Help, I'm Alive [Dennyyyy!]

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Three weeks in New York, and not hide nor hair of her angels. They were close though. She could feel them. And they were young. So she had taken to gate crashing parties to both look for them, and to find a warm bed to sleep in. It was a living, anyway. And this party, man. It was a good time. She had only been there for about 15 minutes when someone (the host of the shindig as far as she could tell) offered her a chance to chase the white rabbit. A chance she took most eagerly. She kept the men surrounding her entertained by shaping their lines into their astrological symbols, cursing her convoluted Capricorn sign. After a few lines, she was sufficiently geeked, and decided to join society. Her drink tasted funny.

The room was hot, and spinning. She could feel her heart beating out of her chest. She couldn't have been ODing, she hadn't even done a whole gram. She ran her thin fingers through her waves of golden hair, her bangles jingling loudly in her ears. Her vision was going black around the edges. This party was lame. There were too many people, and the place was HOT. Her hands were clammy. Her eyes wanted to close, but the coke running through her system was NOT letting that happen. Maybe she just needed to go outside. Those fuckers had told her the shit was uncut. Clearly that was a lie. As she stumbled out of the apartment complex, she took a sip of her drink, where the aftertaste was more pronounced. Fuck. She had tasted that before. The coke had been clean, or else the drip wouldn't have tasted so good. Someone had fucking roofied her. Shit, if they wanted sex so bad, they could have just asked. She threw the red plastic solo cup into the hedges in front of the building, and set off down the street. She was thankful that she had worn such a thin dress, because this shit was annoying.

She wandered aimlesslesy for a while, sweat pouring down her face, smudging her already smudged makeup. She walked into a convenience store, and inconspicously stole a bottle of water under the pretense of using the bathroom. Back down the street, taking baby sips. Walking was tough. Oh look, Central Park. They had nice benches. Maybe she could curl up on one of those and ride this shit out. She stepped into the park, and felt a little bit better. The water was helping. But she couldn't find any fucking benches. There were loads of trees, and homeless people, and walkways and paths. But no fucking benches she could see. She tried to follow the path, but she was quite tired. Her steps were weaving and bobbing, and suddenly the ground was moving upwards. Oh. Okay. Her knee hurt. It took her a few minutes to process that she had fallen. Ooh, but the ground was comfortable.

She laid back onto the pavement path that wound through the park, her eyelids fluttering, and her heart hammering out of her chest. And again, she saw the face of one of her angels, looking panicked. In a different place. Like he was looking down at her. Was she to be saved? Was there a miracle in store for her? She licked her lips and the face faded, leaving only the moon and the stars behind the canopy of leaves above her head. So peaceful.

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[MAXIMUS PETULENGRO]

With the joint dangling from his mouth, and his army green trench coat swishing as he strolled down Central Park, Max was in a rather jovial mood. Life was... good. Great even. He had a place over his head, that was actually coming along rather nice. He wasn't alone, as Aisha and Alex and The Kid always seemed to be around. A family that he had acquired. Societies lost children. His stomach was full. And he had weed, which always made for a happy Max.

The night was rather warm, for spring, and he could almost see a star- no. That was a plane. Well, he could pretend it was a star. Everything was so calm in his life, right now. So peaceable. It was strange. Nice, but strange. The calm almost unnerved him. A chaotic calm.

Ugh, if he was getting this imaginative before he smoked, he was in for an interesting-

Fuck, the what?

In the middle of the path, about ten yards ahead, laid a figure. And not, 'oh I'm laying here to be a nonconformist and a minor inconvenience' lay. It was a 'oh, shit, I've passed out on the sidewalk where who knows what sort of creepy rapist will see me all vulnerable' lay. Jogging up ahead, Max's jovial mood drained. She was a willowy little thing, dripping in sweat, and looked like she hadn't showered in quite a while. Her eyes looked up at him, completely accepting of the scenario she found herself in, at ease with life in general, before her blue eyes fell closed. "Hey!" Fuck! What the hell? He leaned down, touching her cheek.

She was warm. Really warm. The sweat on her brow soaked his hand. "Hey, Babydoll? Can you hear me?" He cooed gently, patting her cheek. He should just walk away. This girl was none of his concern. And a few months ago, he might have done just that. But now... Fuck. "Talk to me, Babydoll. Come on." He leaned forward, checking her eyes. They were almost solid black, they were so dilated. She didn't seem to be oding... no vomit, no shaking. Her heartbeat was fast, but even. Something else was happening here. She needed to sleep it off.

Damn him, for being such a nice guy.

