Caylex walked home from the Inn in silence. He wraps his arms around himself lightly, having neglected to bring a jacket with him. the white hospital band around his wrist was the brightest thing in the alley. This boy, he looked like an easy scare. He jumped at his own shadow. He yawned softly and keeps his wraped around himself tightly and continues to walk.

A shadow melted from the side of the alley and headed toward the boy. Some one to talk to, or just maybe Moku was wondering why some one was out here in the middle of the night. The boy looked like something a thug would like to push around. Moku seemed to blend in with the shadows very well, which was creepy. He slowly walked toward the boy.

Caylex shivered harder, not looking where he was going he stumbled over some rubbish and ended up face first on the ground. He sits up, his forearms and hands cut up and bleeding a bit. He sighed softly and brushed the dirt from himself, not noticing any movement in the alley.

Moku stared at the kid, wondering why he was out here. He wasn't looking for a fight, or at least Moku hoped he wasn't. He would get murdered by the looks of it. Slowly stepping out of the shadows and beside the boy, Moku spoke. "You okay, kid?"

Caylex jumpped, hitting his head on the wall as he jumpped up. "Ouch." He looks at Moku. "H-hi.... I-I'm fine..."

Moku grinned slightly and raised his eyebrow. His eyes and head was covered in shadows, so he didn't think the kid could see it. "You sure about that? And what are you doing, wandering around here at night?" Moku stood there, waiting for a answer.

"H-heading home.... but I got kind of lost..." He looks around and leans against the wall, rubbing his head lightly.

Moku glanced at the kid and grimaced slightly. "Where do you live, kid? I might can get you there." Moku glanced around, hoping that no gangs were wandering around tonight. although it was the perfect time...

* Rhianna's ears started to itch- she could hear voices coming from down the street- the closest
ally to be more exact...She turned the corner slowly- heals 'clicking' on the damp littered walk, a
long black jacket trailed behind her. She wore a burgundy wool turtleneck, and a pair of grey
straight-legged pants. She stopped as she rounded the brick building- the voices now louder then
before, She peered around the corner- her eyes fell on Moku. Turning the corner, she lent against
the wall, legs and arms crossed- her body in a 'S' position...She cleared her throat- " Hullo" She
grinned with a French accent breaking through her soft voice...*