Street Kids

When he was finally set down, Hood let a sigh of relief push from his lips, breathing ragged, but deeply once again. Looking to Legs, he laughed a little and waved his good hand. "Don't sound so... spiteful," he said, but smiled none-the-less. Leaning against the wall, he retracted the blackness into his coat and stood after a few attempts. "I will not need... a mattress. Too soft. Bothersome."


Moving towards one of the back rooms, he called back to them with a wheezing voice. "I can rest back here, if this room is... not occupied," he rasped, a mixture of a strangely worded statement and question. Looking over the empty looking room, he was glad to see the lack of windows. Once he was resting, he did not want to be woken by light, depending on how long the healing took him.
 
Kira breathed out panting. As she entered the window her wings disappeared. "Ugh...you know what I'll sleep in cat form. I really would feel weird if I had to share one with a boy or even a girl for that matter." She said looking back at Hood. "Yeah...Hey Host....lose some weight." She said feeling a bit weird talking to him like that. "Glad you can heal...I wouldn't want to wake up in the middle of the night with a stange man and a dead host in the same room. I'm just asumming they die if you seperate of course." She rubbed the back of her neck feeling weird again. She looked down at Hood and then kneeled down to lift him again, She stops. "You know....do you think you can walk?" She said with a smile on her face. She was quite tired.
 
Very relieved to hear this- even if she does feel close to May at the moment, it would probably be a little awkward to share a twin mattress with her at this point- Sheena quickly claims one of the two left, going to sit on it and watching Kira and Hood's movements.


"He's moving ok, Kira," she told her, and then lay down again slowly in the mattress on May's left. "Wake me up if something's...if ANYTHING is going on."


As it enters her thoughts that if she has her usual dreams, all the others will hear her, Sheena lifts her head quickly, her cheeks a little flushed as she adds stiffly, "If I'm....making noise, or whatever, but I'm still asleep...it's fine. Just ignore it."
 
Kira nodded and then sat on the cold floor for a while. "Yeah ok..." she said closing her eyes. She soon moved to a mattress. Laying down on it before rolling to face the wall. She laied on the end pulling her legs in. She was out quite quickly. She had forgotten she was going to sleep as a cat. Of course with such low energy she probably couldn't stay in that form anyways. If Jason were too approach her anyways she'd wake up and let him have the mattress. He needed it more then she did. For now she was happy to lay on something soft. She used on of her arms to act as a pillow for her head. Her ears were those of a wolf. So if anything noise would probably wake her up giving some security if someone tried to harm then as they slept.
 
Sheena notices that Kira took one of the mattresses and wonders briefly about Jason, but she's too tired mentally and physically to worry much. Closing her eyes, she drifts off into a light and restless sleep, curling herself into a ball.
 
(Woh I missed alot xD Oh, and I have to say...I love that bit! 'My name is Jason Ryles. I am thirteen years old. And I have blood stuck to the bottom of my shoes.' So funny! :D )





May had woken up at her name being shouted; being cruelly dragged from her beautiful and rare dream. She watched as the events unfolded and as Hood was dragged into the area her eyes widen at his bloodied and broken state. "What the hell?" As the others begin to fall asleep, she notices their behaviour towards Hood and mentally reminds herself that they didn't have the same upbringing as her. They weren't the same as her. She nodded at Sheena's silent communication and she immediently gets up once she notices the others dropping onto mattresses.


She pops outside for a moment, then once back inside she heads to the back room which Hood is in, she stops at the doorway and looks in, she seems to be holding a bowl shaped piece of wood and is clutching something in her hand, she looks at him, and since his back is to her, she cannot tell if he is sleeping or not. She approaches him gently, not because of fear but because she does not want to wake him if he is asleep. Once she is beside him she kneels down to his level and looks at the back of his head, whispering softly, "Hood are you asleep?"
 
