Street Kids

As Sheena re-enters the living area, where most of the others are, her hair dripping down her back, she is unaware that Devin is about to tell the story of himself and May and glances at the others. May is gone, she notices.


"Okay, who's sharing a bed tonight, and who gets stuck with the couch?"
 
Jason shifted in his seat. "Sure," he told Devin. "'S not like I have anything else to do." He turned to Rhys. "Why don't you get off the floor?" he asked, motioning to a couch nearby. "No need to be uncomfortable. We're all a big, happy, mismatched half-deranged supernatural family, here."


His thoughts turned to Devin. The older boy seemed to be acting nicer, after his confrontation with May. Jason was a bit intrigued, but sort of apprehensive too. In what sort of world did teenagers threaten to kill each other or leave- and then stare back and choose to be killed? It was something out of a dark romance fan-fiction, the boy refusing to leave the girl. Although in a fan-fiction May would probably have Devin in chains by now in a shady dungeon, shouting at him. She'd also probably have a whip. Devin would have some supernatural power that would allow him to break the chains easily, but he'd choose not to.


He'd always hated those fan-fictions.


Jason did notice Devin rubbing his neck. "Hey, is your head all right?" he asked. "I mean, you probably have strengthened bones or something, but the..." he gestured half-heartedly at the wall. "You know." Man, if only he had the words to describe everything he felt, then-


His thoughts were interrupted by Sheena's sudden appearance. "Oh. Hey," he said. Whoa, that was a quick shower. "Uh, Rhys offered to take a couch. And, unless anyone wants to bunk with Hood, I guess two of you girls would probably share." He grinned, and added, "or no one could share and I could take a couch. I'm the smallest."
 
Sheena shrugs. "She said two couches, two single beds, one double. That's only six. There are seven of us...so someone has to have the floor." Her eyes shift to Devin as she says that, none too subtly. "Uh...May...probably doesn't want to share a bed."


"With me" is her unspoken thought as she looks back at Devin, finally noticing something had been going on. "is there a story I'm missing here?"
 
Hood let a bit of a sigh escape him, but still smiled as the girl gave a cross-armed look and raised brow at his words. The creature did not hold back the fit of laughter that pushed through him, quieting after a moment and moving to stand as she spoke once more. "Perhaps not. Though, I fear I have had much going around in my mind as of late. Such a chore controlling this Host. Lycanthropy is a strange thing."


Stretching backwards in a sickening and uncomfortable fashion, the creature's body popped and snapped, causing another sigh to escape his lips, this one holding a bit of pain. "Hmm. I do hope this Host will continue to last," he muttered aloud before looking toward the house again, his ears twitching. "It would seem they're speaking of some sort of sleeping arrangement. Perhaps we should head back inside."


Turning toward the house fully, he waited to walk forward, not wanting to be rude and take off without the other. He did not help her up, however, not being comfortable with such closeness with anyone unless the situation was dire. "I should probably tell them that I do not need a bed. Perhaps I will even rest outdoors. Keep watch, make sure there is not another incident," he rambled, speech broken and scattered as if he wasn't quite focused. Though it should have seemed uncommon, it was quite 'normal' for the creature to act as such.
 
Kira smiled at him and then got up. "Hmm, I can shift into anything....I don't need one either...but it is nice sometimes. Plus I don't think sleeping without a bed will be good for you right now...and if this keeps up that body will be dead within a week if you don't stop getting yourself into trouble." She said with a smirk. "Besides I've pulled all nighters before and I bet the next visit will be from my little demon stalker." She said her face turning to a frown. Of course she didn't other to tell him she was in no condition to do much right now. She did just get beaten almost to death, her body healed thanks to her shifting but it was still sore although she did her best not to show it. She sighed and entered the house and then looked back at Hood with a smile. She was trying to be nice to him since he did help save her life. He also helpped get her mind off Zack when they talked. He was helpping more then he probably knew.
 
