Forever alone? ( Runaway RP) accepting

[Kipori]

( accepted . )

[Kipori]

(can start whenever)

[confliction]

That night was cold. Really cold. The wind made it much worse. Alex shivered, pulling her black hoody closer around her. She rubbed her hands together over the fire in the tin canister. The old man beside her did the same. The homeless had to stay together during those cold nights. Sharing their warmth with each other. During the winter, it wasn't hard finding food. The problem was finding warm food. The supermarkets were stocked up with holiday food, and the charity groups handed out free food for the homeless once in a while, but it was hard to find anything warm. Full sets of matches were a treat, most times she had to make a small fire with a lighter she'd find in someone's trash. And usually, she stole her clothes from cheap places. They weren't missing it, anyway. They had lots more to sell. There was also another problem. Staying clean. From time to time, she'd sneak into people's houses when they went on trips. But that took a long time to plan. And some houses had security, like alarms and all that junk. So she'd just keep as clean as she could. Which was hard, for a homeless girl.

The man beside her was old. He wore a scraggly scarf that had obviously seen better days. His jacket was in even worse condition. He coughed into his hands, they were shaking. She decided she needed to find some food. Maybe she'd share with him. If she found enough. She used to more charitable, until the day she found out she was the one that people were shooting pitying looks towards. Yeah, that was the day she stopped giving her food to others, the day she kept everything for herself. Some people called her selfish, well to her, it was like an efficient way to survive. She took off, thanking the man for sharing the fire, and went to find some food. Any food.

[Kipori]

( I'm guessing its winter... Sorry it has taken me so long I've had lots of homework)

Danny walked quickly down the street.He glanced over his shoulder every once and a while to be safe. He shivered as he walked, his thin sweater wasn't meant for this kind of weather. He muttered angrily as he walked, looking for a familiar street. He had gotten lost well running from the police. Looking around again before sighing. He sat down to catch his breath. He soon was up and walking again, he pulled his sweater tighter around his chest trying to stay warm as he walked.

[Elaire]

The wind howled around Poppy's ears, blowing her soft brown hair into her face. She walked briskly to the caged in walkway that went over the highway. The walkway hadn't been used in years since the state shut it down. Poppy nimbly climbed up the fencing they had put to cover the entrance and continued to crawl along the top of the wire tunnel until she reached what would be the top of the stairs. At that spot there was a small hole she had cut with a pair of wire clippers she had once stolen from someones garage, the clippers were returned long ago, since she believes you should never steal unless you need something and she no longer needed the clippers she put them back in their yard, however the hole was still there. She hopped down through the hole and into the birdcage (a term she used to affectionately describe to fence enclosed space), she went over to her pile of belongings near the center of the bridge. Her possessions include; several blankets (some of which she had stolen others she had taken with her when she first left home), a pair of gloves with holes in six of the fingers, three jackets (two were taken from donation boxes and the other, a nice tan cardigan she had brought with her from home), four bottoms (two were taken from donation boxes, one pair of shorts, and one pair of black leggings), a maroon beanie cap that she stole from a girls backpack who was distracted texting her friends or something, a black backpack, several packs of matches (these are easy to steal since most stores don't have any sort of security device for them), her knife, her locket and of course Demitri. The blankets and most of the extra clothes she leaves in the birdcage but she always keeps the beanie, the cardigan and the leggings in bag, she also keeps her knife on her side (or in her bag when she's in disguise), when she's climbing the tunnel or going in places you can't have dogs she puts Demitri in her bag as well, and lastly she never takes off her necklace, it was given to her when she was a baby by her mother and has a picture of her mother holding her and smiling when Poppy was around two. "In disguise" means when Poppy is wearing her "nice" clothes, she only wears these when she is shoplifting or going somewhere she doesn't want people to notice her, these clothes draw less attention then if she were wearing the tattered clothes that aren't even close to fitting her, like she does regularly. After Poppy left Demitri out of her bag she settled down in the pile of little belongings she had, by the way the temperature was dropping and the night coming earlier and earlier she knew she would have to pack up for winter again tomorrow. When winter comes Poppy has to pack up all of her belongings and move to where more homeless people were to get more warmth and stay out of the snow filled birdcage. As the sun started to drop below the horizon Poppy curled up in her blankets, pulled Demitri closer to her and drifted off to sleep.

[If you happen to be wondering whats with all the butterflies, just have your character meet her and ask.]

[Kipori]

Danny continued down the street. He stopped and looked around. He was still lost and had no idea where he was.He sat down and leaned his head back onto a fence. He began to drift off. He shook himself awake. Sighing he closed his eyes and started to fall asleep.

[confliction]

The streets downtown were rough. There were gangs, drug dealers, sometimes kidnappers. A girl like her had to stay focused and in the shadows. But not too deep in the shadows that she couldn't see her hands. She kept her hands in the pockets of her worn hoody, her right hand gripping the pocket knife she had sharpened several days ago. Alex had stolen it from a little boy who was twirling it around and had set it down to get something out of his backpack. He was rich, so she didn't care. The rich kid probably didn't care either. She was perfectly fine with stealing things, except when she stole from the poor. She liked to think of herself as Robin Hood, except as a girl. She took from the rich, sometimes gave to the poor. Sometimes. Usually, she'd keep things for herself, unless she was in a charitable mood. Which wasn't really often.

Alex decided that a trip to a random supermarket would supply her with enough food for maybe a week. Her supply at her hideout was running low, anyway. Combing a hand through her hair, she brushed off her hoody, wiped her face with her sleeve. She had to look like an average teenager in order to get away with stealing something. Her jeans were faded, but clean-looking enough. They had holes torn in them from when she had to climb a few fences and walls, but that was the ruggish style of teens. Around her wrist was a black hair tie she'd stolen from a little girl a while ago. She put her hair up, making herself look more sophisticated, more older looking. Once all that was finished and done with, she opened the door to the supermarket. It was a big one. She could already hear little children running around, asking to buy this and that. Parents were hurriedly shoving gifts into their carts for their kids, and the lines were pretty long in the checkout area. Sighing, she headed toward the canned food aisles. That's where most of her food came from.

[Elaire]

[Bumpeh]

[Elaire]

Papillion woke up as the sun just started to peak over the horizon. She knew she would have a full day in front of her trying to find a safe AND sheltered place to stay during the winter. She hastily packed up all of her belongings into her backpack and a trash bag and stood up to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything. When she was satisfied with her packing job of her meager belongings she put Demitri into the top of her backpack and climbed to the top of the tunnel. She crawled along the top until she was no longer over the street, then she tossed the trash bag to the ground below. The blankets and clothes inside made a soft thump as in hit the ground. She then continued down her regular route. Once Poppy had gotten to the bottom she retrieved the trash bag and started to walk towards the overpass that she thought at least a few other homeless people would be.