( @ @ is so curious haha) Still curled up tightly, her backbone a spiny ridge facing out to the others, hair strewn over her face, Sheena's mind is again possessed by nightmares; this time, however, she is tired enough that she doesn't do much more than occasionally murmur or whimper in her sleep, and doesn't wake herself up.
 
Jason watched the blood on the alley drain away with the rain, lethargically at first, then more fluid. He rested with his back against the alley wall, letting the rain drench his hair. All his movements seemed to lag, lately; he would find himself in one position, and stay there a while, watching things. Like in the building when they met Hood. Like when he was on the rooftop. After writing in his journal. Now, in the alley.


He supposed it made sense. He was exceptionally sleepy, after all, after a long day and an adrenaline-powered evening. Anyone would be tired after being terrified for so long. The patter of rain was intoxicating, making his eyelids drift closed; and only the feeling of wetness on his skin kept him from falling asleep then and there.


An echo of a song he had heard on the radio brushed the back of his mind. Where had it been? Perhaps in some convenience store... he didn't know....


Feel the rain on your skin


No one else can feel it for you


Only you can let it in


Yes, it had been in a corner store. He remembered stopping before leaving the building, listening to the song on the shelf radio. He remembered hearing it end, and continuing to think about it the rest of the day.


Today is where your book begins, the rest is still unwritten... the rest is still unwritten.


Jason smiled, roused himself, and trudged over to the window. He pulled himself in, and eyed the empty mattress. The other two were occupied by Legs and Kira. May and Hood weren't in the room.


He slipped over and collapsed on the bedding. He stared at the ceiling for a moment, not thinking anything, really.


His feet were cold. There was a hole in his left shoe.


(Oh, thanks, Joboz. :3)
 
Kira heard the silent movements of the two who were up and then lifted herself from the bed. She turned into a cat now giving up the one she was on for someone else. She looked at Jason (Lol I love that song.) She went to a corner and curled up yawning like a cat would. She looked around again before laying her head down.
 
Hood sat in the empty room, back facing the doorway. He was deathly still and, if one would stop to examine him, they would see subtle movements every now and then. Rustling and writing underneath his clothing. It was part of his true form, twisting around the body both inside and out to mend broken flesh and bone. Leaving his eyes closed, he looked to be sleeping or in a meditative state. His eyes slipped opened, however, as footfalls crept up behind him, quietly. It was not someone sneaking to bring him harm, but the slightly nervous movement of one that did not wish to disturb.


Pulling a few stray dark shapes back under his clothing, he turned his head toward the voice, slowly as not to startle her. Solid black eyes met May's for a moment before the blackness retreated, leaving the usual yellow eyes of his Host. "No, I was not sleeping. Simply concentrating on mending the Host and righting my foolhardy mistake," he said quietly, not wishing to wake the others. Using his right hand, he turned toward her slowly, ignoring the pain it caused. "How thoughtless it was of me to assume that the man was not a threat."


As if he'd not spoken such depressing sounding words, the man smiled his usual smile and tilted his head slowly. "What brings you back here, if you do not mind my inquiry?" he asked calmly, his voice much closer to its original tone, rather than the pained and struggling one.
 
May looked curious as she noticed the black depths of his eyes and she gave a small smile at them before they turned back to yellow, she grinned, "I wonder if I can do that." She closed her eyes and when she re-opened them they were a perfect copy of Hood's. She blinked and then her eyes were back to their normal, deep chocolatey colour. She shrugged lightly, "Everyone has thoughtless moments now and then." She then put down the bowl as he inquired about her presence and unclenched her fist, revealing a rag. "I just thought you would heal much quicker if you clean your wounds before hand" She stated simply as she dipped the rag in the water, "Even supernaturals have to do frivolous things like looking after themselves" She gave a small smile before lifting the rag to the blood stain on his cheek, she paused and her eyes met his, not seeming at all bothered by the colour or emotions in them, "Do you mind?" She asked thoughtfully, checking if it was alright to clean his wounds.
 
