In the aftermath of it all [Open]

[FLYNN YOUNG]

It had been a nice day off, spending most of it doing some tidying and preparing a lovely summer salad for an early supper was the perfect way to end the day. Flynn was in her apartment and knew that there was only one thing that she hadn't done in her cleaning spree and that was clean up herself. The thought of a shower made her smile to herself and she walked through the little one bedroom apartment towards the bathroom, stripped out of her clothes and throwing them in the laundry bin near the door, then turning on the water and stepping into the shower.

In the shower the water ran over her face, her eyes shut and letting the water just hit her skin and roll down off her. She wiped her eyes with her fingers and then turned her back to the water. Without her clothes, the wings that were neatly folded against her back were able to move a little. She couldn't stretch them out without them moving the shower curtain and it would be an awkward fit, so she never bothered. But the water did drip down over her feathers and with a little shiver the water fell from the tips of her feathers and hit the backs of her heels.

After lathering up and cleaning her hair and body which took a good fifteen minutes, Flynn turned the water off and drew back the shower curtain. When she stepped out she reached for a towel and began to dry her hair with it, shaking her head and rubbing it with the towel while the water that was still on the rest of her body began to pool around her feet. When she was certain her hair wouldn't be dripping any longer she reached for her bathrobe and wrapped it carefully around her shoulders, making sure not to ruffle up her feathers at all.

The female headed for her bedroom with just the bathrobe on and began to move through her drawers for some clothes, finding a pair of airy pajama pants and a spaghetti strapped tank. It was nice and stretchy and easy to pull down far enough in the back so that she would be able to let her wings out to breath for a little while. Once she was dressed she decided to put the bathrobe back on however, and headed towards the balcony.

Flynn lived on the top floor of the Cedar St. Apartments so she didn't have to worry about neighbors stomping around above her, and she was sure her neighbors below loved her. "You like a little mouse. We never hear you!" The people below would tell her whenever they shared an elevator together. She hardly made a sound when she walked around in her apartment.

When she got out onto the balcony, there was a book waiting for her already on the ledge. Romeo and Juliet. It was a Shakespearean play and although she didn't have any in her own life, she was such a softy when it came to romance. How she loved the romance novels and hoped that one day she could be swept off her feet as well! She had a little round table and two chairs on her balcony but she chose to sit on the ledge instead. It was sturdy and made of concrete so she was confident that she didn't have to worry about falling over. And although she knew she wouldn't fall to her death as long as she could get her robe off, the thought of flying off in plain sight was horrific. If someone saw her it could end up bad.

The avisaille sat there with her book, reading about star crossed lovers and how they defied their families for the sake of their love, only to be united in death at the end because of misconceptions. It was a sad tragedy, but one she read over and over again. She was a hopeless romantic.

While Flynn sat there on the ledge reading, day slowly began to fade into night and the words in the book became difficult to read without the proper lighting. She moved towards the glass door and reached her hand inside, feeling against the wall before her fingers touched a switch and she flipped it up. The lights on the balcony lit up, filling the little space with man made light and she was able to get back to her reading. Where was I? "Queen Mab." She said to herself out loud and a little smile crossed her lips. Maybe just another section, and then she could chance a night flight. Or maybe just another page.. or maybe after that scene..

[AUGUST WITT]

As night fell upon the city of Scriptor Bay, the creatures that roam in the dark woke up to play. Such was the case for August Witt. The lone grotesque woke in his apartment, ready for the night ahead. He had no particular plans in mind, but knew he would be going out.

First thing he did was roam to his refrigerator which was embarrassingly empty. He certainly lived the life of a bachelor, no doubt about that. His liquor cabinet was overflowing with everything from cheap booze to finer bottles costing hundreds of dollars. Women were impressed by his collection, which was more reason to have it in the first place. The cab company knew him by name, since he always called a cab for his young escorts when the evening was over. Sometimes it was difficult being a man that turned to stone in the daylight.

He had no intention of picking anyone up that night, though. He simply wanted to go out, and it looked like grabbing some food would be the first stop. He got dressed, taking great care to make sure his soft brown hair lay exactly the way he wanted to. He moved to his closet and picked out one of his starched, pressed shirts and pulled it out, sliding it over his shoulders and buttoning it. Next came the creased pants which his shirt was snugly tucked into. A belt, shined shoes and a splash of cologne later and he was set to head out for the night.

