Gracie.
what if i fall
along the way
would you be there
to ease the pain.
Gracie ignored the obnoxious boys; She had no interest in them what so ever. RIght now, she was focused on getting something to eat, and making sure her friends were safe. She was also beginning to feel weird, being around normal kids. But it may have just been the smell of the drugs that was messing with her head.
Rogue.
Shadows...
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IC: One of the boys grabbed for Rogue, but she darted aside stuck out her leg as he stepped forward and the burly kid faceplanted. His stoned friends hooted with laughter, aside from the one sober teen still gazing at them in fascination.
Jessie.
You don't know me.
Different. That's all she felt - different. Jessie's dark brown sidebangs were brushed out of her eyes as she gazed intently at the three tall, animal-like, eerily beautiful teenagers that had walked in on them out of nowhere. If she could have, she would have laughed at Derek as the white-haired girl made a fool of him. But she didn't. Her green-hazel eyes were troubled and amazed and curious as she stepped cautiously forward, trying not to show aggression.
[size=25pt]MILES.[/size]
[size=6pt] time to lay claim to the evidence
fingerprints sold me out
but our footprints washed away
from the docks downtown[/size]
He saw her out of the corner of his eye, a small girl that hovered by the edge of the group, watching them like they were specimens in a jar. He wondered what she would have done if she had them in her hands--would she break them apart and put them together again, or would she just set them down and look and look? Miles did not know, and could not tell for sure, but there was just something about her that deeply unsettled him. He was feeling disturbed, yet he could not identify that he was. He had no words for it, and thus came to be scared of it. Disturbance. She was like that black speck on the line of the horizon, the very speck he had flown to put a whole forest in between them, but he knew it was still there, to the west.
"What?" he said, and he looked straight at her as he said this, his chin raised and his green eyes flashing. He would have flared his wings too, if they hadn't been trapped underneath his jacket.
Jessie.
You don't know me.
She said nothing. She didn't want be intrusive, but she held the boy's gaze and continued to study him curiously. She took another step forward, her knee-length converse boots making no noise against the sidewalk pavement. She was different looking, she knew that - dark - almost black - brown hair cut in a scene style with the shorter layers spiked, blood-red extensions falling over her shoulders. She didn't wear much make-up, but what she did wear made her look a lot like Amy Lee of Evanescence. Her black hoodie had tacos printed on the inside fabric of her pockets, and the green character on the shoulder of it had an insane look to its face - GIR. Her sidebangs fell in her eyes as she watched the boy and who she figured must be his girlfriends.
[size=25pt]MILES.[/size]
[size=6pt] time to lay claim to the evidence
fingerprints sold me out
but our footprints washed away
from the docks downtown[/size]
His upper lip curled back in a half-snarl, and his eyes seemed to glow in the darkness. "What do you want?" His voice carried through the air like crackled radio static, the trademark low baritone of a boy who had just graduated puberty.
Jessie.
You don't know me.
She opened her mouth to speak but didn't get the chance. "Jess!" The voice belonged to a boy, just running out of the alley behind them. He, too, was sober, and as he skidded to a stop he pushed himself in front of Jessie. She hadn't noticed until that moment how close she had gotten, unconsciously, to the boy and his girls.
"Tony, knock it off, it's okay." Her voice was quiet, like she never spoke loud, as she put her hand on the boy's shoulder and tugged him back. "He wasn't doing anything - it was me."
[size=25pt]MILES.[/size]
[size=6pt] time to lay claim to the evidence
fingerprints sold me out
but our footprints washed away
from the docks downtown[/size]
His nostrils flared and he drank in the new scent of natural musk and stale cigarette smoke. The boy smelled like Glasses, and the heady tinge of aftershave made him wish he had a can of Febreeze handy.
Without another word, Miles turned and walked towards the giant flickering M, the classic double yellow arch, and with his hands preoccupied in his pockets, he stopped a moment to look into Rogue's transparent eyes. In them, he held a question: should we wait for the others?
Rogue.
