Street Kids

Faith Eliza Cord

Faith Eliza Cord

Four Thousand Club
On top of the YMCA's roof, Legs Sadovsky sits in silence, hugging her legs against her chest as she stares out at the street below. It is early evening, and she is attempting to decide whether she wants to head off and find some place to stay for the night, stake out her claim of space, or if she wants to find a way to occupy her time for the rest of the night so she doesn't have to. For now, she sits alone, vaguely enjoying this moment of privacy where she is apart from the rest of the world. Up here, no one sees her or even realizes she exists, and when she feels particularly bothered, that is exactly how she likes it.


(Violent, Lust, and others, it depends on whether you already know Legs, if you know she's up there or not and join her or wait for her to come down. Anyone who wishes to join in, feel free. It's an open rp with no specific plot yet
 
Violent sat in her apartment, playing with her elements. She was bored, and didn't feel like practicing. Sighing she looked around and became content with her surroundings. She could get used to living like this, alone and at peace with everything within reach.
 
(do they already know each other, or meet later?) After a space of time, Legs becomes restless. Standing with a slow exhalation, she scales down the side of the building, careful of the placing of her feet on windowsills and loosened bricks, then jumps down most of the way, making her way down the street with her head slightly lifted, eyes sharp, alert, even as she maintains a casual, slightly slumped posture. She doesn't badly need money tonight, and would prefer not to have to try to find a way to get it, but that doesn't mean she can let down her guard.
 
Siran causally walks the streets, she had currently changed her hair to a limp, dirty blonde style and her big brown eyes were currently a boring hazel colour, she didn't need attention right now with what she was about to do, she had been on her own for almost two years now. She looks around and her hand reaches out and grabs some bread from the nearby stall, she slips it into her coat pocket and carries on walking. Almost instantly someone yells, Siran rolls her eyes and breaks into a sprint, "HEY! GET BACK HERE!" She runs through the streets and dips down into alleyway, emerging at the end of it as a red-head with pale green eyes. The man runs past her, still yelling out. He frowns and turns around to her, looking confused, "'Scuse me mam' you didn't 'appen to see a blonde girl running past 'ere did ya'?" The red-headed Siran shakes her head, "No sir, sorry." He turns to back to look at where he thought she may have run off and nodded, "Thanks anyway." He walks off and Siran carries on going, pulling out the bread and munching on it as she slips into the crowd and rolls her eyes, muttering to herself, "Idiot."
 
Legs debates whether she wants to drop by Violent's place. She hates to impose on her, and she doesn't like to think that Violent might think that she NEEDS her as charity or something...but it's cold out, and she's been getting sick over the past few days. It's probably not the best idea to stay out when the weather's bad.


She coughs as she walks, pulling her torn, too-thin jacket more tightly around herself as she walked, head up. Seeing a red-headed girl approximately her age in the distance, she eyes her with mild interest but says nothing, her hand protectively over the few bucks in her jacket pocket as she walks.
 
Siran was walking along, having finished the loaf of bread, and still being hungry, when she spots a brown-haired girl looking at her. She raises an eyebrow at the girl and notices the subtle gesture she does of moving her hand inside her pocket. Clever girl. She noticed her torn, ragged appearance and smiles lightly, this girl had just attracted her attention. She snuck behind around an alleyway corner, checked no-one was around before shifting into a completely black cat with green eyes. She darted out from it and slipped through the crowd, following the brown-haired girl. It wasn't that strange to see a cat in the crowd since you often saw them anyway around this area. She was hoping to maybe get some food out of this girl in this cat form, people often felt more sorry for a homeless pet rather than a homeless human.
 
Legs ignores the cat at first, continuing on her way, sniffing again; the damn wind was not only blowing her hair across her face, forcing her to shove it back so she could see every few minutes, it was threatening to make her nose run too, and she didn't have the toilet paper she usually swiped every time she used a public restroom. She was still deciding whether or not to go by Violent's when she realized the cat was still following her. Rolling her eyes, then sighing, she sniffed again, then knelt, extending a hand towards it.


"I don't have food if that's what you're after...look, I don't mind petting you but you scratch me and you're in for it," she muttered to herself as she waited to see if it would continue to approach.
 
Siran looked up at the girl with big, mysterious green eyes. She slowly got closer to the hand, sniffed it, then looked back up at her. She sat down and her tail curled around her; she wasn't going to purr and rub against the girl. She was human inside after all and wouldn't degrade herself to that unless it was extremely necessary. But she was still interested in this girl despite what she had said about food, maybe she was heading some place where there was food. It was still fun to see how people reacted to her in a cat form anyway. She tilted her head at the girl and looked right into her eyes; people always say black cats are lucky right?
 