Devin chuckled as they all seemed to re-appear besides May, he looked to Sheena as she asked if she was missing a story, having basically ignored the look she gave him, May already made it clear she didn't want to be in the same room as him, let alone same bed. "As a matter of fact, there is." He leaned back lightly, glancing to Jason distractedly before glancing to the dented wall behind him, he chuckled again, "Oh my head's fine, she knows she'll have to do better than that to hurt me." He looked at Sheena now, "Jason here just asked me 'what's up with me and May'" He grinned at Jason lightly, "Which I'm guessing is code for: Why does May hate me? Or: Why won't I leave?" He paused, cracking his knuckles as he stretched again, "So, I'm about to tell him the romantic little story of how me and May met, what happened, all that stuff." His tone is sarcastic at the beginning, indicating it may be far from romantic or maybe showing that he doesn't want to be serious about it because it may in fact be rather romantic. Who knows besides him? He glanced at her, "If you want to listen, you're welcome to."
 
Well, Sheena didn't WANT to listen, but that didn't mean she didn't feel like she had to or needed to. She crossed her arms, shrugging as if it had absolutely no interest to her, but didn't leave the room.


"Whatever. Might as well kill the big mystery."


She glances between the others before Devin starts, pointing at them one by one. "Hood, you're hurt, you should get a bed. Rhys and Devin, since you didn't do anything to actually get this house, couches. So that leaves two beds for me, Jason, Kira, and May...so...Jason, single bed, I guess...and I guess we'll work it out. The rest of us, I mean."


Still dawning on her that this arrangement either means she's sharing with May or she's sleeping on a floor. Dammit.


Quickly she looks back at Devin. "Okay what's the big STORY?"
 
(Uh, by the way, there are three couches, one in the main bedroom and two in living room, check my earlier post again xD )





Devin shrugs, "Okay." He then glances to Jason, taking his silence as a sign he is listening to the story, "You guys know that when Siran...I mean May, was thirteen, her d**k of a dad 'sold' her to Calius, right?" He shrugs, "Calius is a pimp, and no, not that type that kids joke about. He had a big house, full of girls from 13 to 16, and they each personally had a body guard to look after them, stop anything bad happening to them, besides of course the fact that he sold their bodies for money." He spoke harshly, then seemed to calm a bit, "I worked as one of those guards, and 'cause I'm a Lycan, I was assigned to look after the shifter. Thirteen year old Siran May Naveen." He leans back, hiding his yawn, "And that's how we met, I protected her from any 'customers' who went too far and anything else that threatened to harm her." He did air quotations around customers, showing his open distaste. He glanced at Jason, having leant forward and resting his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands, "Despite what you all think, I do love May. It killed me to see what she went through, but Calius isn't just an ordinary guy, I would have stopped him if I could." He paused and looked away, "Then, we started dating pretty quickly..." He is tempted to say she loved him, but that would sound too mushy, right? "But when she was 15, she got caught stealing for Calius and got sent to juvie." He looks at Sheena now, wondering if she's actually been listening or not, "I quit working for Calius and never saw May again." He stands up, stretching, "The end." He glanced at Jason, "I think she hates me because she thinks I was just using her or something, and because I couldn't stop her from going to jail, I dunno, ask her." It is obvious he is getting touchy now, speaking about his past with May has affected him.
 
As he is talking Sheena's face darkens slowly, her jaw tightening, her hands forming fists. She is picturing May at 13, made up and sent off with any number of random men...much like Sheena herself. The anger in her eyes is almost as intense as the pain also starkly showing itself, and she looks at Devin, not so much focusing it on him as because she needs somewhere, someone to address with it.


"You know, you should ask people if it's okay before you tell people other people's personal business like that."


Without another word she leaves the room, going to look for May. It is for May's sake, both past, when she was forced to do those things, and present, with Devin telling everyone about it now, that she is bothered, but also for her own. If this Devin were to find out about her own past, there's no telling how he would talk about it....how he would see her.


The door to May's parents' room is the only one closed, so she knocks on it, thinking maybe May is inside. This is a very, very stupid idea, but...she does want to see her again right now.
 
Hood quirked his head to the side as she spoke once again of sleeping in a bed. The thought made him frown a little, but he tried to hide it. "Beds are... strange. Too soft. I would much rather the ground or a floor. And as for this body dying, there is quite little chance of that. The half-Lycanthrope side is very good at preventing such things," he explained, oblivious that she was only being half serious and trying to look after him. At the mention of the demon, however, he stopped walking completely and a sinister grin stretched his face inhumanly. "As bad as it sounds, I do wish he would show up again. I would enjoy another feud with that creature where I am not acting on pure impulse. It would be interesting to finally make him scream."