No... They'll find us, Rogue's eyes said as she shook her head faintly. She was caught staring at the two teenagers. The girl was obviously tough, but probably fragile - the boy looked almost like a movie star. His hair was curly, black and a little too long, curling out at the back of his neck and giving a mantle to a heavy golden chain holding a crucifix. His eyes were black. The girl, Jess, kept her hand on his shoulder as if she was holding him back. She was almost just as tall as he was, both about 5'7, the boy maybe being 5'8. Rogue turned back to Miles to follow him.
"Wait!..." the girl had pushed herself forward, but the boy, Tony, had his arm protectively across her middle so she couldn't follow. "Don't leave..."
OOC: these are real people xD lolz just thought that would be coolio.
[size=25pt]MILES.[/size]
[size=6pt] time to lay claim to the evidence
fingerprints sold me out
but our footprints washed away
from the docks downtown[/size]
He sighed, and it was a haze of white steam. "Okay. Let's go inside." He took Gracie's hand and towed her through the glass doors. Change of plan: they were going to place a direct order. They couldn't very well start sprouting wings when there were two lucid witnesses to be considered.
Rogue.
"What about them?" she hissed in Miles' ear as they entered the McDonalds. Glancing back, she could see the pair were still looking after them. The stoned kids had left, bored. She watched carefully out of the corner of her eye to see if the two would follow.
[size=25pt]MILES.[/size]
[size=6pt] time to lay claim to the evidence
fingerprints sold me out
but our footprints washed away
from the docks downtown[/size]
"We can mug them for money." He smiled crudely, but it did not reach his eyes; he looked tired under the harsh fluorescent lights, and the purple smudges beneath them became more pronounced. "No, we'll let them make the first move. If they seem hostile, we get out of here as fast as we can. We run for a while, and get back in the air after a mile or two."
By now they were at the register, and Miles turned up the wattage in his smile. The lines around his mouth smoothed. "Ten cheeseburgers, a liter bottle of Coke, three large-sized french fries, and two Big Whoppers."
The girl behind the desk seemed about ready to fall asleep against the wall. She had been cleaning her nails with a plastic butterknife when Miles had approached her, and now that she mustered the energy to actually look up at him, she dropped the knife and her mouth flew open. He quickly caught it in his hand and slid it over the Ketchup-stained counter.
"C-coming right up," she stuttered, her fingers fumbling on the keyboard.
Gracie.
Once Gracie had landed next to Miles, the girl had began to make her approach. She had seen a look pass through the girl's eyes- Confusion, wonder, curiosity. But never once did she looked fearful.
Grace had unconciously stepped closer to Miles once the boy had shown up, placing gimself between the sober girl and themselves. She had studied them with the same curiosity they had studied her, Miles, and Rogue.
She was slightly caught off guard when Miles had gently taken her hand, and walked with her inside. She hesitantly, unsure of how he would react, gave his hand a small sqeaze, reassuring him that they would be fine. She glanced at the menu briefly, before placing her own order.
"Umm, I'll have 12 double cheesburger meals, large sized, and a large cooke, and 3 grilled chicken snackwraps.". She watched, her eyes amused, as the bubbly-looking blonde girl punched in her's and Miles' orders, before turning to look at Rogue nervously.
Rogue.
Rogue chuckled at the effect he had on the girl. She could see why she reacted that way, but wasn't affected like that herself. She wondered if the girl, Jess, had had that same reaction, and had just been able to hide it. Nah, she thought, with the boy she was with, Rogue doubted Jess could be easily distracted, even by someone like Miles.
"Got anything raw?" she asked. The girl looked at her blankly and Rogue shook her head. "Guess not. Nine cheeseburger meals, then, three large root beers (in bottles if you have them) and five large fries. Nah, make it seven."
Jessie.
"C'mon, Jess, let's get out of here." Tony's voice barely registered in her brain, but she forced herself to move. "Alright."
[size=25pt]MILES.[/size]
[size=6pt] time to lay claim to the evidence
fingerprints sold me out
but our footprints washed away
from the docks downtown[/size]
"Your orders will be ready in five to ten minutes," she said. The poor girl seemed to have gone into robot waitress mode. "Please take a seat anywhere you like." She gestured to the empty plastic benches, crusted with leftover condiments and peppered with flakes of dried cheese. "And we have a jungle gym for children. You may be assured that we here at McDonald's have the safety of your children in our minds, and have designed a playground suitable for Ronald Donald fun and Ronald Donald safety." Then she smiled a smile that rivaled Miles' own.