Looking around, very aware of how bad this looked, he scooped the Babydoll up in his arms, and began to carry her home. And it did look back. Strange guy carrying an inebriated girl to a closed off location. So bad. So fucken bad. But he did it. Why? Cause he had gotten soft.

Fucking Alex.

Fucking Aisha.

Fucking Kid.

He fucking loved them.

Fuck.

And now here he was, carrying the Babydoll home instead of worrying about his own neck. "Don't worry Babydoll. I got a place you can sleep it off." He cooed gently, as they slid down the ditch. "We'll take good care of you, you just wait." As he climbed down the manhole, Babydoll over his shoulder like a sack of potato, he thanked his lucky stars he was nimble. That could have been bad.

Cradling her, he went down the corridor, waiting until he saw the fire light of the pit. "Aisha, gimme a hand over here." He called out, bringing the girl into the light. "Get a blanket, we need to get her wrapped up so she can sweat this out..." Concerned filled his voice, not bothering with the pleasantries of hello.

[AISHA]

She had juuuust been managing to fall asleep, when she heard the familiar voice of her adoptive brother. If he was building this late at night, she'd kill him. Aisha opened her eyes slowly, before snapping into an upright position very quickly, her curls bouncing around her head. Max sounded concerned, and that was rare.

Aisha scrambled out of her bed, grabbing blankets from her bed, Kiddo's empty beds. She passed by Alex, and gave him a glance, before hauling ass to the sound of her friend. Her bare feet pounded against the concrete of the corridor, and she froze seeing a girl in Max's arms. Aisha hesitated---a random girl down here could be trouble. Then again, she looked sick. She really should just turn around go back to bed. Max brought her home, Max should deal with her.

Fuckin' fuckity fuckfuck. Aisha spread two of the blankets on the floor for the girl to rest on, her arm guiding Max's down to help him settle her onto the floor. "Really Max?" Aisha asked him, while she started to cocoon the girl in the blanket, her blue eyes piercing into his. Her hair in messy tangles around her bare shoulders, not looking too happy at all.

"This girl's going to think we're insane if she wakes up, look at you. You look like some kidnapping Jack the Ripper dude, and I'm running around like this." She swept one hand down her form. A sports bra, and boxers, that was it. Yeah, this girl was going to think they were insane. Aisha pulled a black band from around her wrist, and not at all genntly, pulled the girls blonde hair away from her face, and neck, and tossing it into a weird bun to keep it out of her face, before going back to wrapping her up.

"Really Max? Another blonde, what are you some kind of collector? What if someone's looking for her?" Aisha stood up, looking down at the girl that had been wrapped up in the blanket, Aisha moving towards a box in the corner to pull out another blanket, throwing it at Max.

"What if someone saw you pick her up? And they followed you back here? If Kiddo could do it broad daylight...You're putting us all in danger by bringing that," Aisha pointed a long finger at the girl on the floor, "Here. What if she needs medical help. Better yet, what's Alex gonna think, huh? Some pretty blonde thing--" Aisha gave Max a slight shove, stepping over the girl like she was a pile of blankets--instead of a living being, "Asleep on our floor, all taken care of. And Kiddo? Kiddo's use to us, but this chick is strung the fuck out. You think that's right for a ten year old to see, Max?"

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[ALEXANDER FORTESCUE]

Alex couldn't sleep.

It seemed like he slept in the Court of Miracles now more than he slept in his own apartment. It was more home than anywhere he had ever lived, as he had been removed from the home in which he was born at a very young age. But tonight, he simply could not sleep; something was disturbing him and keeping him awake. Most days, he slept like a baby wherever he was, but tonight he was unsettled.

His eyes snapped open as Aisha passed him, and he frowned, sitting up. She was gone before he could ask her what was wrong.

He heard voices. His heart jerked. He got up and followed after Aisha, hearing her voice and Max's voice as he advanced, and then--

...who was that?

Pretty. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Like him.

And in Max's arms.

Asleep?

And a girl. A very pretty girl.

Alex's whole body stiffened at the sight.

"Really Max? Another blonde, what are you some kind of collector? What if someone's looking for her?"

The words stung him. He retreated further into the shadows, wondering if he should just leave, just go away. This new arrival was very foreboding.

"Here. What if she needs medical help. Better yet, what's Alex gonna think, huh? Some pretty blonde thing--"

Some pretty blonde thing.

She was certainly pretty. And blonde.

And a girl.

Don't overreact, Alex, it's just a girl, just a girl...

Clearing his throat and trying to seem stronger than he was, he stepped forward. He felt a sort of calm anger wash over him and found it was easy to remain quiet, though his tone was slightly frosty.