Sheena continues to sleep lightly, eyes moving beneath her lids, occasionally coughing. She is more active in her dreaming now, often shifting around on the mattress, but does not awaken. Eventually she sits up, striking out at the air near her, but although her eyes are wide open, she is still asleep. Muttering incoherently, she gradually relaxes a little, lying back down, eyes shutting again, but it's obvious she can't settle into restful sleep. (not much more I can do with her yet lol)
 
Tilting his head, Hood listened to her and watched as her eyes shifted to mimic the shiny black look his had a moment earlier. "Interesting," he stated plainly, then went quiet as she continued to speak. "Ah, this is true. However, it is worrisome for one such as myself. Thinking rationally, I would never have done such a thing to endanger the Host and myself. Perhaps I am losing my hold on the impulses of the Host's Lycanthrope mind."


Shaking the thoughts away, his eyes turned to the bowl and rag. "Perhaps you are correct. It would speed up the process," he said in agreement, moving to reach for the rag as she moved toward him. At her words, he lowered his good arm and shook his head. "No, of course not. My thanks."


It was a strange feeling, one that came over the creature, and the more he thought about it, the more it confused him. These people were all being kinder than he anticipated. Some, of course, more than others, but they all had their own way of showing it. It was an interesting thing to observe. At the very least, they seemed a bit more trusting toward him than when he had first arrived.


Sighing he snapped out of his mind, coming back to reality. This was surely the doing of the Host. The control of feelings had slipped a bit due to his injury. Thinking about this, he was sure that it was the half-breed nature of his Host; more impulsive and animalistic.
 
May nodded and gently moved the clean, wet rag over his skin, wiping away the blood carefully as she looked like she was focusing intently. She noticed the subtle confusion he showed in his eyes and how quickly it diminished, soon the silence was broken as she spoke once more in her light, sweet voice, "Are you confused Hood?" She still cleaned his wounds as she spoke, looking a bit like a caring mother despite the fact that Hood and his Host were older than her. May wasn't as tired as the others thanks to the bit of sleep she got earlier.
 
Kira has awoke again. She looked outside through the window. She knew he was close by, probably still in demon form. She then thought about what Garos said, that he acted like he feared her. She sighed deeply and nodded. Yes, because he did. Kira wasn't just a shifter or a street girl. She had somethings carefully hidden away. Weapons, she had a lot of them. Why, because she was hunting the hunter. Next time, she would be ready. Kira sorta has two personalities, one that is brave and the other that made her act terrified eariler.
 
"Stop...don't...stop..." Sheena twitches, one arm flinging out and grasping the edge of the mattress, her nails digging in until she tears it, her voice small, breathless, and barely understandable. One leg kicks out at the wall hard enough to bruise her toes, before she stops moving, eyes half open, though still asleep, her chest rising and falling with quick breaths as she continues to mutter.


"Sorry...I'm...sorry. It wasn't supposed to be loaded," this last part is quite clear, almost as if she's speaking to someone out loud, and as her breathing slows again, she slowly curls back into herself, quiet for some time before her breathing begins to stagger again.


"Maddy...Maddy-Monkey....Maddy."
 
Kira looked back at Legs and sighed deeply. She looked outside again. In a sudden quick though. She bolted out, turning into a hawk and flying away. She flew high in the air watching as the sun started to rise. Easily making a sharp turn she flew sideways across a building's side. She didn't stray to far away from the others, but maybe she could manage to get some food for them.
 
As she wiped the blood from his flesh, Hood made no move to show pain, nor changed his expression, simply ignoring the feeling as best he could. Looking up at her, Hood frowned slightly, nodding at her question. "Perhaps. Well, no. Confusion is not the right word. Perhaps I am more worried than confused. If I lose control of the Host... well, things could begin to get very problematic. I would not wish to bring that upon any here, nor myself," he began. Before long, the trouble frown left his face. "No, that could not be. The accident with that man was simply a fluke and nothing more. I should not be worrying about such things. Another bad habit."


