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[CrimsonMoon]

! !! private thread !! !
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" What will we do with the drunken whaler
What will we do with the drunken whaler
What will we do with the drunken whaler
Early in the Morning
Way hey and up she rises
Way hey and up she rises
Way hey and up she rises
Early in the morning
Stuff him in a sack and throw him over
Stuff him in a sack and throw him over
Stuff him in a sack and throw him over
Early in the morning-!"

The loud out of tune song was sung by a young policeman as he walked down the street. He was making his way toward the motorcycle parked under a street lamp. A hard day of writing tickets, chasing Gang members around and finding drugs... Fun stuff! No kidding!

He pushes his blood red hair from his face and grins, despite being berated by his superiors for his lenient actions, the young policeman had turned this into a game of cat and mouse... So fun.... So fun...

He continues to sing cheerily, twirling the keys to the sleek machine in his hand

[Needmorefood]

Today wasn't that successful, but it wasn't a failure either. Nonie walked back with her money can in her jacket's pocket, her hood pulled over her head. Strands of her red hair managed to poke out, but she didn't care. She was just focused on getting home. The gangs were pretty active at night, and they didn't show mercy to any wandering homeless should they find them. Nonie involuntarily shivered, and not from the chill. She had heard of the aftermath of some of the gangs' "fun" with the homeless when they were caught. it was never pretty. However, she was ripped from her thoughts when she heard someone, oddly enough, singing.

Nonie looked up and her footsteps slowed to a stop as she looked quizzically at the officer. Or at least she thought it was an officer. She was still in the shadows of the street, so she ducked into one of the alleyways to avoid him. No sense in approaching him, especially this late. He might ask questions, and Nonie didn't want to deal with them right now. Besides, she didn't trust cops. She didn't trust anyone really. Not anyone with money.

[CrimsonMoon]

The young man pauses under the street lamp that made a flickering pool of light in the street. Admiring the motorcycle chained there for a moment before crouching to unlock it. His back was to her and it was quite clear he was a copper from his uniform... And the pistol that stuck out beside his hip

[Needmorefood]

Nonie watched him silently from the shadows, ducking in further to make sure he wouldn't see her. She was waiting for him to leave so she could pass by. She could get back home through the alleys, but going via the sidewalks was much faster. He seemed like he was about to go anyways, so she might as well wait it out. She glanced at him motorcycle curiously. Did all the cops have those? Didn't they have cars instead? She couldn't remember

[CrimsonMoon]

He pauses suddenly, a stray cat had bounded up onto the seat of the motorsycle. The two stare at each other before he reaches out to scratch the ruffled cat behind the ears. The cat purrs and rolls onto it's back, nearly falling off the bike

[Needmorefood]

Nonie smiled slightly at the cat and the officer, though it quickly faded as she was becoming impatient. By the time he left, Nonie could've been back home already. Instead she turns and heads down the alleyway. She had memorized each and everyone of them like the back of her hand. It helped she lived their for ten years. However, she accidentally bumped a can with her foot, making a small noise. Nonie froze for an instant and her eyes widened. Oh crap! Well, maybe he would just think it was another cat.

[CrimsonMoon]

He glances at where she was hidden and cooes in a soft voice," Hello? Is that another cat friend or someone else?" He smiles slightly, his expressione xceedingly friendly..

[Needmorefood]

Nonie bites her lip to stifle the yelp that almost escaped her. Without a word to answer him, she dashed off down the alley and into the darker parts of the slums. Hopefully he didn't follow. Although knowing Nonie's luck, he was right on her tail

[CrimsonMoon]

A motorcycle engin reved and soot the blinding flash of a headlight flooded the alley," Hey!!!"

[Needmorefood]

Now Nonie did yelp and dashed down the alley, turning a corner abruptly. She knew these alleys well, so she took the narrowest ones that would be cluttered by garbage. Why did things like this always happen to her?!

[CrimsonMoon]

Immediately the engine roars right up behind her, it suddenly skids around her and stops. He points an object at her," HALT!"

[Needmorefood]

Nonie skids to a stop and freezes, holding her hands up instinctively to block the light from her face. Looks like she was going to meet this cop, like it or not. Fear churned in her stomach. What was he going to do? She was old enough to be homeless without being required to live in a foster home or something. Or was he going to attack her? She didn't have much experience with cops, being that she avoided them almost as much as the gang members

[CrimsonMoon]

" Put your hands up... Please," he calls, stepping off the motorbike. His silhouette coming nearer," Don't worry, kid... I won't hurt you..."

[Needmorefood]

Nonie hesitates before slowly raising her hands up, proving she was unarmed. Her silver eyes gazed out from beneath the shadows of her hood, filled with fear, suspicion, and curiosity. Her clothes were worn and torn, not to mention completely filthy. Her jacket was grey with a good handful of stains from God-knows-what. Her jeans were torn in many places, not stylishly but truthfully torn from something. ".... What do you want?" Nonie finally voiced

[CrimsonMoon]

"..." The was a pause before he answers," I had the feeling you needed help... I admit I definitely shouldn't have chased you down with a motorcycle but what's done is done. Yeah?" He lowers his hands,"... You're not a gang kid, are you?"

[Needmorefood]

Nonie's eyes widen and she violently shakes her head, the red hair of hers that stuck out of her hood fluttering along with the swift motion. "N-no sir! I... I avoid them at all costs." Her eyes grew slightly pained and she curled her hands as she lowered them slowly. "They... don't really treat people like me right. Homeless I mean. I'm, uh, homeless. I didn't mean people like, uh... redheads! Or anything." Nonie said swiftly, feeling a slight blush of embarrassment color her cheeks at her slight rambling