Midnight Snack (Open)

The smell of fresh food wafted through the air, despite the fact the cafeteria had closed hours ago. The decadent scent reached all the way to the alley next to the school, where a hungry boy sat sleeping. Sullab slowly came awake to the smell of food, a luxury he hadn't had in several days. He go up and followed the scent to the side door of the school. I shouldn't be here. what if they catch me and lock me up? He debated in his mind whether or not to seek out the source of the delicious aroma. A pang of hunger made the decision for him. He quietly opened the door and slid inside the school.

Sullab makes his way into the dining area, looking for the source of the smell wafting through the hallways. His mind wandered, picturing a vast feast of any kind of food he could imagine. His heart stops when he hears someone calling to him. He looks over and sees a flaming-headed boy with bandages across his face. Oh no... He panics, thinking that hes about to be imprisoned or worse, when he hears the boy calling him over in an un-intimidating voice. The question e ask start to compute. "N-no, I was just, uh, looking around.." he stammers out, trying not to sound afraid or guilty. He walks over, nervously, unintentionally forgetting to mask his small limp. He notices, with some fright, the boy has the same color eyes as is hair. Peering past him into the kitchen, he notices on oven has been turned on, and a delicious-looking honey glazed ham sits inside. He catches himself staring, and steers his gaze back to the boy in front of him. "Is that y-yours?" he ask, hoping for an invitation to a sample.

Sullab looks down at the cupcakes, unsure what to say. He hadn't eaten since the nice guy gave him some bread, and he didn't want these to go to waste. He tears into them, eating as if they're going to be taken away. "T-thank you so much." he stutters out, finishing the last of the sweets. He looks up at the boy, no longer afraid of him. If he so freely offers up food, he can't be so bad a guy. He looks out the window at the smiling moon, content for the first time in many days. "S-so, you're a student here?" He ask, attempting to use light conversation to keep him from getting suspicious. A voice nags in the back of his head: Idiot. This guy will throw you in jail in a heartbeat if he knew who you were, why are you sitting here talking to him?

ooc: a line of @@@@ indicates a flashback

Sullab looks up at the boy, eyes wide. His leg. He had forgotten to hide it. Maybe he could brush it off? "Y-yeah, I uh, hit it on the corner of, uh, a table. Yeah..." He looks down at his leg, remembering how it actually got hurt...

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"Come on! Move it!"

His father yells at him, running from the jewelry store they had just robbed. Sullab quickens his pace, not wanting to upset his father. He hears the police cruiser behind them, sirens blaring. A voice comes over a megaphone: "This is the LAPD, stop and put your hands up!" Yeah, yeah, sure. They keep running.

Thats when it starts. First bullet hits a brick in front of his head, shattering it, and making his heart jump. The next hits a street sign to his left. "Father, maybe we s-should stop, they could really hurt us..."

"If you don't keep running, I swear you will wish the police had got you by the time im through with you!" his dad screams back at him, eyes bulging. That's when it happens. It doesn't register at first, just a quick flit of pain in his lower right leg. But the moment after, it feels like a truck has hit him. He screams, and collapses, blood oozing from beneath his jeans. His father turns back, with a look not of concern, but anger. "You useless son of a bitch! Get up right now or I swear..."

Sullab picks himself off the ground, leaning heavily on the wall, and hobbles after his dad, pain flashing through his leg,lighting it on fire. Fear pushes him forward, and he hobbles after his father into an alley and into the night.

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Snapping back to reality after his brief walk down memory lane (or perhaps, more accurately, The Boulevard of Broken Dreams) he looks back at the boy, and shakes his head quickly. "No, p-please, I'm fine thank y-you." He looks down at the table, avoiding the red boy's gaze.

The familiar feeling of dread creeps into Sullabs stomach as the boy questions his story, and redoubles itself when he begins to mess around with the blood. He panics, breath quickening, and unconsciously moves away from him. "No, i just hit it, I swear! Please don't use your blood magic on me!" He doesn't hear his words, sure he is about to be hurt, or worse. "Please, I didn't do anything wrong. I'm sorry!" He crumples to the floor, transforming into a bow to protect himself.

