Watch your head

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Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuuuuck. At least by now she had gotten used to running in heels, but that didn't make it any easier. She turned a corner, looking over her shoulder as she spotted them. A group of guys, thinking that she was a spectacle. Something they wanted and she was not having it. Normally she would've just knocked their skulls in, but they were far too many for her to take on. She turned another corner before darting down a narrow alley that stopped at a dead end. A guy was there, but she couldn't focus on that. She was more thinking about the fact that the guys might still be following. "Ya don' happen to know a way outta here?" she asked, her accent heavy and clearly not the posh british that people were used to. Her voice was slight latino, but she was of Puerto Rican descent, so it mixed quite nicely with the heavy accent she had gotten from living in the Bronx. "Or ya just gon' let a lady hangin'?" she asked, biting the inside of her cheek as she thought she heard the guys come closer.

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- Outfit -

He slowly let the spray can glide it´s content over the wall, before finishing the outer layer. It looked like a cute little otter, nothing racist or perverted or misunderstanding, liberal, political, or anything like it. No, just a cute little otter. He was about to pick up another brown color from the spray´s he had in his back, before he heard the sound of steps. Quickly he packet up his things, before finding his camera, as if he was taking a picture of the things instead, but as soon as he saw the woman, he could instantly see that something was wrong.

When she asked for a way out, he just raised his brow for a bit, before looking at her and then behind her. " No, why? ". His accent having a mix of french and british to it. He then took his backpack on his shoulders, as he looked at her for a moment. Clearly not sounding like she was from England, but then again, he could be wrong. He looked around a little, as he said. " Is there someone after you`? ". He suddenly heard steps coming, as he looked at her, before saying " Shit.. okay get behind me ". He then looked as the guys came. He was trying to think about what to do, before he focused at one of the men, the first to turn his gaze towards the corner. He let his power activate, as fast as he could, so it looked like some vampire, having a great time in the alley.

The man stumbled backwards, before another came, making the same image inside of his head, as the other man had already made a run for it. He did the same to all of them, as fast as he could, switching between them, as their gaze turned.. before they all ran, or well the ones he had seen step forward. He then fell to his knees for a moment, before he almost panted after his breath, as he felt exhausted. It wasnt an easy task, making people see without touching them, especially because he had to be so quick about it too. " I think.. you are okay now ".

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Nelinha knew it wasn't always safe for a girl like her to be out on these parts of the town, however she had always liked living life on the edge. As he said to get behind her, she pulled a confused face, frowning, but did as he said. She was shivering a bit, having dropped her jacket while running, but that was a small price to pay if it meant she wouldn't be dead in a gutter somewhere. She watched as the stranger seemed to strain himself, making the guys that had been following her quiver in fear before running off. Her jaw dropped, because the stranger hadn't even muttered a word. She took a step away from him, frowning deeply as she didn't know what he had done. She was grateful of course, but she also didn't like to get at taste of what those men had done. However as he fell to his knees she was by him, squatting down and placing a hand on his shoulder. "What in the hell did ya do?" she mumbled, her accent thicker when she was closer to a whisper. She looked at him, looking at the way his body seemed strained. Had he done that, pushed himself so far, just to protect her? She could hardly believe that such kindness existed. "Hey now, let's get ya on ya feet, aight," she said, moving to stand. She grabbed his bag, placing it over her own shoulder before helping him to his feet as well. She was quite strong, stronger than she appeared, but lifting a guy up was still quite hard. She looked around for a bit, shifting her weight to better support him. "Aight sugar, let's get ya something to fight back with," she said, as she started to walk with him. Perhaps coffee would do the trick? Like she knew what a siren needed after ... Well after whatever he had done. Walking down the street it must've looked a little awkward. Especially as in heels and with her hair a little wild from running, she was quite taller than the stranger she was helping. "Thanks, by the way ... Uhm ... I'm Nelinha," she said, thinking that it was better to introduce herself than remaining silent for their walk.

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//Status ??? Har ikke rigtig hørt noget i snart en måned og ville bare vide hvor vi stod//

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//Out : )//

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