Street Kids

May grinned at her defence and shrugged, "Sometimes you have to do what you have to do, right?" She then turned to the window once the girl was in and leant down, picking up some pieces of wood and putting it up to the window. She pushed against it and smiled as it made a tap sound and slotted into the window frame, making it appear to also be blocked up. Once the entire window was covered she grinned and turned to Sheena, "I suggest we sleep on the first floor, the second floor tends to be a bit unstable." She points over to a corner in the room and in that corner is three mattress that look as if they have been dragged down stairs.
 
Sheena eyes the windows skeptically, thinking but not voicing that it hardly would have kept her out if she was desperate for a place to stay, and that it won't take out anyone who can smell their scents on the inside. Nevertheless, she is cold and tired, and she follows May towards the mattresses, flopping down on one heavily and curling up, though she lifts her head to look at her. "How old are you?"
 
May frowns at Sheena's sudden request for age and she follows her, also laying down on one of the mattresses and facing Sheena as she stretches out and then goes into the fetus position as her knees bend. She brushes a lock of brown hair behind her ear and shrugs rather lazily, the effects of tiredness already settling in. "I'm 17" She responds rather shortly and yawns right afterwards, her words mixing with the yawn as she speaks once more, "How old are you?"
 
Sheena hesitates; usually she says eighteen, if not older, but tonight, with May, she says in nearly a whisper, "Seventeen. Just turned." She turns herself so her elbow is a pillow, coughing against her sleeve, and then turns to look at May even while laying down.


She won't dare to hope that this could end up being something that will last more than a night or two...that May could end up being a friend. That was dangerous...no, she should just try to make sure that she isn't going to wake up with her head shaved or what little she had stolen, that May isn't setting her up for something. She knows she shouldn't sleep, but she's tired, hot all over even though she's still shivering...damn, she's probably getting a fever on top of it all. It isn't long before she drifts off to sleep.
 
*she's been sleeping for less than an hour when Sheena begins to twitch in her sleep, eyes moving beneath their lids jerkily. She is clearly in the grips of a nightmare*
 
May is just about to fall into the land of sweet unconcious dream-lessness when she hears a subtle movement to the left of her, she looks over at Sheena and notices her twitching and restless movements, she sighs and sits up so that her butt is still on the mattress but her feet are on the floor. She looks at the girl and her instincts immediately tell her to the little she has and make a run for it, it's the way she lives, steal, steal and lie. She sighs and gets up, she slowly walks over to the corner of the room, swipes up a tattered looking blanket from the corner and walks back over, lightly placing it over Sheena. She then clambers back onto her own blanket-less mattress and closes her eyes, falling asleep in seconds.
 
Sheena does not settle into gentler dreams; within an hour her nightmares intensify to the point that she sits up with a gasp, sweating, trembling, and there are tears running down her cheeks. She goes into a coughing fit, trying to stifle it against her inner elbow, and wipes the tears angrily, looking over at May to make sure she isn't watching, then settles back down slowly, eyes open now, determined to stay awake.
 
After several minutes she gets up and goes to the window, standing and looking out in silence, debating whether she should leave.
 
May's dearly attuned ears pick up the sound of movement - even in her sleep. She opens her eyes slowly, glad she had picked up the skill of such attuned hearing, probably because of how badly she needed it in the past 10 years. She quietly sits up and watches Sheena silently, that is of course until she speaks at a normal level, but it is probably loud in the silence right now, "You thinking of leaving?" Her voice was casual, as if what Sheena was considering didn't affect her at all.
 
Sheena jumps, then turns quickly, trying to smile, even as her knuckles whiten around the frame. "I guess...I mean, would it matter?" She pauses, tensing, and glances back at May fast, backing away from the window. "Did you hear something?"


(enter niv)
 
NIVRAD00:


Night had long fallen, but Jason was still out on the streets. I'm hardly anywhere else, he thought. He'd lost his pursuer for sure, he'd had his dinner, and now all he needed was lodging.


He scanned each side of the quiet road, dragging his feet through the weeds in the sidewalk. Where to stay this night? This part of town, at least, seemed to be chock-full of abandoned buildings. The whole place was decrepit, the yards unmowed and the windows broken. He was hesitant to choose any of them, though; it seemed a likely place for older, tougher, and much more dangerous teens to stay. What would he do, hit them over the head with his journal? Like that would do any good.


He brushed breadcrumbs off of his jacket as he walked, leaving them for the birds on the pavement. He wasn't full, but just about for a homeless child.


As if on cue, a car turned the corner. Jason looked over his shoulder and stared for a moment, before his eyes adjusted to the headlights and he caught sight of the driver. It was the baker's son, probably under the driving age; and is was a mean coincidence that he had decided to drive down this way. He'd found out much too late that the bakery family was very possessive of their goods.





I just stole two loaves! he thought, turning and sprinting. My God, of all the things to get chased for!


Ridiculous! Who cared that much about two measly loaves? He even felt a little indignant that, of all the homeless people in the city, he was just about to be caught for stealing bread.


Thankfully, he was near the corner. The car accelerated, but before it reached him, Jason had turned the corner and- no, not this alley- the next!- dove into an alley. Rolling under a dumpster, he held his breath.


He saw the car screech to a stop at the first alley and feet came out of it. Thank God he had chosen the second.


The baker's son would search this one next, however. Rolling back out from under the metal, he found all the windows boarded up. He pressed on one; yep, securely nailed. He went to another and kicked it, more out of spite than anything, but was surprised to find it give under his foot and fall out from the frame. Incredulously, he regarded the boards as he leaped into the building. They weren't even rotting or anything.