"'Oo is zis, Max? And why is she 'ere?"

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Things could have been worse. Yes, she was roofied, coked out, and passed out in the middle of a park. But at least she wasn't ODing. See? Silver lining. Her eyes closed and she settled down to ride the high out. She'd be fine. But there was a problem. There was someone there. And they were not keen on the idea of her sleeping. 'Hey!' She felt a hand on her cheek, on her brow. Her eyes flitted open, and she saw him. The face of her angel. He had come back, looking just as worried. "Hey, Babydoll? Can you hear me? Talk to me, Babydoll. Come on." Her lips pulled into a sleepy grin at the cute nickname. She was sort of doll-like with her pale skin, blonde hair, and wide eyes. Right. He wanted her to talk to him. "I've dreamt of you..." she said, dreamily. Her voice was weak, she needed more water. Where had her bottle gone? Was she moving?

She struggled to pay attention, and she found that yes, the sky above her was moving, and she could feel warmth from her angel's arms beneath her tiny body. She snugged in closer to him until he shifted her abruptly. "Don't worry Babydoll. I got a place you can sleep it off." Well that was courteous. He hardly knew her. Though, of course. She knew him. While she didn't exactly know his name, she'd seen him before. In her visions. "We'll take good care of you, you just wait." Oh that's right! There were others! Dim excitement broke through her hazy mind, and a smile split across her face. Not like he could see it though, since she was hanging over his back. Were they going down a ladder? That was dangerous.

He straightened up beneath her, and went back to cradling her, before finally laying her to rest on the ground. It was echoey in here, her mind processing events in high gear. He had placed her by the fire. That was uncomfortable. She started to sweat harder. Her body curled away from the light, and she rolled once, back over onto her back, so she could still she, but didn't feel like she was on fire. He was calling for help. From another angel. There were blankets draping her now. Goddammit, didn't they realize that she was hot enough? She fumbled to kick off her boots as she heard the musical voice of the female above her head, berating Max (so that was his name) for bringing Cassie here. The girl was making excuses for Cassie not to be there. Cassie just laughed, keeping her eyes locked on the celing of the tunnel, or wherever they were. "Nobody's looking for me, I promise." Her words came out quickly, but had that dreamy quality of the truly fucked up. "And I don't need medical attention. Just need to sleep it off." But suddenly she was wide awake. The roofie was no match for the coke, and while she was still loopy, there was no way she was closing her eyes.

There was another. She tilted her head back to look. Oh, he was pretty. Blonde, like Cassie, a waifish little thing who looked vulnerable and jealous in the firelight. Another of her angels. No, this wasn't how it was supposed to be. They were mad at her, she shouldn't have come. "'Oo is zis, Max? And why is she 'ere?" His French accent was difficult to make out past the rushing of her pulse in her ears, but she got the general gist. In typical Cassie fashion, she got honest. "Hey, don't worry. He doesn't want to sleep with me. He found me passed out in the path. If he wanted me, I doubt he would have brought me back here and told you both to come running as soon as we arrived." She turned her head to look at the fire, as chills started making their way down her body. She could see the flames licking at the wood, creating vibrant patterns. A million dancers, in a twisted dance of death. That was unpleasant. She turned her eyes back to the low ceiling. "The stars are lovely tonight." She said with a grin.

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[MAXIMUS PETULENGRO]

Well.

Hrm.

Well then.

This welcome was less than warm.

Max took the tongue lashing that Aisha was giving him silently, letting her get it off her chest. He did not bare the face of the chastised, but of the severely irritated. Seriously? He was getting yelled at for being a good guy? Still, he listened to her list of concerns. Him bringing home another blond. Awesome. He had barely noticed Babydoll's hair color until now, dammit. It wouldn't have mattered if it was fucking green polka dotted. "Yes, Blue, I'm just Hugh Hefner, running amok. Finding all the pretty blonds." Max grumbled quietly, taking off his trench coat. In truth, Babydoll was good looking, but he was hardly thinking about that while she was in this state. He might be a bit of a hedonist, but it offended him that Aisha put forth this little rapey idea of him. Not cool, bro.

Max's brown eyes looked up to see Alex, who was also not pleased with the situation, given his frosty demeanor. Son of a bitch! This was totally unfair. Especially as Aisha continued her tirade. Someone following him... Ugh. Did she really think she was the only one doing this for her whole life? Dammit, if someone had followed him, he would have known. She was just looking for reasons to be pissed at this point...