"Will do," he replied, and when he walked towards the back wall, Gracie's hand held tightly in his, her smile seemed to falter. She looked disappointed. Manning the midnight shift, going solo, and this was the fruit of her labor. If Carlos and Mathew were here, they would've appreciated the eye-candy too.
Rogue.
She followed Miles and Gracie to the table, wishing their group had more males. Not that she was a flirt - no way - just that she got along better with guys, and she could hit them without seriously hurting them. Haha. Guys were her punching bags.
Jessie.
She was still in a daze as they walked home. She saw Tony's eyes flick toward the McDonald's where the three teenagers had disappeared to, and she wondered what he was thinking. She was curious - probably too curious - and before they had a chance to pass the glass doors, Jess slipped in, darting away from Tony as he tried to hold her back.
[size=25pt]MILES.[/size]
[size=6pt] time to lay claim to the evidence
fingerprints sold me out
but our footprints washed away
from the docks downtown[/size]
When they had made it far enough, Miles seemed to come back to himself and he gently dropped Gracie's hand. "So what's the plan? Where should we go? I know we escaped, but that doesn't guarantee we stay free." His eyes shifted over to the doors, where the scene kid from earlier was making her way inside. She set his teeth on edge; she was too different, too curious, and that meant danger.
Rogue.
"Change ourselves. Blend in. Change our appearances. We have to -" Rogue's eye caught the flicker of movement announcing the girl's arrival. The boy wasn't with her, or so she thought - a moment later he followed through the doors, trying to pull the girl back, but she shrugged him off. "I'll be right back."
Jessie.
Tony's hand wrapped around her arm, but she pulled out of his grip. She couldn't help it - she wanted to see them again. She saw, out of the corner of her eye, Tony's eyes fill with fear as the white-haired girl stood up and approached them. Her ghostly silver eyes raked through Jessie's, but she held her gaze. "What do you want with us?" the girl hissed. Her voice was soft, dangerous but silky. It was low for a girl's. "You work for them, don't you?" she asked.
Jessie blinked. "Who?" she asked. Her voice was almost as soft as the white-haired girl's, but not quite. "I'm only fourteen... I don't work for anyone yet." The girl's eyes changed a little, no more trusting but at the same time less mistrusting. She shot a look over her shoulder to the boy and his girlfriend.
Gracie.
what if i fall
along the way
would you be there
to ease the pain.
Gracie slid onto the plastic seat next to Miles, feeling slightly un-settled. She had a feeling the girl would try to follow them, and her fear was proven correct as Miles dropped her hand, and the scene girl walked into the McDonalds. She was looking for them, and as soon as she saw the three, Rogue stood and walked over to confront her.
While that was going on, Gracie was thinking. What would they do next. They would definately need to change their apperence, for safety reasons. They couldn't- - wouldn't chance running into a Whitecoat, and be recognized. She said nothing, onlt staring slightly into space, deep in thought.
Rogue.
Rogue gave Miles and Gracie a look over her shoulder as she stood in front of the girl and her guy friend. She was a full three inches taller than the girl and two inches taller than the boy. The girl looked up at Rogue through her side-bangs. Rogue gazed at her steadily, but after a minute she looked away. Curiosity, she thought, It's gonna kill you some day, kid. She sighed. "What's your name, kid?"
Jessie.
"Jessica." Tony's hand tightened around her arm when she said it, but Jessie ignored it. She didn't want Tony getting hurt, but she knew she could fend for herself. "I know what you're thinking. I'm not lying." Tony growled softly behind her, an animal noise he had picked up from her in the first place.
[size=25pt]MILES.[/size]
[size=6pt] time to lay claim to the evidence
fingerprints sold me out
but our footprints washed away
from the docks downtown[/size]
"Um, your order is ready." Miles rose up from his seat and passed the trio, Rogue, scene kid, and boyfriend, and quietly picked up the tray, which was piled high with cheeseburgers and fries.