N-no... no, I'm scared...!

[relinquishing]

Who: A very young Guy Cecil and a bunch of scary strangers.
Where: Yutopil Apartments and the alleys near the plaza
When: Monday morning - afternoon
Style: I prefer [Action], but I'll match.
Status: Open

[It was such a blur. He remembered it being dark and loud. There was shouting. They were running, his arm being pulled just a little harder as a window shattered in one of the front rooms. A scream echoed from another part of the hall, and he felt the urge to do the same, quickly biting his lip in fear. The shuffle of feet. The slamming of a door. There were soldiers. So many soldiers.

He was frightened.

Mary had said something to him. That he needed to hide. That he needed to live. Why? Why was this happening? This was supposed to be a happy day, right? Why were the soldiers here to hurt them? Why did his sister have to look so sad?

Mary... M-Mary, come back... I-I'm scared...!

He'd ducked away, knees to his chest and lip quivering, still trying to keep his older sister in his sights. And then, as if he'd fallen down a hole in the back of his hiding place... he was somewhere new. Mary was gone. And he didn't like it one bit.]


[Residents of the lower floor of Yutopil might here a thumping crash from Apartment 1-5 early Monday morning, followed by a loud wail. That's because one little blonde boy has literally fallen out of his bed and hit the ground a bit too hard. Nothing to truly hurt him in the end, but... well, he is a bit of a coward, and the impact is enough to startle him to tears. What is this place?! Where is he? And now his head hurts and oh no, oh please, what is he going to do????

He will eventually wander from his strange quarters, although the outside world isn't very inviting. Every face is strange and hostile, and with what he's just seen and heard he can't help but flinch away. So don't be surprised if you come walking through the plaza and hear the sniffling sobs of a young child, not even a day past five, huddled in the alleyway behind a building, head buried against his knees or hands wringing at clothes of the finest quality (dusted with the clouded markings of soot). He may look like an animal caught frightened in a bright light. But for as much of a man as Mary wants him to be, a stranger is still a stranger, and strangers are still frightening.]


((OOC: All replies will be coming from heirofhod.))

Comments

[heirofhod]

Th--

[He hiccups a bit, looking as if he's about to cry regardless of the good news. Fingers fist into the blanket in his hands, before he finally gives a shaky nod, wiping his covered wrist against his eyes.]

T-Thank you--! Thank you s-sososo much, miss Colette...

[He toddles out from behind his protective barrier of the front door, pausing with a hum as he considers an important option. Ummm, better to leave the door open?

Okay, that looks good. His lips press together, and he turns back to the girl with his eyes at the ground.]

I... I dun have nothing to give you, b-but... i-if we find Mary, m-maybe she c-can get you something!

[chosencheer]

[No no, don't cry! H-he's not? Thank goodness...]

It's no bother, um....mister Gailardia. [That felt a little weird, calling him that. But if she was just going to call him Gailardia, he should just call her Colette.] You can just call me Colette if that's okay with you.

[What? She shakes her head, lifting her arms and waving them in front of her.] Oh no! You don't have to give me anything! I just want to help you find your sister.

[heirofhod]

But I want to! Cause you're helping, a-and Mary says it's important to thank people that are gonna help you. [There was some really important reason, but sometimes he paid attention and sometimes he didn't. Sometimes he just cried when he was confused and it made her upset at him. But if it was something important, he at least remembered the "what", if not the "why".]

And ummm.. okay. Okay, I'll call you Colette. You can just call me Guy. T's easier. It's what my sister calls me sometimes.

[chosencheer]

[She doesn't want anything thing though...But if that was the only choice...]

Then...why don't we be friends instead? That'd mean more to me than anything else would.

Is that okay with you, Guy? [Please say it is, she really doesn't want any Gald or something like that.]

[heirofhod]

[Not that Guy had any Gald on him to begin with, but he looks satisfied enough with Colette's answer. He nods briskly.]

Mmhmm! That's okay with me. And if you're my friend, maybe you can come with Mary and me, and we can go to the circus someday.

But, um... [He stands high on his tip-toes to peek his way around the other girl and try to look farther down the apartment hall.] --We gotta find her first and make sure that she's okay. Um... p-please.

[chosencheer]

[The circus? That sounds like it'd be fun! Even if she's not quite sure what it is...

She nods.]

Yeah. Let's go find her then!