Sullab looks at the boy from his bow form. What is he going to do to me? It's only when he hears the boy begin to speak in a distressed tone that he begins to calm down. He sees the worry on the flaming headed kids face, and slowly comes out of bow form. He sits on the floor and looks at the worried boy across from him. "I'm s-sorry I got scared. I din't mean to make you worry." He makes a quick decision in his head. "My n-name is Sullab." He stands up, leaning on the column behind him, shakily extending his hand.

Sullab looks down at the large slice of ham, eyes disbelieving. The cupcakes had been nice, but this. This was incredible. He had never seen a slice of meat as big as this. At least not one meant for him. He looks up at the boy, eyes wide. "T-thank y-you." He stutters out, mind still working on believing the sight in front of him. A voice nags him in the back of his head. This is some kind of trick, run while you can. Fighting the urge to scram, he gently picks up the knife and fork. He had never been taught to use them, but now was as good a time as any to figure it out. He awkwardly grasp the tools and went to work on the pork. The meat melted in his mouth, the honey glazing mixing succulently with the ham. He had never tastes anything this warm, this fresh, this good in his life. He chows down, enjoying the warm meal.

ooc: sorry ive been gone away a few weeks but im back now

Sullab keeps eating the succulent ham, not judging it in the slightest. It would have been delicious if it was a week old and covered in flies. He briefly panics when Kennith reaches for his plate, but his fears are removed after he starts talking. "Its.. Its wonderful. T-Thank you so much. I can never repay you." He goes back to eating his slice, finishing it off. He wouldn't have to worry about food for at least a few days now. Good news. He looks at the boy across from him, and his mouth starts moving before his mind does. "So, your a student here at the Academy?" he ask. His feels a stone drop into his stomach when he realizes how suspicious he sounds, and silently hopes he doesn't notice.

Sullab was in trouble, and he knew it. Judging by the kids last question, he had figured out he wasn't part of the Academy. Maybe if he just played it cool, he could get himself out of this mess.

"Oh, uh, actually, I'm, uh, a s-student at the Academy." he lied through his teeth. Years living on the streets had given him a sense of when things were getting dangerous, and alarm bells were going off in his head. He quickly glanced around, looking for any possible exits in case the kid tried to attack him. His eyes rested on the nearby door leading back outside, and he shifted to spring towards it if the need arose.

OOC:

Upon Sullab's request, this thread has been revived from archives and the previous three posts have been removed. As GreyHearth has not been active on this thread for over a month and was unreachable after Sullab initially contacted me in regards to this thread, his post has essentially been removed from existence both IC and OOC. Users are to continue this RP from the post directly above mine onward. Should any further problems arise, they may be directed towards me.

No, this previous three posts cannot be revived as there is no way to do so through Forumotion's coding or options. They are dead, deleted, and removed from existence completely.

Now, if you please, carry on.

-Admin. Lani

Sullab looked at the table. He hadn't meant to hurt the guys feelings. He just didn't want o get caught. But now... Sulab sighed. He wasn't used to be on either side of the comforting equation, but now was a good enough time to learn.

"H-hey, it's ok. You didn't do anything w-wrong. It's alright." Well, there goes my promising career as a therapist. "I'm not very comfortable with m-most people, you didn't do anything wrong..."

'Uh..." He had never really been in this position before. But at least the guy was done interrogating him about his life at the Academy. Good news there. He keeps staring at his plate in front of him, wishing he would disappear as fast as the meat had.

(sorry. absolutly forgot about this thread. also, as its kinda gotten stale, im gonna make this post the last one. hope you understand)

Sullab was getting very uncomfortable. This was not how he had wanted this night to go at all. He needed to leave. Immediately.

He stood up quickly. "Sorry, I h-have to go.... do something. Y-yeah. Bye". He turned and nearly ran out of the room as fast as he could. Something in the back of his mind told him to stay and keep talking with the boy. He told that part of his mind to shut up.

He stepped through the door and back into the streets of Death City. He walked off into the gloomy night, casting no glances behind him.

(thanks for doing this thread with me. ciao)