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@alonecour Continued From (X)
To say she was surprised by Murphy’s actions was an understatement. Her lips were slightly chapped from the cold and okay, sure...her and Murphy had gotten closer. Yes, she cared if he survived, but that was because they were friends? When he pulled away, her eyes were wide, “Shit.” She said with him as he did. “Why did you do that?”
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‹ ALMOST DONE, C'MON you can do it -- › The words was spoken to himself for his own benefit, hoping he could push through the fatigue. His body trembled from over-exertion, but he could not stop now. If he did not finish this job on time, he won't get paid and all of this effort would be for nothing. Too bad he looked like he was on the verge of passing out.
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‹ Watch out! › His cry was drowned out by the screech of tires on pavement, body throwing itself forward with hands stretched out. He never understood why people would drink and drive, but it wasn't like he could just stand by and watch. Knocking the other out of the way, the street rat winced as he waited for impact. Will it be by the ground as he narrowly escaping with his life or by the oncoming car?
RAVEN WAS A lot more smoother than he may seem. When you have been a street rat for a long as he has, you tend to quickly pick up some new tricks here and there. Unlike a lot of the homeless people he knew, he tried to avoid resorting to theft unless he absolutely had to. More often than not he could score a labor job here and there, ration out his money so they lasted him for quite some time, while saving enough to travel to the next city over when the time called for it.
Basically, he did very well as a simple street rat with almost nothing to his name. It was a life he had chosen for himself, and even though it had its obvious struggles, he was okay with it. To him, this was a lot better than whatever he had before he ran away all those years ago. Once you get the hang of things, the constant hunger barely bothered him, and he got by relatively fine.
Despite it all, however, there was something he often struggled with: hygiene. For the obvious reasons, he had no access to showers or the laundry, but he liked to stay as clean as possible. Usually he just washed up the best he could over water fountains, or when he was hired by someone and they let him use the shower. On the very rare occasions, such as this one, he would break into people's homes to throw his clothes in the wash and use their bathroom to clean up.
He did not take anything. He was just in and out. Raven did not like to linger too long, not wanting to deal with the cops being called on him. But he stayed a lot longer than he had originally intended to. His back was sore, his body ached from sleeping on the cold, hard floor--and the hot stream of water against his back felt so good. Relishing in the momentary relief, he did not hear that the owner of the abode had returned--
--unless someone else was breaking in.
It has been a long time since he has been here. In truth, he never thought he would be back. Raven did not typically visit towns he has been in before, in fear that someone would recognize him from one of his rampages as Jet. Though they were not entirely his fault, Raven could not help but feel guilty about the terrible things his other self was capable of doing. More often than not, that is the reason why he always had a nomadic life, street rat or not.
But he had to take a detour and he ended up here again. Everything was the same, just the way he had left it. Some places he used to frequent closed down, but it maintained the same atmosphere he was all too familiar with; and that was not exactly a good thing. But it was a good balance of the two.
Shoving his hands into his pockets, Raven started forward once more. However, a familiar passing face had caught his attention and he whirled around, eyes widened in surprise: " Cal? "
When was the last time he was let out to play? A couple weeks, wasn't it? It was getting harder and harder for him to claw his way to the surface, but he had managed it. Today, Raven was not Raven. Today, he was Jet. His alter ego seemed to have won out today, and the usual docile youth was locked away into the recess of his own mind.
" Hm, hm, hm ~ What to do today, na? " Humming to himself, Jet skipped along the sidewalk, eyes focusing on the ground with an overly-sweet smile on his lips. However, when his shoulders collided into someone else's, a heavy frown touched his lips. " Oi, how about you watch it, kid? Unless you wanna get hurt or something. "
Oh crap. He was going to get into trouble for that one, wasn't he? Sighing, Raven lowered the wheelbarrow piled high with broken concrete, swiping a hand across a sweaty brow. He took on more than he could handle again, and not only did some of the debris fall, it happened to fall into a muddy puddle, splashing both him and the other walking past. His boss wasn't going to like that, will he? But he needed this job for one more week; one more week and he can move on.
" A--Ah! I'm terribly sorry about that... -- " Voice trailing out, he rubbed at the back of his head with a small, nervous laugh. " You're not hurt, are you? " He'd rather they be dirty than injured, after all.