It was dark inside, but at the same time, there was no mistaking the contents of the building. Two teenage girls sat on dirty mattresses in the corner, watching him.





He sighed. Rock and a hard place, he thought, dejectedly. Frying pan; fire.


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As Sheena had heard Jason trying to break into the building, she had jumped back, eyes wide with fear, her heart beginning to pound rapidly in her chest. She had thought for a fleeting second that it must be the man from the street earlier, that it must be a cop, maybe even her father...going over to May and pressing her shoulder against her unconsciously on the mattress, almost huddled against her, she had swallowed hard, not able to form words. But when the person slid into the room and she took in that it was just a boy....a young, skinny, rather dirty boy who looked considerably younger than her, she sat up straight, greatly relieved.


"Uh...hello?" she said doubtfully.
 
Jason turned around and began putting the boards back up. "'Lo," he called over his shoulder. Show confidence, he thought to himself. The two girls might be half a decade older, but be confident anyways.





The boy turned around, finished. "Look, uh, I'll get out of your way soon. Just let me hunker in here for a few minutes, okay?"
 
Sheena stares at him for a few more minutes, then, assessing that he doesn't look dangerous- between her and May, they could definitely beat him up in half a second if they had to- she nods slightly, though she still remains unconsciously close to May as she glances at her. "Uh...yeah but you get your own mattress, kid, don't even think about trying anything...okay?"
 
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Jason looked around. It looked like as good of a place to sleep as any. Maybe, after the baker's son passed, he'd ask to stay the night.


"'Don't try anything'? Right. Seems like you two would be the ones doing the trying," he muttered, leaning against the wall by the window, where he could look through the boards.
 
Sheena lifts her chin, taking some offense at that, and runs a hand through her hair, sitting up straighter. "What's that supposed to mean?"
 
May straightens right up when the boy enters, looking at him with her deep brown eyes doubtingly, she was much more wary than Sheena. Especially of boys...probably because of her past and they way they looked at her - and treated her. She shoved the images of those lust filled men from her mind and gets up from the mattress, taking one step towards him, "Who are you?" She raises an eyebrow, annoyed that even her voice was velvet smooth and attractive. She ignores him comment about trying anything, if he was talking about stealing...he was probably right.


--- Merged Double Post ---


(What does Jason look like? Bio?)
 
(Fire of Hearts and Mr Grin are joining too)


Sheena remains on the mattress, though she is suddenly self conscious of the thought of lying down to sleep in front of a boy, even if he is a kid. Sex is one thing...but sleeping in front of a male, even a little boy, making herself vulnerable to him in that way...letting him hear her dreams? What if he's been lurking around outside listening and he already did? Her cheeks flush at the thought, and she looks away.
 
Kira was watching everyone. She was a cat which managed to get some food from so people. Suckers she thought. However she was watching this group of what looked like homeless people. She tried to hid her food not wanting them to take it. Her clothes her safly tucked away in a hole a while from here. That means she could change back if there was an emergency.
 
(Jason's bio is in the Ideas thread, but in short, he's 13, a bit rumpled, probably dirty, has a mouth, isn't afraid to use it, but is kind enough. Very innocent too. Gotta counterbalance you criminals and such. ^.^)


"My name's Jason," said the boy, glancing in the girls' direction before resuming his watch out the window. He saw the baker's son tramp into the alley, trip over a leg of the dumpster, give a wild look behind it and tramp right back out, staggering slightly. Psh, thought Jason. Probably drunk. He didn't even look under the dumpster.


The trouble gone- not that it had been much of a trouble in the first place- he turned back around to scrutinize the others closer. They were much older than him, which was ironic, since they both looked wary of them. They looked street-savvy, with the emphasis on "savvy," and rather... hardened, almost. Their expressions were blank and distrusting, although their stances betrayed some emotion.


He almost felt self-conscious. Jason was new to the streets, or fairly, anyways. He had been wandering for a month or two, or three, and felt his lack of experience sharply. "So, uh," he said. "Who're you guys?"
 
May narrowed her eyes at him, and realizing he wasn't a threat. Sat back down on the mattress, glad he hadn't given her the look she usually got from boys. "I don't think that's any of your business." She spoke rather well for a 'street girl' almost as if she were raised in a posh family rather than in a council home with a r@pist.
 
"Mm," he said, acknowledging her. He wouldn't have wanted to give just anyone his name either, he supposed. Although he just had. Well.


For a lack of anything else to do, he surveyed the room. It was large, and mostly empty but for the mattresses. There were shadows shrouding the corners, and in one corner, he saw a flash of light.


Surprised, he went closer and examined it. Back at him stared a pair of yellow eyes. Cat eyes.


"Hey," he said to the feline. He straightened back up; "Hey, you have a cat. Could I ask what his name is? Or her, I guess?"
 
May's eyes flicked to the corner and she stared at the cat, she frowned lightly. Did she recognize the abnormality of it because she often made herself into a cat. She spoke rather shortly, "I don't have a cat. I don't think Sheena does either." She pauses and stares at the cat, "And I don't think that's a cat either." Her eyes flicker to the boy and she shrugs, "Don't call me crazy." She looks back at the cat and gets up slowly getting closer to it and Jason before she bends down and makes eye contact with the cat, not saying a word. "You probably think I'm crazy, right?" She speaks to Jason but stills looks at the cat. She guessed Jason was a human, since he hadn't shown her reason to think otherwise, therefore he probably didn't know about Shape Shifters.
 
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