August looked himself over in the mirror, making faces at himself before giving a little laugh. He never grew tired of his own reflection. August was truly inspired by himself and narcissistic to say the least. After another once over he made his way out of his current apartment and made his way towards the elevator. Once in he traveled to the lobby and moved to the mailbox, pulling it open to see if he'd gotten anything good in the mail. Bills. Nothing but bills, and a charity asking for money. He hated getting the charity letters most. He always gave because it looked good, but that was it. Then the organization would send him little mailing labels with cartoon frogs or poorly drawn children playing. Why did they waste the money he just sent on those stupid labels he would never fathom using? What a waste. A true, disgusting, waste.

He tsked in disgust and shoved the mail back into his little metal mailbox, disappointed with having stopped there at all before heading out. He turned to one of his neighbors and rolled his eyes. "Bills." He said with a little scoff and then smirk. After he nodded and then headed towards the door to the street. Maybe he would eat locally? Or he could take the train towards a better side of town...

[FLYNN YOUNG]

O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes
In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
On the fore-finger of an alderman,

Flynn read on peacefully on her balcony by the harsh lighting until it became unbearable to read any more from her Shakespearean book. She took her bookmark and placed it gently between the pages and then shut the book and leaving it on the edge of the balcony. She loved reading, but when it was too difficult without better lighting and she wasn't ready to go inside just yet. She wanted to take to the air tonight if the night would permit it. She knew better than to go out during the day unless it was on Megsy Isle and only in the winter when the roads were blocked off.

Unfortunately it wasn't winter yet and she had to take her chances at night. The city was always illuminated at night with the street lamps and buildings with their fluorescent lights beaming up on their infrastructures to make people aware that even though it is dark, the building still remains there and guarded. There was some good that came from the city being so lit up at night; The lights made it impossible to see the stars up in the sky. They made it difficult to see anything in the sky except for the bright moon that shone, unless you were away from the lights and in the woods.

Knowing that she would be concealed by the street lamps' luminous glow to dull the other sights of the night, she shrugged her shoulders gently to cause the loosely wrapped robe to slide off and crumble into a heap by her ankles. She was about to let her wings unfold until she realized that if for any reason she couldn't fly back she would need something to conceal them. So she headed back inside for just enough time to make her way to her coat closet and pull out a grey wool coat that she knew was heavy enough to contain them just enough to barely get away with it to not look like an abnormal hump on her back.

With this new coat in her hands she went back out onto her balcony and climbed up onto the ledge, the concrete chilly on her bare feet. Her wings spread out widely, extending almost the full length of the balcony with feathers that were both black and white near her shoulder blades and the feathers near the end of her wings a metallic greenish blue. Flynn shut her eyes and stood there for a moment breathing in the crisp night air and allowing the breeze to ripple through her feathers before she began to slowly lean her body forward towards nothing but air below her.

The coat was tightly pressed against her chest in her folded arms as she leaned forward until her feet could not balance her on the ledge any longer and she was forced into the air, beginning to nose dive downwards before her wings caught her and her body jerked up. Her eyes opened and she felt her muscles that moved through her back and shoulder blades into her wings beginning to work to keep her in the air. She straightened her body out along with her wings and was able to sail through the air with ease, sure to stay high enough over the city so she wouldn't be sighted.

At first, it was a feeling of total bliss as she glided above the city and looking down at the cars and buildings below her. But her bliss took a quick turn and became dread, then horror. She felt her muscles beginning to burn, cramping up and becoming tense. It had happened to her before and she knew what was happening. Because she bound her wings so tight to her body and not using them or stretching them out, her wings would grow weak and have difficulties. She didn't realize it had been so long and as her wings began to lock up and try to flap in jagged, rough motions she knew she was going down.

Flynn wasn't sure how she did it. Although her journey back to the ground was only a matter of seconds it felt like an eternity. Her wings would flap and then give way, causing her to slow down and then speed up again. She had been fortunate enough to slow herself down to the point that she wouldn't have a fatal impact, but it was still painful. She managed to veer her way towards an alley to the side of an apartment complex and fell straight into a pile of garbage and metal trash cans which clanged loudly.