Going silent after this, he stepped inside to be greeted by Sheena, speaking on the sleeping arrangements. Giving a sigh, he shook his head. "All of you need to quit with such worrying over my well being. I assure you, I am fine and will heal much less quickly if I am given a bed to sleep in. Mattresses are uncomfortably soft and feel... sickening," he rambled, shuddering just a little. "So, by that knowledge, there is no more sorting out sleeping issues. Hmm."


Going silent, he followed the eyes of the others toward Devin who began to tell his 'tale' of how he and May had come to be and know each other. Not speaking, Hood simply scowled throughout the story, pulling his form against the nearest wall. Once the tale was through, he spoke once again, voice holding a sickened tone that dripped with disgust. "I have heard and witnessed such things more than once, but it never ceases to surprise me just how low humans and humanoid creatures can sink. Selling the bodies of children as such? What I would not give to flay every bit of flesh from the bodies of those who are involved in such a trade..." he murmured, half-growling voice slipping across the room. Looking at Devin again, he narrowed his eyes behind his hood. "Let us hope people do not judge too harshly of you on the company you keep or have kept."


Saying nothing more, the creature left the room again, moving toward the front of the home and trying to push his sudden mood change away. It wasn't in his personality to be so sour, even on a subject as grim as this, but it grated at his mind to think of those in the little 'group' being subjected to such things. "Perhaps I am growing too attached?" he mumbled quietly, opening the front door and looking through the glass of the screen door behind it. The front yard looked quiet, almost too much so. It caused a feeling of light paranoia to seep over his poor mood. "What shall come next?"
 
Jason listened attentively to Devin, hiding his emotions near the end. God, the people in their "group" had gone through a lot of horrors. He thought about May, still bright and kind after all that, and felt respect for her. He thought of annoying, smart-mouthed Devin, yet felt sympathy for him. Jason realized- the story might be like a novel... But unlike a novel, there was no guarantee that there would be a happy ending.


He watched impassively as Sheena and Hood spoke, and left. Jason wasn't sure what to say. Should he show sympathy? He didn't think his story alone was enough to make May ate him so full-heartedly; should he ask if that's all? Ask if May minded the story being made public? He felt so small amongst these people.


Jason finally decided to simply take up Devin's plate- now empty of food- and transfer it to the dishwasher, staying silent.
 
Rhys moved to the couch and half-listened to Devin's story. He didn't know these people and he didn't need to know their past. He didn't want to care about any of them here. He was not a part of their group. It was clear he was an outsider even more than Devin. He knew one of them. Rhys knew none of them. Besides they all seemed to care less about Rhys and he was happy to return the feeling. As soon as he rested he would be gone. It was for the best for them all.


Rhys thought about his own past. The ocean could be a cruel place especially with humans polluting and destroying it. But Rhys would not talk about his life. He said why he was here. No more needed to be said. Besides they couldn't understand. They were all landdwellers with their own problems.
 
Devin glanced at Sheena, then Hood as they both responded with a tinge (or maybe more than a tinge in Sheena's case) of bitterness. Oh well, if they didn't want to hear it, why did they listen? He was originally telling Jason anymore, speaking of which the kid had fallen silent, causing Devin to wonder if Jason was mad at him aswell. Oh well, he was here for May, not them. Although Sheena did make a point, he should have asked May first, she just might kill him now. He got up from the couch, speaking to Jason, in a slightly offish tone, maybe he did have feelings. "It's getting late, I'm gonna try and find some blankets for people sleeping on the couches." He turned around to walk off.


May jumped slightly, still laying on the bed she realized some tears had left her eyes, she wiped them hurriedly and sat up on the bed, the closet was still open as she called out, "Come in." Her voice sounded WAY too much like she had been crying and she rubbed her eyes fiercely again, trying to erase the evidence as she looked at the door.
 
Kira looked at them all and then sighed. She looked at them and then stretched out. She was just going to sleep outside in a tree. She sat down and then looked at the others and then just walked out and then sighed deeply rubbing her head. She looked up still under stress.
 