Babydoll came airily to his defense, surprising him a little. Well, at lest it would seem that she was here of her own choice. "Don't worry about me, Babydoll, just rest." He mumbled, going to fetch her a bottle of water. Shit, crap. He had called her Babydoll, which was certain to cause some more drama. CAUSE THEY WERE IN SUCH SUPPLY OF THAT. He just didn't know her name, was all. Handing her the bottle, he looked at Aisha as she finished off her rant with 'What do you thinks' and 'What kind of blah blahs', his face pulled in an annoyed frown. "Blue, relax. She needs a place to crash, is all. What the fuck was I suppose to do, leave her passed out in the middle of Central Park. If anyone should be able to empathize with her, it's you. Fuck."

Alex started in on him too, though in a different way. Colder, more relaxed, less chirpy. It was a tone that gave Max frostbite. "I don't know, I didn't ask for i.d. or anything." He snarked back, fully irritated with everything right now. He hadn't meant to snap at Alex. It was certainly not a proud feeling filling his gut, but he was being attacked for doing a good fucking deed! Babydoll came to his defense again, and he felt a little bitter that the person who knew him least in the room had been the first to figure out that his intentions were not to fuck her.

Seeing her shiver, he put the blankets back on her shoulders. Sighing, he looked at the anger in Aisha's eyes and the accusation in Alex's. This was bullshit, on the real. "I wasn't followed, she's obviously one of us, and everyone needs to chill the fuck out. I'm just giving her a hand. Seriously, when the hell did I become the nice one?" Seriously, when did that happen? Selfish Max Petulengro was being a fucking knight in shining armor? Hell. But he was right, she was one of them. Homeless, a vagrant, a traveler. And Max had been filled with a sudden sense of... patriotism to help his fellow people. The nation of the lost, the forgotten, and the broken. It was new, and a bit uncomfortable, but it felt right. His face softened, as he let out another deep sigh, and he pulled out his momentarily forgotten joint. "It wasn't premeditated or anything. But it was the right thing to do." Lighting his treat, he took a deep inhale, his brown eyes falling on Blue, then Babydoll, then Angel.

They were his.

And he would protect them.

He would love them.

And they were just going to have to fucking deal with that.

[AISHA]

Aisha glanced over her shoulder to see Alex not far behind her. A frown took over her lips. For once, she actually wanted to side with Alex. The brunette glanced down at the girl wrapped up, and seemed to look even more angry.

"Lucky for you, Max actually has a heart." Aisha felt somewhat annoyed towards that dreamy state in her voice. Like this girl belonged here. She wasn't apologizing, she wasn't acting like she was a burden. She was acting like she belonged here. Which made her seem a little more irate.

At the nickname Max called her, Aisha took a step back towards Alex. Much like a frightened child, she grabbed Alex's hand, though her demenor was far from frightened. She held onto the other boy's hand as though it were a security blanket.

"Babydoll? Babydoll?" Aisha's brows raised up, her jaw tightening, causing a muscle twitch in her tanned cheek.
"Why should I empathize with her?" Aisha curled her lip, "Oh, right. I was living in a tent, out of the way of where someone could find me. And actually cared about keeping myself alive enough not to do shit that'll make me pass out. Right. Forgive me." Aisha rolled her eyes, waving her empty hand, before placing it on her hip. Her hand shifted lacing with Alex's fingers when Max snapped at him. She squeezed his hand, still without looking at him again, before releasing it.

She approached the girl on the floor, and crouched down by her, with an expression much like a very, very focused hunter. "Babydoll," Aisha repeated, though her tone was less endearing more of a sneer. Though her expression was angry, her fingers were gentle while she turned the girls face to get a good look at her, "Max runs the place, and we protect each other. If you do anything to jepordize it, I will personally see to it that you won't set foot in Central Park again." Aisha murmured, her tone hard, but eerily soft.

She stood back up, her blue eyes which were usually soft when looking at Max, were now hard, cold. The rest of her face slack, and expressionless, and didn't seem to match the annoyance in her vivid eyes. "One of us, tch." It was almost like the old Aisha. Before she met Max, and when she first had too. Stand-offish, defensive. But the way she squared her shoulders, and sort of raised her chin, signaled that she was vaguely threatened.

"You're lucky I love you, Max." Aisha frowned, before disappearing into the tunnels before returning after a few moments with a few rags and another waterbottle. She glanced at Alex again, almost looking a little sad, while she dropped next to 'Babydoll's head, and poured some of the water from the bottle on a rag. She dabbed at her forehead, in complete silence, staring at Max the entire while. Not even minding that she was probably dripping water into the girl's eyes.

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[ALEXANDER FORTESCUE]

This...this just felt...

Wrong.