The female laid in the filth, feeling a shooting pain going through her foot and soon realized she probably twisted her ankle. Luckily she still had her coat but noticed a few of her feathers were ruffled up in a way that she knew she wouldn't be able to fly until she mended them. The disappointment was clear on her face when she noticed she wasn't alone in that alley. She let out a gasp when she saw the other figure staring at her with a big, toothless grin.

"Ye's a purrty li'l thin' ain'cha?" The homeless man said to her. He was covered in dirty rags and smelled of a mixture of urine and alcohol. He was obviously sitting in his own filth, and the brown bag in his hand clearly must have been liquor.

Flynn realized the dirty man was probably too drunk and it was too dark for him to see that she was different. She quickly wrapped her coat around her shoulders and slipped her arms through, buttoning it tightly against her body to conceal her wings and to warm her from the cool of the night.

Slowly, she got up from the pile of trash and realized her ankle was not in such good shape. She put too much pressure on it when she fell, and now she had to hop her way out of the alley, careful to avoid the broken shards of glass that seemed to make up the alley's ground. She let out a soft whimper of pain, wishing she had taken the time to grab a pair of shoes. When she reached the opening of the alley she looked around and wondered just how she was going to get back home without being seen.

[AUGUST WITT]

The man tugged at the lapel of his shirt and straightened it, doing his best to make himself seem more presentable than he already was, which would be difficult considering he had taken great care to dress nicely as he always did. August took a deep breath of fresh air into his lungs as he left the apartment complex, as if trying to stir up some dust that had settled within while he was in his stone form, and then slowly exhaled, deflating his lungs until nothing was left. He then took a satisfied breath, grinning and nodding at a young couple that walked by as if he knew them, when he hadn't. Always make a good impression with those around you, you never know when you'll need their vote.

August strode down the sidewalk, his mind buzzing with the prospect of an evening out. He had no official plans which meant he could do anything he wanted. Maybe he would go visit his parents later in the day. It had been a week or so since his father had spoken to him about what was going on in City Hall. Somehow his father always knew the going ons of the building whose rooftop he called home. August always admired that quality in his father.

He smiled at a gentleman walking by who grimaced in return. August curled his lip into a sneer after, glowering lightly over his shoulder at the rudeness of his fellow citizens. Some of the city's inhabitants were just plain, down right rude. He always kept his eyes open, though, and made eye contact with everyone he passed, always offering a friendly smile in greeting. It was good for people to see him that way. Perhaps his face would stick and one day when it mattered, people would see him and be reminded of a friendly man who always went out of his way to smile at others. It was good PR for himself, or so his father told him.

As he continued on his path to nowhere in particular, he moved past an alley that made him stop in his tracks. Normally he didn't look down the dank spots between buildings, but today he did and what he saw startled him. A young woman in a long coat, barefoot and limping. It was an odd sight indeed, one he didn't normally come across. His very first instinct was to move on, not caring an awful lot for the woman or whatever predicament had brought her to this very strange, awkward situation, but he knew he could play hero so instead he stepped towards her.

"Goodness, are you alright?" He asked in the most concerned voice he could muster at the moment, his eyes laced with the emotion he wished to impose. August extended his hand towards her. "Do you need to use my phone, or perhaps I could call you a cab?" He asked, havign every intention to use this as a political move. August Witt; Hero. It was all he could do not to smile.

[FLYNN YOUNG]

Flynn was feeling quite foolish, thinking that it would be a good idea to go flying in the middle of the night and over the city of all places! It would have been different if she was on Megsy Isle at night, and her landing might have been a little easier also. Although the feathers of her wings were rustled and probably becoming more bent under the coat because she didn't take more time to think the flight through, she was almost positive that they were going to be in even worse shape by the time she got home.

She thought about retracting back into the alley and maybe looking for a ladder that could possibly get her up onto one of the rooftops so that she could be out of sight and harm and maybe come up with a way to call someone to get her or even roof hop until she got to her own complex. She'd done it before, but she hadn't been stepping on glass barefoot. She heard the man's voice and then her eyes glanced around nervously until they landed on the person who was talking to her. She looked at him for just a moment before her eyes looked down to the ground, almost as if she were shy.