There's something strange about the cat, and Legs watches it for a while, then shrugs, standing back up, intending to walk away. "Fine, see you later I guess."
 
The cat gets closer, intending to follow the girl. She wanted to see where she was going and why she acted as if the cat could actually hear her, did she know? No, of course not. People talked to cats as if they were real all the time. The cat looks down, and then back up, her eyes are now blue. Siran grinned mentally, wondering how the girl would react, would she think she was going insane?
 
Glancing back at the cat, slightly irritated, Legs opens her mouth, then stops; its eyes were green before, she knows they were, and now they look blue. Shaking her head slightly, she looks back again, then narrows her eyes, her suspicion heightening...without quite meaning to, she blurts out, "Are you really a cat, or are you a shapeshifter screwing with me, because that's not exactly a hilarious thing to do, you know!"
 
After getting over her initial shock at the girl knowing what she is, Siran - as the cat looks as if she is almost smirking, she looks around, sees the crowd and looks back at the girl. She cannot shape shift in public so she winks at the girl and jumps up, running off into an alleyway with her small black paws. Daring her to follow. She sits in the alleyway and waits, would she follow?
 
When the cat winks at her- and the cat DID wink, Legs was sure she hadn't imagined that, then ran off, it seemed to be looking over its shoulder at her slyly, as if asking her to join it. For a few moments Legs stared after it, then, curious in spite of herself, she follows it around the corner, speaking to it again after first fast looking around herself. "What do you want?"
 
Siran looked around cautiously before immediately shape shifting into the red-headed girl she had been earlier, she placed her hands on her hips, "How did you know?" She asks, frowning at the girl. "Are you not a human?" She looks the girl up and down, as if checking for any inhuman features, finding none. Siran's speech is rather refined for a girl living on the streets, and her voice is sweet, pure natural. Strange for a natural lier. She doesn't show the girl her true form, not yet. Plus it may irritate her to know the cat was the red-headed she had looked at her earlier.
 
Legs shrugs, leaning back against the alley wall casually, but her shoulders are tense, and she is eyeing you carefully even as her voice is nonchalant. "I can do the same...half Lycan. There are sort of things I notice."
 
Siran nods and leans against the wall - still in her fake form as a red-head. "So, where are you going, home I suppose?" She asks carefully, also eyeing the girl, as a girl who didn't have a home, she was wary of questions about them. She looked around, as if to check no-one was going to jump out of no-where and attack her or listen in on their supernatural conversation.
 
"Depends on what you call home." Legs takes in the girl's careful behavior and relaxes a notch; she doesn't seem eager for anyone to hear them any more than Legs is, and as Legs crosses her arms, she looks over the girl's appearance. Not that she could tell much by it, since the girl could shapeshift to whatever she wanted to wear.
 
Siran nodded in agreement, noticing the girl taking in her appearance, she raised an eyebrow "Are you wondering what my true appearance is?" She herself took in the girl's appearance before speaking once more, "If you want to see it, I need to know your name." She narrowed her eyes, "Your real name." She then relaxed slightly, "If that's ok with you of course."
 
"What's YOUR real name?" Legs shoots back, then, aware of how defensive she sounds, backs down slightly. "I hate my name...I mean...my real name. I go by a few other things."
 
Siran laughs, a light twinkling sound, "I dislike my real name aswell, I usually go by May." She holds out her hand and as she does so she realizes she strangely trusts this girl, even if she did turn out to be a betrayer, what's the worst that could happen? Siran could turn into anything in order to escape, she could even turn into a damn lizard if she felt like it. As Siran smiles at the girl, her green ones switch to a deep, brown chocolately colour and the bright ginger hair darkens until it was as creamy as a chocolate bar, rich to full intent. The locks that fell on her shoulder were like silk and carressed her shoulders freely, bordering her luminous face. Her small lips grew plumper, turning a pretty, pale pink colour as her freckled, pale skin lost its blemishes and became tanned and refreshed looking, no spots or scars there at all. Even her dark eyebrows were perfect. She smiled warmly at the girl as she waits for her to shake her outstretched hand, "I tend to avoid being myself for too long, draws too much attention."
 
Legs had been determined not to any sort of reaction no matter what the girl- May, she was calling herself- changed into, but at this, she can't help but blink, checking her out instinctively, giving a small smile at her appearance before checking herself hurriedly. She took the hand after a moment's pause, then shook it quickly, deciding after a few moments of debate, lifting her chin as she replied to look her in the eye. "My first name is...Margaret." She can barely restrain a shudder at this, and she does make a face. "But I go by Legs. Or Sheena...like the jungle queen?"
 
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