As Sheena eased the door open, then steps inside slowly, she looks first toward May, then towards the open closet door, then back towards May. She can see May's mother's dress lying out, the signs of May's tears from her slightly reddened features, and she puts two and two together, briefly biting her lip. Slowly she moves to sit on the bed, making sure to keep distance between them. Unsure of what to say, she cleared her throat.


"Um...everyone's making sleeping arrangements, and stuff...I think everything is kinda settled except me and you and Kira." She shrugs. "You can sleep with Kira. I mean, I understand."


Licking her lips, she looks over at May's mother's dress again, then says quietly, "My mom died. When I was little."


That is all she offers, clinching and unclinching her fist in her lap. After a few more moments she says, "I didn't know...that Devin was your guard."
 
Jason watched Devin walk off. "Uh, well, uh," he stuttered, starting towards him, feeling he should say something. He had been the one to ask for the story, and now here they were, with everybody in a foul mood.


The boy turned a corner before he could think of something to say.


Jason slumped visibly, then shrugged. He said to Rhys, "I'ma go take a shower. You do what you want. Have a party." Feeling down, he turned and went into the hallway that everyone else had gone into. With a bit of door-peeking, he eventually found the bathroom- still warm from the previous user- and shut and locked the entryway.


He examined himself in the mirror. Dirty, disheveled, torn, ragged, and worn. Like everyone else in the house.


Then he suddenly noticed a brown spot on his shirt. Blood.


When did that get there? he thought, wearily.
 
The Witch was going down her list of powers and which would be best to use. Some were weaker than others and other might not be useful. Her current and most powerful was the boy's own powers. Maybe she would tease him with it. Lead him out into the water.


She could feel others with the boy and she did not want to risk it right now. Rhys would leave them soon enough and she would get him. But she was also unsure of that. The boy was not able to be tricked as well and had to force away his power from him. She might need to do something different or even help. The Witch didn't like the thought but she used help if she had to. She moved few blocked away from where she knew the boy was. It was time to plan.
 
(as a total sidenote, tomorrow, the 19th, is Sheena's birthday. Though it won't be mentioned in this rp, and in it she is still seventeen. *silent fake celebration*


As note-note, I will be adding in a new character, Caroline. I know Legend and Nivrad are familiar with her, but the rest of you may want to read the character sign up sheets for both her and the witch's profiles. She will not immediately be part of the group's lives, but she will become important.)


Caroline tried to keep her eyes focused ahead, her chin lifted, and her posture very confident and assured as she walked down the sidewalk, keeping her distance from anyone who might approach, but even she is aware that she is not quite pulling off her desired persona. For one thing, she is too small, both in height and weight, to pull off the look of an adult who has a definite direction and destination in mind. For another, though she is not yet fourteen, she looks even younger, and no one at a glance would ever assume her to be anything but a child. And then there is the matter that she does in fact not have a clue what direction she needs to go, or what she might need to do to get there.


It has been almost two days now since she ran away from the Brinkermans- for that is what she calls them, in her mind, definitely not Mom and Dad, as they insist they are to her. Caroline knows the truth. Those people who call themselves her parents are actually her abductors, the people who had kidnapped and lied to her when she was too young to know better and ruined her father's life. They had forced him to kidnap her back and stay on the run with her, never able to relax and settle into a normal life, when she was eight, all the way until this year, a few months ago. Then they had lied and manipulated everyone in authority until they didn't believe the truth when they heard it, that Caroline's father, Lewis Danson, was her real dad, not her abductor at all...and they had put her father in jail.


All of this was bad enough, for Caroline, in the five years her father had had her back, had rarely left his side...but for the Brinkermans to make her come back and live with them,try to make her call them her parents...try to call her Maddie, a name she now knew was not her own?


She hadn't been able to stand it. It hadn't been even three weeks before she decided what she had to do- run away, just like her dad had run with her. And somehow, she knew, she would find a way to get to him, even in prison...she would find a way to get him out. And she could take care of him, just like he always took care of her.


