house? If so ill make it a priority not to come around here again. I really dont need or want another slap." Kordell let out a small, strained laugh.

 

[kattrispotter]

"Thanks." Neva allowed herself a small smile. "No, this isn't mine. And I won't be telling you where mine is, either, so don't get any ideas."

 

[LoveyDoveyT]

Kordell smiled. "I respect that. And just so you know, my home is the streets. So dont be suprised if you see me around here often." He looked around for a second, then back at Neva. "I should be on my way anyways. Nice actually talking to you though." Kordell started to pick up his stuff.


ShaRhonda looked at the room, plopping down on the bed. She needed a vaca, just to get away from the rest of the world. By herself, and noone else. In the back of her head, she had a strange feeling it had always been like that in a way.

 

[kattrispotter]

"Same," Neva said curtly. She watched the guy for a bit longer, before turning back to Alena. "So," she said, "what are we gonna get ourselves into tonight?" Neva grinned.

 

[N U T M E G]

"Someone sent me a finger this morning!" Jon Baelor cried angrily while his wife tried to hide her smile. "And I meant a legit, actual bloody finger! Don't you laugh at me!" Roman sighed as he tried to focus on the show he was watching. His parents are at it again, arguing and arguing about anything and everything. "Calm down honey, it might have been accidentally sent to you," Maria replied as she fixed her messy brown curls. "Besides, why would they call you 'Mama?' Unless you have a history of pole dancing that I know nothing about?" she teased. Roman had wondered why his father was always at the butt of a cruel joke. He had also wondered why his mom would just shrug it off like it's one of her burnt cookies. "Roman is going out because Roman doesn't want to hear anything about this," he said in third person as he raised his hands and slowly backed away to the front door. "Oh Ro, don't you wanna hear about your father's pole dancing history?" Maria asked with a smile. Roman shook his head and stepped outside before his father could retort.


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"Help me, I'm dying!" Roman called out to the stranger who just gave him a stink eye. He wrinkled his nose in response. The brown haired young man was actually dying, (or at least he thinks he is) slowly dying of hunger and possibly thirst as well. He hadn't eaten since he stepped food outside and he realized he had left his wallet back at home. "Don't wanna go in there," he muttered to himself. His stomach growled in response. "Shut up, nobody asked for your opinion," he replied accusingly to it. He continued walking around the streets hoping to find something better to do. "Oh well, at least no one's arguing over here."

 

[LoveyDoveyT]

Kordell walked off, heading through the grassy field where he would probably make his bed for the night.


ShaRhonda got up, looking around. She looked bwck out the door, seeing nothing but the bare street and the ladder tha hung down from it. "Strange..." she said to herself. "I thought I heard something." She shrugged off the thought and went back inside. She sat at the dusty old desk, turning on the lamp. She grabbed a book out of her bag and started to read.