"No, thank you. I'm fine." Flynn said just over a whisper and knew she probably looked like a mess.

When the man extended his hand her eyes looked up again to meet his, her eyes bright and large even though she was injured her eyes always held a softness to them. "I just want to go home." She said and started to back away but then hesitated, remembering there was a homeless man back there and she would rather take her chances with this man instead of the bum. "I-I don't have any money for a cab. I forgot my money." Her eyes began to look around almost frantically. She hoped it wasn't too long of a walk.

[AUGUST WITT]

August slowly pulled his hand away when he realized how skittish he was. For a fleeting moment he felt something stir within him. Sympathy? Pity? His brows arched just slightly as he realized he had developed some sort of soft spot for the young lady, even if it was very, very minute, and of course brief. He regained composure quickly, standing up straight despite his short stature. His bold blue eyes washed over her, taking in her ragged, yet somehow put together appearance. Perhaps she had been the victim of domestic violence and had no where to go? No... no she mentioned wanting to go home. No battered woman would want to escape to the place she was escaping from. Unless this woman was very unintelligent. Considering her size and youthful appearance, August thought it very possible she was one of those dim witted women who escaped the angry hands of a lover only to run right back into his awaiting fist. August never understood those women. In fact, in his opinion, they partially deserved the abuse in which they received, for they kept going back to it. No matter how many times you run into a brick wall, it won't crumble. It's a freaking brick wall!

"I offered to call you a cab. My offer stands to pay for it. I can see you're in need of a helping hand, it would be my honor." He said in as soothing a voice as he could muster. Truth be told he didn't really want to waste a dime on this girl, especially if she were going back to an abusive situation, but he was in no place to really deny her. Helping would only do more good than bad in the public eye, but only if it were noted.

"Here, let me help you home." He pulled his phone out of his pocket, knowing that they might not catch a cab on this street right away. The metro wasn't far, but she was scantly clad for the most part. He couldn't even tell if she was wearing anything under that overcoat of hers, and if she was it was awfully short. With his phone he pulled out a small, thin, metal case similar to that of a cigarette case. He opened it up and pulled out a card with his name and number on it. "I'm August Witt. Here's my card. Perhaps one day you can pay me back if you're so concerned about allowing a stranger to help you." He offered, stepping away from the alley's mouth to allow her to pass if she decided to come out into the street lights. "What do you say?"

[FLYNN YOUNG]

Flynn was a very intelligent woman, but her book smarts made her lack in the common sense department. Although this man was a stranger and could be potentially dangerous she couldn't help but be curious and hope for the best in people. She might have been hesitant but she thought highly of the humans who had made this world so wonderful, and Flynn found herself slowly stepping back out and allowing the dim street light shine down on her again. She winced but it was barely noticeable on her face, knowing there must be a piece of glass stuck in her right foot somewhere close to her little toe. She had to rock her weight back and forth a bit, her hands clutching the material of her coat and holding it tightly to her body.

She tilted her head to the side a little with curiosity and draped her right arm over her body so she could keep the coat firmly closed while her left hand reached out slowly and took the card. Flynn's eyes slowly peered down at the card to see the man's name on it. "Someone with business cards must be important." She said and glanced up at him while placing the card into the pocket of her coat and fell silent, standing there rocking slowly and just slightly from side to side.

"I'm Flynn Young." She spoke up again, breaking the silence that was starting to fall between the two of them. "And if it's not too much of a hassle then I would appreciate a ride home." Hesitantly, she nodded a couple of times and her eyes fell to the ground before looking back up at him once more. As much as she wanted to look away she couldn't help but to look at the kind stranger. He was quite nice and offering her assistance, the least she could do was give him the respect of making eye contact. "I would repay the favor if ever needed." She agreed honestly. How could she not return the kindness of the stranger?

"I don't live too far. I.. don't think." The avisaille looked up and around as if she just became aware of her unfamiliar surroundings and searching for a street sign. "I'm on the northeast side, two blocks from Peanut Street?" She offered to him wondering if he knew where that was. If she were in the sky she'd be able to find it. Unfortunately when she was plummeting to the ground she was more concerned with trying to land instead of taking note of where she was.

