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  • The girl stared at him eyes whide, as if she hadin't concidered he'd ask that.
    "Well why the hell else would you two -- looking as if you just got out of World War III -- be going around and entering people's sheds! It's just wacked up!!"


    Gregory exchanged a glance with Christophe.
    She seemed a bit loony.

  • "Maybe because we ran away from our homes because our parents were abusive." Mole lied, but since he always lied, it was pretty convincing.

  • The girl curled her lip in annoyance, unsure how to responde after that.
    "You two better get ready to leave soon. I don't run no hotel."


    She slipped to far corner of the shed away from them,
    Using a pocket knife to cut at some wood intently.
    Occasionally casting a glance to them.


    "Nice." Gregory said in a barely audible whisper to Christophe.

  • He slightly nodded, getting up. He shoved a hand in his bag and took out a few dollars. Handing it to the girl, he said, "Here. For sleeping here overnight."

  • The girl rose her head and looked up at Christophe from where she was sitting.
    The un-kempt girl reluctantly reached for the money and squirreled it away in her dress pockets.
    "A-- Are you heading out now?" She asked as Gregory stood to go over to the Mole.


    The girl, though she didin't whant to admit it, didin't whant to be alone.
    Even if she was afraid of having her money stollen -- she wanted to be with others.
    She was sick of being stuck here and fending for herself.

  • "We'll go if you want. No offense meant, but you seem to be needing of help. My friend and I here and help you with zat." Mole said.

  • Gregory whipped his head to sharply look at Christophe,
    His eyes read Have you lost your mind?!


    "Do you mean I could come with you?!"
    The girl jumped to her feet, grabbing the Mole with a big smile.
    This chick was deffinatly over expressive with her emotions -- angry, sad or happy.
    It was almost dangerous. She was like a ticking bomb.

  • "It depends. Can we trust you with our lives?" Mole stared into her eyes, expressionless. He was handling her like all the people who came for his help on a mission. "Brit," He said, not wanting to reveal Greg's name, "Do you like this plan?"

  • Gregory frowned, looking back at the expectant girl.
    He was almost afraid to see what she would do if she was not accepted.
    "I.... I suppose it couldin't hurt." He sighed, rubbing his head.


    "OH! THANK YOU!"
    The girl nearly toppled the Mole over in a huge hug.

  • He pushed her away. "Well, if you are going to stay with us, you have to stop being so clingy. Have one of these." He pulled out a cig, hoping it would calm her.

  • The girl looked down at it and grimaced,
    "Eww. No thanks."
    She skipped off to grab a few belongings and search for her money.


    "I have a feeling we just dug our graves, Mole...." Gregory sighed.

  • "Maybe. Or maybe we could make a run for it. It would be that hard..." Mole said, quietly, not wanting the girl to overhear him.

  • "I'm back!" She hopped over again before Greg could reply.
    She had wrapped up her few belongings in a cheap blanket.


    "By the way, I don't think I caught your names?"
    She tilted her head and looked at the boys.

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  • [sub] Gregory gave a look of uncertaincy when the girl spoke again.
    "By the way, I don't think I caught your names?"
    She tilted her head and looked at the boys, then stopped herself
    "Wait! I whant to thank you two for letting me come with you."


    She dug in her pockets and handed them all her money.
    It wasin't much but it was enough.
    "You guys are real life savors." She smiled.

  • Mole nodded. It was worth it to keep her. He shot a look to Greg saying to use a codename.
    "The name's Mole." He said.

  • Gregory froze, he had no idea what to call himself. He shot the Mole a glance.
    "Mole? That's a really odd name." The girl frowned, tilting her head.

  • "My maza gave me the name as an insult." He explained as a lie. "She always said I was a mole that she could never get rid of." He looked over to Greg. Make it up! his eyes screamed.


  • The girl shut-up, eyes whide and unsure what to say.
    Gregory held his breath, completely lost and unsure of what to say.
    He was never good at making up lies on the spot.
    He hoped Mole would back him up.


    The girl noticed him freeze up,
    "He seems very shy."

  • "Yea. He never had a name. He doesn't like talking to people he never met before because he's afraid they will be as bad as his parents. I usually call him Brit." He said, happy with his handiwork.