Lost With No Hope [Open]

[Phoebe Knight]

She can not believe she got lost. It was her fault though, She never ventured anywhere in Death City without Kendall or Beck. But she promised Kendall she could go by herself to pick up the groceries.

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"Are you sure, Fi?" Kendall's voice drifted from the living room. It was obviously tinted with worry, but Phoebe ignored it.
She gave a small nod along with a smile "I'm sure. I think I've lived here long enough to find my way."
Even though he couldn't help it, he wanted to give his little sister freedom. She was growing up into a lady. Kendall nodded, as he slid Phoebe a slip of paper. "It has my number on it, in case you get lost."

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Lost in her own little world, the small girl forgot to check where she was going. She somehow found her way to the market, but after that she couldn't find her way home. Thirty minutes or so later, she found her self coming across unfamiliar terrain in the huge city. In her defense, the city was huge and ordinary. It was huge, and oddly shaped that had many hidden places.

She was always doing this; spacing out and never knowing what's going on. The small girl weaved past an alley to find herself at a green park. It was nice to see green, but she wasn't in the mood to rejoice about it. Phoebe wished she could just turn into a dove and fly to her home, but since she hasn't talked to Lord Death yet about her being a magic animal, people will assume she was a witch. And who knows what they might do to her. There was nowhere she could transform, everybody was out and about on this perfect weather. Pheo rested on a bench, placing what little she had of groceries beside her. Everything was perfect today. A bright blue sky, with a cool breeze. It all seemed was so beautiful, and Phoebe was having so much trouble. It seemed everything was mocking her, especially that sun. The strawberry blond girl buried her face into her hands and started to cry. She was such a hopeless case.

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Word Count: 363
Notes: la la la~
Music: Good Day Sunshine-The Beatles

[Blackspeak]

Blackspeak let out a very wide yawn as he walked through the park. People whispered and stared at the dangerous looking man. Of course the rumors of him being a gangster would have spread to the residential district. He wore a white t-shirt with Lord Death’s face on it. His hands were in his pockets and his shoulders were hunched over as he walked. He really needed more smokes, but the money he just received for his most recent job would have to go to his over due rent. He had done another all night job, but he didn’t mind not sleeping for a while. His golden brown eyes shifted to the right when he saw some movement in the corner of his eye.

“Mindy! I’ve been looking for you every where.” He said seeing the cat. Mindy was technically his pet cat, but she was once a stray and liked to sneak out a lot. He really loved strays, especially cats, but puppies were cool with him too. He walked over the cat and scooped her up in his long arms. She was a little rough looking with no tail, but her coat was a beautiful jet-black color like his hair. Mindy had been the first stray he and now deceased partner had captured, so the old cat was very precious to him.

Suddenly something spooked the black cat and she jumped from his arms. “Hey,” He said chasing after the frightened cat. No way he was going to loose her now. He chased her around and through alleys until they came right back to the park. The cat ran straight for a young girl who sat on a park bench. “Watch ou-“ To late. Mindy had knocked into the girl’s shopping bag, spilling it on the ground and ran off.

Blackspeak stopped and, with a sigh, ran his long fingers through his shoulder length hair. “Sorry about that. Mindy can be a hand full some times.” He said beginning to pick up the fallen items. He hopped nothing was damaged because right now, he didn’t have the money to pay for damaged produce.

Words: 355
Mood: Sleepy; Irritated; Apologetic
Other: I hope you don't mind me joining you