[AUGUST WITT]

August was already looking forward to telling his father about his act of chivalry. Just something he could boast about, maybe make some of the others feel like they should be heroes, too. Half of those gargoyles just sat up there and did shit with their time, especially those guardians. What did they do? Get the piss beaten out of them so they could spend eternity waiting for the tree to crack open? Then what? They would know what it felt like to be tortured while they were tortured to death? Get real, there was no respect in that. August thought lowly of the guardians. Why would anyone choose to do that to themselves? It was pointless and stupid. They may as well join the Army or something and fight across seas. Then they would at least be doing something useful with their time. Shame they turned to stone during the day. Absolute pity.

"It's no trouble at all, Ms. Young." He flashed a little smile as he opened his phone and started searching for a cab company. Didn't take long with his phone and he was soon waiting on a person to answer. "Yes, I need a cab. Yes. Yes. Uhh..." He looked around trying to figure out where they were standing. "6th and Locust. Yes. Near Peanut Street. How lo...alright. Thank you." He clicked the phone shut and and then turned his pale eyes to the young lady. "They'll be here in ten." He explained.

August pushed the phone back into his pocket and then pulled his wallet out. He knew the cab ride wouldn't cost more than $8, but he pulled a $20 out just in case, keeping it tucked in his hand. He would slip it to the driver when he came, letting him know where the lady needed to go. Or better, she would have to tell him since August didn't catch an address. "See? No harm, no foul." He grinned again, folding his arms and taking a good look at the Flynn. Odd name..

"So what bring you out here so late?" He asked conversationally, staying with her while they waited for the cab to arrive. "You seem a little discombobulated." He nodded his head towards the corner, wanting her to follow. "The cab will be picking you up at the corner. We should go wait there."

[FLYNN YOUNG]

Flynn watched curiously as the man dialed a number on his phone and listened as he told the taxi company where they were before hanging up. She watched him and listened to him talk, instructing her to walk to the corner and realized that was going to be a very long and excruciating little walk. Her lips thinned and her eyes looked at the ground, careful to watch where she stepped and she took a limping step forward. She had to use only the inside of her right foot to put her weight on or else the glass would surely cut into her foot, not to mention she was almost positive that it was sprained so she had to move slow and as carefully as possible. Her left foot was fine though, so as long as she limped along and kept most of her weight on that foot she would be able to take the pain in small, sharp doses.

"No harm, no foul" the man had told her and her eyes moved up once more to look at him and she offered him a hesitant, true smile. "Thank you," her words were soft just as they had been before, "you're very kind."

She took another step and shut her eyes to conceal the amount of pain she was in and then opened them when she had her weight on her left foot once more. Just fifteen or twenty more steps, she thought to herself and looked ahead trying to focus on how far they had to walk instead of how incredibly careless and reckless she had managed to be.

"So what brings you out here so late?" the man had asked and she looked over at him again with an almost confused look in her eyes. Flynn might have been a lot of things, but stupid was not one of them, however she knew that playing stupid or confused, rather, would be the best plan in her case. She was hardly dressed to be outside and she could only imagine what she must look like to August.

"I-I'm not sure." Flynn told August with that lost, confused look still in her eyes. They grew glossy as if she were about to cry, and she knew that she could play it off as being scared when in fact it was tears of pain. "I was in my apartment one minute and the next I was in that alley back there," she pointed behind them towards the dark alley knowing it was partially true except for the next part, "I don't know how I got here."

[AUGUST WITT]

"I was in my apartment one minute and the next I was in that alley back there," August had to stop at her words, noticing for the first time that she was limping. He gave her a curious look, realizing for the first time that this girl was probably a little mental. More than a little... a lot. "I don't know how I got here." August was starting to slowly regret his move there. Maybe she had escaped a mental institution? Great. That's all he needed; some psycho woman walking the streets with his damn business card on her. Well, it was too late to get it back.