But Caroline had known nothing about what running away would mean. Before she had been with Lewis, who had money and a car, who had never let her go with out and always found food and a warm place to sleep, no matter what. And Caroline....well, she had no money and couldn't stay in shelters, because someone might recognize her and send her back. She didn't know how to get anything, and already, only two days, she was not only cold, hungry, and confused, she was afraid.


What if she couldn't get to Lewis? What would she do?
 
The Witch looked at some of the people on the street. Most were meaningless to her. Those who were just normal human or too old were useless to her. She longer for power even when she did not need it. Over the years she had become hungry for powers. She'd love to take them, watching her victims go wide eye and sometimes protest. Screaming, crying, fighting, demanding her to return what she took. Some would thank her though and a few had died on the spot. Stupid things. She was better than them all.


The Witch though stopped and looked at a few. Maybe she could convince one to help her. Someone young enough. Someone who would listen to her and do as she asked. She saw a small girl and decided to choose her.


"Hey. Um..excuse me," she said, her voice and posture becoming soft and vulnerable and desperate. "I need help."
 
When she sees a woman approach her, Caroline had stiffened, wary, and instinctively taken a step back. But when the woman speaks, not asking her if she, Caroline, needed help, like a cop or mother might, but instead saying that she, the grown up woman, needed help, Caroline relaxes a little, though she doesn't step towards her. How was she supposed to help anyone?


"What do you need help for?" she asked slowly. "I don't think I can."
 
"I have seen to lost track of something," she started, weaving a tale of lies. If she told the girl the truth she would most likely bolt and she didn't want to draw attention to them. She instead smiled a little and went on. "You see I was going about my normal business when this boy attacked me and ran off with something of value. I know where he is but he has these friends and so I cannot get to him. But I know they would not say no to such a young girl like you."


The Witch tried to look as sincere as she could and she knew she could. She had years of practice tricking people after all. "All I need is for you to go to him and lead him back to me so I can get what I lost. If you help me I promise I will help you in return. Ask any favor and I will do it."
 
Caroline goes very still, incredulous. This seems almost too good to be true...surely this woman can't be that. Any favor? Any at all...what about Lewis? What about...


Lewis had told her long ago that there were people in this world who were more than they seemed, people who had magical and supernatural powers and abilities. Circling her shoulders with his arm, he had told her solemnly that all the great tales of creatures were not myths at all, but based on ancient truth. While some of those creatures were meant to harm, others were misunderstood and persecuted, forced to hide their talents.


"Chances are, Caroline of mine, you've encountered a person of that nature before and just didn't know it," he told her. "And sometimes I think that the people who took you from me, the people who are protecting them and persecuting us, have powers themselves. One day you may find yourself among them."


Then he had laughed and kissed her forehead, and Caroline had not be entirely sure that it wasn't a joke after all. But this woman...what if she was one of those that Lewis had talked about?


"But what if he won't come with me, since he doesn't know me?" She pauses, then says, her voice barely hiding her eagerness, "You'd do anything? Anything at all?"
 
(Right now I don't know what to post but I'll figure something out...anyways Mr. Grin has not posted in Fighting academy. I would like to know if you are quiting Grin. If not PM me and we can figure something out for your next post nothing of inportance has happened that can not be stated in a post. Oh and Faith, I'm sorry I have not been paying attention to this role play. I am in so many I'm wearing myself out. lol)
 
"All you need to do it get him to trust you. Or tell him that you need him for something." Humans, even ones who were not human once, were fools. She was sure if Caroline asked Rhys to help her he would. Then she would have him and not have to worry. "It shouldn't be that hard."


The Witch smiled down at Caroline. "Why child I am a woman of my word. Ask me any one thing and I will do whatever in my power to do it for you."
 
Caroline is still frowning slightly, considering this offer, still scarcely daring to believe. "What would I tell him I need help with?"


She hesitates, glancing up at the witch, still weighing the odds...but she is too desperate to consider for long, and she says in a burst, moving closer, "My dad, I need you to help me get to my dad. And get him out. They took him away from me and he's in prison now, but he shouldn't be, he's innocent! They set him up, they said he took me but he just took me back. He's my real dad and he just took me back from the people who call themselves my parents but they took me from him and he just took me back...please, if you can get me to him...if you can get him out..."


She pauses, then drops her voice. "Are you...special?"
 
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