Arthur meets Nex

( It's
not like he knew what he was doing, always hanging around the Society and
peeking through windows to catch glimpses of the work done within. He'd seen
crazy things - monsters, walls that changed at every available moment, and one
time there was a rather loud gunshot sound - there, and it amazed him.''
One day
someone left the door ajar, however, and, with a gaze glowing with curiosity
and excitement, he sticks his head in the doorway, himself following after.
And, of course, he didn't realize how rude and probably illegal it was. )
Hello?
Anyone in here?
( His
attention is quickly captured by the Leviathan overhead. ) Ooooo...
Miss-Dreamerkat:
  Nex poked her head through the
mouth. "Who the bloody ell are you?" She asked.
Arthur:
  ( His jaw drops, and he
begins to bound up and down on the balls of his feet. ) How'd you get
up there?
Miss-Dreamerkat:
  "I jumped." Nex stated
as if he was stupid. "but anwser my question be for I send M weapon
through your arm.
Arthur:
  ( Whatever the weapon
was, it didn't sound pleasant, and so Arthur made an effort to seem small. He
scratched the back of his head nervously. ) Oh! Um, s- sorry. My
name's Arthur!
Miss-Dreamerkat:
  "why are you in here?"
Nex asked glaring.
Arthur:
  .. Um.. The door was.. open?...
Miss-Dreamerkat:
  "its illegal to
trespass" nex said jumping down in front of him.
Arthur:
  ( His gaze fleets around,
panicked, and he holds his hands in front of him, a poor attempt at placating.
His fingertips are black. ) I- illegal? I'm sorry, my memory is... it
isn't, um- I'll go.
Miss-Dreamerkat:
  "what happened to your
fingers? Demon touched?" Nex asked.
Arthur:
  ( His breaths goes to
sharp, abrupt halt, and words spill out of his mouth. ) I- I don't
know, um, I don't remember, I- uh.. I'll just be going now.
Miss-Dreamerkat:
  "okay" nex said
turning. "b-bye now" she waved him off.
Arthur:
  ( He practically sprints
out. )
Miss-Dreamerkat:
  She jumped up and laid back down
in the skeleton smiling.
Silverliné Carew:
 ( From the window, a girl watches.
Hate was an action she vowed
never to follow through and yet...and yet she felt it when she
listened to the exchange just outside. 
A boy just as small, just as weak and scared as she being bullied by an old hag, face already distorted with the years of hatred due to
catch up with her...sooner rather than later, from the looks of it.
"That's not very nice."
"You know it's true. Look at how ugly those
frown lines make her. The witch deserves a cursed face."''
"You DON'T know her. She is certainly acting
the bully, but that gives you no right to insult her so. Apologize."''
"For the truth?"
"Apologize."
"Fine. I take it back"
Outside, Arthur can see the young lady watching
him. Her body is stiffer than is necessary, fists clenched at her sides. Her
face, however, is painted with remorse and a tender sympathy.
"I wish I could help
you" )
== Obtained From ==
Loiterer!