Think, August, think![/b]

It was as if a light bulb flickered on over his head, and he wondered if the nut job he was with might have seen it. It wouldn't have surprised him too much if she had. "Is your foot alright?" He asked gently, knowing she had been limping. He moved closer to her and placed his arm out for her to take if she needed to take it to help steady herself since she seemed a little unsteady. "Maybe we should get you over to the hospital." That was good, he thought. Getting her to a hospital and off the streets was definitely a good thing. Besides, she was limping. "Did you break it? You need some shoes."

It was still a mystery as to how the hell she got out there in the first place, but August was content knowing he was getting the loony off the streets and hopefully in a hospital. Once they heard that psycho story they could put her in the right place. Then he could be recognized for his act of heroism. But first things first; get the crazy girl safe!

[FLYNN YOUNG]

She knew that she sounded less than right in the head but it was the better alternative to saying she fell from the sky. "I must have hit my head pretty hard." Flynn stated and looked down towards her feet knowing that they were likely black on the bottom from all the dirt and grime that was pressed into the sidewalk. She would have to clean her feet soon in order to be sure she didn't get any sort of infection.

When August asked if she had hurt her foot she nodded softly and looked up at him once more. "There was broken glass in the alley. I stepped in some and I think I twisted my ankle." She told him and realized that the corner was getting much closer. The more she spoke the less she thought about her injured foot or her ruffled feathers, so she continued to talk to the stranger.

"I decided to get some fresh air and left my apartment. I must have lost my shoes when I fell?" She offered as an explanation for her crazed appearance. "But no, I don't need a hospital. I would just like to get home so I can get cleaned up. I can care for my own wounds." Flynn said gently, not wanting to sound rude or even arrogant, but it was the truth. She knew how to mend her own injuries pretty well over the years. She had to learn it on her own since her grandmother would never help or teach her. Although her grandmother had the traits of a vulture, she still loved the old woman.

"I'm sorry to take time away from your evening. You must have been on your way somewhere?" She asked trying to make some friendly conversation to make the conversation take a turn away from her. August's clothes looked very expensive and he looked well groomed. She already figured him to be a man of importance from his business card, but not all men of importance had such nice clothes. It was clear he lavished himself in his riches, whether they were a lot or a little. Flynn knew better than to judge a book by its cover, and it was clear that although he looked like he could be made out of stone with his perfect features and rich attire, he was a gentleman and kind. At least he was to her and she couldn't help but think that he must be a very nice man.

[AUGUST WITT]

Lost her shoes when she fell? Fell from where? How hard did someone have to fall to lose their shoes and their memory? Pretty damn hard if you asked August. Unless...something bad happened to her? He gave her an odd look, trying to figure out the mystery behind this poor, disheveled, mixed up girl. She didn't look crazy, but the crazy ones never did. That wasn't true, he realized. Crazy people actually very often looked crazy. The tricky ones didn't. The ones bordering on insanity but hadn't quite gotten there yet. That, he decided, was probably what this girl was. Bordering on insanity.

"Look," August said gently, making the decision that this girl was a risk to herself. "If you fell and got confused then you must have hit your head." It wasn't bleeding, but he knew enough about humans to know that sometimes head injuries bled from the inside. She could be dying! Well, it would be one less crazy for the world to deal with, even though this girl was beautiful. It was a shame, really. "Sprained ankle, glass in your foot, head injury... I'm no doctor miss, but I think you should probably see one."

Why did he even care so much? August tried to remember why he even cared if this girl sought out medical attention. Oh yeah, so I could be a hero... It didn't make complete sense, though. This wouldn't necessarily make him a hero. Maybe he should just let her go and do her thing. If she died, well, it wasn't his problem. Unless she died with his damn card. He inwardly groaned realizing maybe he shouldn't have given it to her. Stupid move!

"I wasn't going anywhere in particular." He explained gently as they waited for the cab. How the hell was he going to rectify this situation? He should have kept walking. Why hadn't he kept walking?! "Probably to get some food. Never too late for a bite to eat." Or early in his situation. For a moment he considered inviting her but stopped himself. He didn't want her company and she was in no condition to be out galavanting around the city anyway.