Hearing Sheena's words from the other room, his ear twitched slightly and his eyes went to the side. The speech was broken and soft; she must have been dreaming. Tilting his head at this, and the sound of fluttering wings, he said nothing, simply wondering just what was happening throughout the house. "She must be dreaming. Legs, I mean. What a strange function for the mind to have, dreams. The inner-workings of a person, still running as they sleep. It is fascinating," he thought aloud, then looked back at May. "I am sorry. I'm thinking out loud again, I fear."
 
After several more minutes Sheena sits up abruptly, then stands, a little wobbly at first, but then more sure footed. She is moving slowly in a straight line, almost as if she's walking on a balance beam, one hand clutched as though protecting something over her left hip. She moves straight across the room, and though her eyes are open, they are unfocused. She stops over Jason's mattress and stands beside it, appearing to be looking down at him, but she is still asleep.
 
Jason, likewise, was asleep. He had drifted off belly-up, scrutinizing the ceiling. His left hand was laid across his journal in his jacket, even in his dreams, and his right hung loosely off the side of the mattress. His mouth was slightly open, but he slept fitfully.
 
Sheena stands for several minutes, then kneels slowly. She lays down beside Jason on the mattress, one arm flung over him, pulling him against her, as she lies down on her side facing him, eyes half shut now, entirely unconscious of her movements as she barely breaths, "Maddy."


(my brother did this to me once, seriously)
 
Kira had returned carring a bag from a fast food place. She landed in the window still in bird form. Jumping down with the bag in her beak she set it down in a corner. SHe raised an eyebrow at Jason and Legs. She looked back at the food and then opened the bag of food. The smell of fries released and even a few burgers. She stretched out her wings looking around.
 
Jason stirred.


His dreams were of rain. It was a world of rain, where he was drenched, wherever he went. But he didn't mind; he was happy, drenched, and so were everyone else. The creaking buildings, the budding leaves, all happy. It was a perfect world.


But then a taint ran through it, a line of red screeching across the ground. It widened and widened, opening into the maw of an earthquake. He watched sadly as companions were sucked into the ground, seemingly unaffected himself.


So he stirred. His fingers spasmed slightly, as if he was writing, then stopped.


Jason suddenly became semi-aware of the world. He felt arms around him, but he knew not enough to wonder why they were there. He let himself sink further into the dream, wandering away from the red earthquake....


(Jason seemed a bit too tired to wake him up so soon. Let's see what May thinks of it.)
 
Finally seeming able to settle down, now that she's so close to another human being- even if she is entirely unaware that she is or who she's near- Sheena snuggles in even closer to Jason, exhaling slowly, her eyes shutting all the way as her breathing slows. For the first time she just goes still and sleeps without speaking aloud or moving, her arm still wrapped around him.
 
May listens silently, she has managed to clear all the blood from Hood's skin and any possible infections that could have been lurking in his wounds are now gone. The power of water. She squeezed the bloodied cloth over the bowl of water and watched as the water turned a colourful red colour, she then looked back at Hood and shrugged lightly as he mentioned dreams, "Most dreams..." She paused, her eyes turning distant before she re-focused on Hood, "And nightmares, are memories of the brain's sub-conscious. Although some originate from fears or worries that you may be experiencing." She grinned at Hood as she stood up with the rag in the bowl, "Or perhaps a person who you may find appealing causes dreams" She shrugs once more while walking towards the doorway, "One need not apologize for their thoughts nor for them being spoken out loud" She stops at the doorway, looking back in at Hood, "Good night Hood." She gives him a smile before walking back into the other room, her eyebrow raises as she notices Jason and Sheena, she blinks lightly, but makes no comment as she strolls over to the mattress she had slept on earlier and plonks herself down on it, going into the fetal position and closing her eyes. But she does not sleep yet, she lays with her ears awake to the sounds around her. She speaks lightly, "What is that smell Kira?" She knows the girl is in the room with her but doesn't open her eyes.
 
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