Street Kids

Siran smiles, "Sheena it is" She drops the hand after shaking it, "Why do they call you Legs?" She asks curiously, peering down to look at Sheena's legs for any indication. She looks back up and stares back into Sheena's gaze, her eyes curious.
 
Legs shrugs, then smiles slightly. "They're long and skinny, I guess...got a lot of legs to look at? I mean, I'm almost 5'10..."
 
Siran opens her mouth to respond, then wonders if she should be telling this girl so much. At least she could use any identity she wanted, she guessed it would be alright for now. She never mentioned her first or last name, that's a good thing. "17." She answered simply, "What about you?" She looked around, "Hey, where you heading anyway? It would be easier to talk somewhere else..." She motioned to the alleyway they were in, pointing out the fact that all it would take is for someone to walk past and eavesdrop.
 
"Me too." Meaning her age, Sheena nods at your suggestion to move on, then says slowly, "You afraid of heights? I was thinking of staying on a roof for the night. People don't generally go up that high...I can help you climb, if you need."
 
(Switching to Nicknames now xD )


May grinned at her suggestion of heights, "No, I have no fear of heights." She forgets to change her appearance as she follows Sheena, "So, what do you call home?" She asks causally, she had noticed Sheena's careful attitude and wondered if possibly Sheena was in the same situation as her.
 
"That changes every day...sometimes every hour," Sheena replied slowly, licking her lips, and she is careful not to look back at May too soon to show her the brief flicker of discomfort standing in her gaze before she reaches the fire escape of the building she has chosen for the night, beginning to ascend. At its top, she looks back at May, offering her a hand to help boost her up. "Step up on the windowsill...do you have the upper body strength to pull yourself up? This is where the long legs part comes in handy."
 
May looks around and checks no-one is around before she speaks, "Let me just do this." After assuring herself no-one is around to see she switches into an average sparrow before flying up to the top and then switching back into herself once more, standing up from the floor of the roof before smiling at Sheena she then shrugs, "It comes in handy." She then looks around and sucks in a breath at the view, "Wow, you can sure see a lot from up here." She comments as she looks around, her hair blowing in the wind.
 
Sheena smiles, partly awed, partly excited when May changes into a sparrow; as she goes to stand near her, shivering slightly, her own hair blowing and tangling about her face as she hugs herself in an attempt to generate warmth, she glances over at May again, asking impulsively, 'So you can be anything...anyone? Could you be me...or a wolf?"
 
May grins, she faces Sheena and slowly begins to change. Her legs elongate slightly so that her height matches Sheena and her eyes turn into a pretty blue colour, her hair remains brown but the colour and style changes in the slightest so that it matches Sheena's, her nose, lips, ears and even eye shape switch and now standing infront of Sheena is an exact replica. She grins and speaks, her voice matching Sheena's, "Yup." She raises an eyebrow and looks around, "But do you really want me to change into a wolf right now?" She looks back at Sheena, smiling at the fact that Sheena was now - basically - staring at herself.


 
Sheena's eyes widen, and she gives a startled laugh, backing away slightly, then, bolder, comes closer, reaching out to touch her own cheek before laughing again, shaking her head. "So damn weird..."
 
May flinches at the touch and instantly her own appearance returns, she gives Sheena a smile to try and cover it up. She quickly speaks, trying to distract her, "So, where were you heading? I could tell you weren't just aimlessly wandering. To a friends house perhaps?" She looks Sheena and waits for her reply, it was getting a bit cold up here and she was hoping to leave this height.
 
Sheena doesn't fail to notice your flinching and frowns, quickly taking her hand away and being careful to keep distance between the two now as she replies carefully, "I was heading here...I was going to sleep here. Tonight...this is my home."
 
May looks around at the cold, comfortless rooftop and then back at Sheena, smiling kindly, "I know a much better place...would you like to come with me?" She asks gently, hoping Sheena wasn't one of those people that didn't like people offering 'charity' It wasn't really like that anyway, May didn't have a home either so she saw it as two girls sticking together, no charity involved at all.
 
Sheena hesitates; it's not that she doesn't trust May, not really, it's just that she doesn't, as May is thinking, want to get any sort of help or charity from her. She's slept on roofs many nights and been just fine...but on the other hand, it is very cold. She's shivering standing here, her jacket not warm enough for comfort, and already her nose is threatening to run, her hands red and chapped even inside her jacket pockets. Slowly she nods, stepping a little closer to May. "Where is this place?"
 