[FLYNN YOUNG]

"It's alright. I would just like to get home. I don't need a hospital." Flynn confirmed once more to August and shook her head with a little smile playing across her lips. She knew that she must sound odd to him and probably didn't help her case that she was bleeding and was playing clueless to this stranger. "I appreciate your concern." Her words were genuine as they always were. She would never lie about something so mediocre. Telling someone that they were kind or thanking them might seem like something said just to be polite, but to the person receiving the compliment it could mean a lot. Especially if they're having a bad day. Although August didn't look like he was having a bad day but you couldn't always tell. "Everything I need to tend to my injuries are at home."

She wished she could be home right now and detested her lack of skill when it came to flying. It was in the past now and all she could do is look ahead and her current situation required all of her focus. "If you wanted to go I understand. I'm sure I could work out a deal with the cab driver. I have plenty of money at home to handle the cost." A part of her wanted him to keep walking along and leave her there to wait alone and in silence because it would be easier. But then again, the company was nice. It had been a while since she'd had a conversation with anyone.

Flynn decided that if he declined her proposal to leave that she would start up a conversation with him. There was no harm in that, and the taxi service wasn't there yet so they still had time. "What kind of business do you do?" She asked and thought about the business card that was in her pocket. She didn't take much of a look at it except to see his name since that stuck out the most. "If you don't mind me asking. You look like somebody who is important."

[AUGUST WITT]

August simply shook his head. "I don't mind waiting, and I said I would handle your cab fare. I'm a man of my word." He gave a polite smile, not interested in letting this girl out of his sight until he knew she was on her way to a hospital, or, as she continued to insist, home. What he really wanted was to leave her there but of course he would never do that. She was hardly dressed, limping, alone and defenseless. Not to mention attractive. It was the perfect storm, really. Had she done this on purpose? Was this her 'thing' perhaps? August had no idea but he couldn't help but judge her.

The man folded his hands in front of him and looked out towards the street, feeling a little uncomfortable in her presence, but not willing to let it show. His stomach lurched a little, angry at him for not feeding it yet. His pale eyes moved to her when she began speaking again.

Flattery. She certainly knew what to say to him, that was for sure. Maybe she was a con artist? No, what would she be coning him into? She wasn't trying to get his wallet or anything like that, not that he could tell, anyway. No, she was interested in what he did, likely because there was an air of tension floating about.

"I'm not as important as I'd like to be." He told her with a confident, smug smile showing his white teeth. "Not yet. I conduct some private, political business. Unfortunately I'm really not at liberty to discuss it." He leaned in a little closer, his voice growing suddenly soft, "Confidential." He added with a wink before pulling back a bit. "But even those of us in the confidential world need to carry ourselves accordingly." He straightened his posture and looked out towards the street, waiting for the taxi to drive on by. "What about you? What type of business are you into?" Judging by her current looks, he wouldn't be surprised if she told him she was just a common street whore.

[FLYNN YOUNG]

Flynn knew that if she were to be left alone it would be easier on her, at least as far as the level of pain she was feeling. The coat on her wings was heavy and uncomfortable since they weren't tucked in neatly. On the other hand it was nice to have a bit of company while she waited for the cab to show up to take her home. And it was less likely that someone would come up to her and bother her if she was already standing there with someone else.

When August started to lean towards her she didn't bother to move or look away, but her eyes widened and seemed to get bigger with surprise. She wasn't sure what he was doing and then he spoke "Confidential." And she couldn't help but give a closed lip smile to him. That was curious, doing confidential political business? "If it's confidential that must been it's important?" At first she was just stating it, but her voice picked up when she said 'important' and it managed to sound more like a question than a statement.

"I never liked politics. It wasn't ever my thing." Flynn told him, as if she had actually considered taking a political path for her career choice. The thought came to mind when she was younger and had seen the president on the television giving a speech, but she knew she wasn't the sort to get up in front of people and talk. She didn't like attention from others. She might have been smart enough for the position but she didn't have the talent of being in the public eye.

"I work at a thrift store, the Vintage Carousel. It's on Peanut Street. It's not nearly as important as your work but I like it. It's a fun job and easy. Simple hours." She nodded her head, loving her job. In a few more years she'd have to leave it and find work elsewhere for a while but eventually if the store still stood there she'd go back and work there again.