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 Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 10:30 am
The young man tugged at the collar of his jacket, stuffing the scarf that had come lose back under the outer garment. Though he was no stranger to cold weather, being so bundled up was still so foreign to him. He missed the freedom of his arms and not feeling like he was choking. But it was cold out. He would have to deal until Spring.
On the plus side, all this padding made his friend Hunter's punches less hurtful. Unless she decided to jump on his back and try to strip him of his jacket like she had done once before with his hoodie, making him brave a storm in nothing but his sleeveless shirt. He had been shivering for days after that, even catching a cold the day after. Determined to visit the woman in the hospital every day until she woke up, he had stayed in bed and kept as warm as possible so the cold was gone quicker.
Now he was back out in the coldness, feeling bored sitting at home. The youth was leaning against the wall of the building behind him, hiding somewhat in the shadows of an alley. One sneaker was pressed flat against the bricks, the other on the ground, with his hands in his pockets for warmth. Isiah's brown eyes scanned the many crowds of people passing by, locking around certain things about their appearance or way of walking or general demeanor for later use. It was a good thing he had a good memory for this stuff. He had left his notebook at home, deciding instead to just take his skateboard along with him.
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 11:33 am
The cold chill invigorated the tall young woman. Used to the icy weather of Montana, the teen preferred winter mornings and usually ran around in little more than a shirt and her sleeveless jacket she loved. Today, however, was a different story. Clad in a heavy beaten-up windbreaker and a few torn up layers of skirts, she wandered the alleys with a stooped posture looking for nick-knacks and other items of interest. After gathering a bundle of cables and discarded wires from the nearby computer store she stowed them away in a backpack before passing by an alley that should have been empty around this time of day.
But it wasn't...
Malis grinned as she saw the boy sitting against the wall. She had seen him before in other guises and watched as he took notes and the like. This time it seemed like he did not have his usual notepad and she was curious. Sauntering a little closer she slid down near by on the opposing wall and nodded towards the sketch book. "So whatcha got there? Anythin' good?" She grinned a friendly smile, her bright pale eyes looking a little odd against darker skin. "I'm Malis, who ya be?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 12:43 pm
Isiah had been watching a couple of teenagers talking to each other in frenzied movements with a small smile on his face when the voice spoke to his side. Not expecting there to be anyone near him, he jumped, letting out a little yell as the sketchbook he forgot was under one arm started to fall towards the wet ground at his feet. Catching it in one hand inches from the pavement at his feet, he took a few moments to check it over for marks or water. It was clean. His jacket hadn't collected a lot of moisture, if any, from the day. He sighed. Good. That sketchbook contained his college homework.
Realizing he was in an odd posture of being half doubled over, he quickly straightened back up, sliding the sketchbook back under an arm. Had he been anymore the punk boy he always appeared to be, he would have been deeply shamed by himself for the reaction. As it were, he was not. Just relieved the book hadn't landed on the ground.
"You came out of the shadows...." Isiah commented, not noticing he was holding his chest as his heart slowed down. Perhaps he was still jumpy after all that had been going on with the enemy. Yeah. That was it. She really never surprised him on her own. Of course not.
The young man scrunched up his nose at the name. That sounded foreign. Not one he was familiar with, but when did Isiah ever pay attention to geography in school.
"Isiah," he answered, offering her a friendly smile. He moved the sketchbook out from under his arm. "Depends on your definition, I guess. This is just my homework sketches for college. They vary, depending on the theme I have to follow." Eying her a moment, his eyes full of a curious glint, he added, "What are you doing?" She was dressed raggedy, but not in the way he was more used to seeing people on the streets look like. She didn't smell like them, at any rate. That made his curiosity flare.
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 2:44 pm
"Same thin' as ya." Malis leaned back and eyed the teens across the way with a long stare. "I think they are arguing over a girl. It's usually t' case wit' them. Last week it was about a blond... Wonder if it's t' same blond?" She turned back with that same grin and looked him up and down. "Now ya'self have been around here a few times. What do ya think they be arguin' about?" Without missing a beat she pushed herself away from the wall and plopped herself down next to him to peer over his shoulder at the sketch book partially hidden under his arm. "See, ya seem t' observant type. I bet ya haven't seen me around before but I've seen ya." Her grin grew wider, eyes full of merriment.
Picking off an imaginary thread from her sleeve, Malis chuckled as she watched him, curious to see what his reactions would be. She had often seen him in the corner of her eye, usually when she was pan handling. After toying with the idea to show up in her normal garb she decided it'd be better to stick in her guise for the mean time. The teen couldn't remember where else she had sen him around though he looked young enough to still be in highschool the mentioning of homework placed him in college. Pitty that, the teen though to herself, it'd make it harder to meet up with him later in a more 'normal' circumstance.
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 6:11 pm
The blond's eyes went back to the teenagers, studying them a moment. Malis' understanding of what was going on impressed him. Though he sometimes encountered the same people, he didn't stay at the same spot constantly. He had his corners or alleys stationed throughout the city, to shake things up every now and then. Encounter some different people. The same ones did have their appeal. Being human, Isiah couldn't resist being nosy about the goings on of strangers.
A blond, huh? Teenagers were silly. He wasn't quite out of the age range himself to be saying that, but they really were.
Eyes still on the boys, Isiah tilted his head slightly. "Is it always a new girl with them?" he asked, looking back at Malis. "Ah, judging by how heated the discussion looks, it seems likely."
The blond took another good look of the young woman, trying to place her in his mind. His brown eyes were always on the streets, not on anyone hiding in the shadows with him. With how she'd sneaked up to him, he could only assume she was really good at hiding.
Or just really good at changing disguises.
"I don't believe I have, no, sorry. At least not in this current getup. My eyes are kept on the sidewalk people." As if he needed to emphasis, he used two fingers to point at his eyes and the street away from her.
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