May waits patiently, noticing her hesitation, she then smiles wider when Sheena accepts, "Well, just follow me. I don't know the street name, and it's no 5 star hotel, but it's better than a cold, hard roof." May turns into the same sparrow without another thought and flies down to the ground. She then checks no-one is around and switches back into herself once more, looking up to check Sheena is following.
 
Sheena smiles as May turns into a sparrow, both amused and amazed, enjoying the fact that someone other than she can do that sort of thing, and is willing to let her see it too. It has been a very long time since she even allowed herself the possibility of trusting someone else, and the thought is a little scary...no, it's damn terrifying. She knows her history, that every time she makes friends on the street, every time she trusts someone and lets them close, she fails them...she screws up, and they both suffer for it. She shouldn't let this happen...she shouldn't even let herself like this May, or let May like her. But...but May is different from the others...May is like her. And maybe...maybe that means this time will be different too.


She scales down the side of the building and joins May, looking to her for the next move.
 
May smiles as she joins her and then walks off, knowing the girl would follow. Even without knowing it the way she walked drew the eyes of every boy or man...in a good way. As Sheena fell into step beside her a man aged around 20 walked over to May and blocked her path, looking at her with lust in his eyes, "Hey babe, you wanna go get a drink with me?" May rolled her eyes, "No thanks." She began to start walking again but his arm shot out and stopped her, "You sure?" It sounded more like a rhetorical question, as if her answer had to be yes.
 
Sheena tenses, her eyes roving between the man and May, and for a split second fear flashes into her gaze before she lifts her chin and then inserts herself between them, her expression defiant as she puts her hand on the man's arm, tightening her fingers. "She said no."
 
The man glares at Sheena, "What are you? Her wh**e friend?" May glares at the man and lashes out, her hand - within the space of about 2 seconds - switches to a lion paw and slashes across his face, leaving three, long crimson gashes. Before he even notices her hand is back to normal and she glares at him, "Speak to us again and it will be your throat next." She pushes past the stunned man, grabbing Sheena's hand and pulling her away from him, she mutters softly, "Sorry about that..." She let's go of Sheena as they approach a slightly broken looking house, it's door and windows boarded up apart from one where the glass is shattered.
 
Sheena is slow to respond, still standing close to May, not blinking as she looks at the house somewhat blankly, not registering its existence. Her eyes are wide, her skin cold to the touch, and her breath is slightly uneven; she is not entirely present in the moment. When May had hurt the man, she had dissociated from the situation in her mind; this is a common technique of hers to separate herself from memories of other men, other times, of situations where she was forced to either fight to defend herself, or more often, allow them to use her however they saw fit, whether for survival or for the money she could get from it. She has not yet "awakened" herself and so stands, not replying to May's words.
 
May looked at Sheena and frowned, she gently placed her arm on Sheena's shoulder and spoke gently, "Sheena? Are you alright?" She paused, thinking back to what had happened in the past few minutes to make her look so out of it...almost like she was trying to make herself not there. "Sheena, that guy, it's alright. He didn't do anything..." She looked into Sheena's eyes, trying to get her to come back to reality, "It's alright, nothing bad happened." She knew that sometimes she herself would try to de-sensitize herself, but she could never do it properly, defiantly not like how Sheena was.
 
It takes a few moments for Sheena to feel the pressure of May's hand on her arm, then to first hear, then understand her words, and she shakes her head slowly, her eyes coming back into focus, and tries to smile. "Uh...we're staying here?" she tries to change the subject.
 
May senses her unwillingness to speak about what just happens and she nods her head, knowing how much she hated it when people brought up topics she would rather not discuss. "Yeah, I hope you don't mind." She clambers through the broken window and holds out a slender hand to help Sheena and smiles at her, "I just thought it would be better than your previous option." She grins, "Since this one has a roof and all..."
 
"Hey, I can sleep anywhere, and I have. I've slept in the mall before, even...in those little beds after they closed up...hide in the bathroom," Sheena says a little defensively, but she takes May's hand, letting her help pull her inside. She is slow to release her hand, needing the extra assurance that she is not stuck in the past, but is still here in the present, and is embarrassed when she sneezes just after defending her choice to sleep on the roof. Okay, so maybe she wouldn't be sick if she hadn't been sleeping outside lately...but...


"People sneak into these kind of places more often than up a roof, is all."
 
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