Alex felt a swelling feeling deep in his gut, a pulsing in his head, a tenseness in his arms. He had the sudden urge to just turn tail and go back to bed, but he knew that the swelling, the pulsing, the tenseness would not go away just because he lay down. He knew jealousy when he felt it, and he knew that he wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight, no matter how this encounter ended.

He clutched one arm in the other, staring at the girl.

Babydoll. He called her Babydoll.

He felt Aisha take his hand and looked up at her, trying to hide the despair in his eyes despite knowing he was shitty at hiding his feelings. Despite his ego, there was an insecurity about Alex as well that came with adolescence. Max was his first...well, he was the first guy Alex had really cared about in...maybe ever. It wasn't outside Alex's perception to think that he might not be good enough for Max.

Babydoll... A shiver ran down his spine.

"Hey, don't worry. He doesn't want to sleep with me. He found me passed out in the path. If he wanted me, I doubt he would have brought me back here and told you both to come running as soon as we arrived."

Alex wasn't sure what to say to that. She had a point, but the stress he felt on his body did not go away.

And then, Max snapped at him.

When Alex had spoken up, he had not meant for his voice to sound as icy as it had. He was just...he...hadn't thought. He wasn't good at being thoughtful. He was impulsive. It had come out cold and interrogative, and he hadn't meant it to.

"I don't know, I didn't ask for i.d. or anything."

Alex winced. The reassuring squeeze from Aisha did nothing to repair the blow Max's tone struck, and Alex took a physical step back.

"Je suis...désolé," he mumbled, hugging himself slightly.

Aisha left and returned with a water bottle and some rags, and Alex caught her sad glance. He felt himself fidget, his breath coming shallow and shaky. There was no need for him here. Aisha and Max had this...Babydoll taken care of.

"Well," he said, his voice very soft to disguise the hurt that might have been latent in it. "Since you two seem to 'ave zis 'andled...I will go back to bed." He turned too quickly for his expression to be seen and tried to keep his pace even as he hurried back into the bedroom and threw himself down on the ground.

Babydoll.

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Dissent in the ranks. Angel was grateful that there was at least someone on his side, but Cassie still felt terrible that there were sides in the first place. If she wasn't so geeked, she'd tell them how she had seen them in one of her dreams, and they had nothing to fear from her, as she already saw them all as siblings. And for a girl with no real family, that was saying something. But if she had said all that, things might have gone kind of...sour.

Oh. The angry one was Blue. Okay. Another giggle escaped her throat. "Hah! Jokes on you, I'm not even a real blonde!" Somehow, that seemed...less than helpful. But Cassie was elsewhere. She was somewhere where everyone was happy and together, and totally accepting of Cassie. Because she knew that was coming. Suddenly, her body tensed up, and her vision clouded. She stared at the ceiling without seeing it, because another image had blocked her sight. Cassie, Angel, Blue, Frenchie and a little girl, sitting in this tunnel, coexisting, and happy. Tears came to her eyes and spilled out into her hair. Suddenly, she was pulled out of it by more yelling. Angel was upset. He told her to rest, his tone softening at her. She made a face. That wasn't gonna go over well with the other two. And neither was what she was about to say.

"Can't rest. Can't sleep. I'll crash in the next two hours, but I'm too awake," she took a deep breath, she had to tell them what she was on, or they might worry. Well, Angel might. "I was chasing the white rabbit tonight. But someone slipped some kind of roofie into my drink. I wanna sleep, but I can't til the coke wears off, trust me." My, she was wordy tonight. She liked Cocaine, because it made her more connected to the world. When she was sober, she sounded high. When she was high however, she sounded more...grounded. More solid, more concrete. She could actually form coherent sentences. While sober, she always had one foot in the future, scanning for things to watch out for, laced drugs, rapist/murderers, those kind of things. When she was high, her visions came in quick bursts, and then disappeared, with no warning. It was why she spent so much time getting high.

"By the way, my name is Cassie. I don't have a family, I don't know anyone in town, and nobody is gonna look for me because they think I'm dead." She stretched her arms out towards the ceiling, playing shadow puppet theatre. Blue came up to her and grabbed her chin, making her focus. "Babydoll, Max runs the place, and we protect each other. If you do anything to jepordize it, I will personally see to it that you won't set foot in Central Park again." Cassie was suddenly reminded of her father, telling her that a satanic freak like her would never be welcomed anywhere. A look of surprised hurt crossed her face, and she nodded contritely, her eyes stinging. Her vision was solid, she knew that, but it seemed as though it would take a while to actually happen. This was going to be a trial.

As Frenchie stepped back into the shadows, Cassie rolled onto her side, staring back into the fire. Blue came back with a rag, dripping cold water into Cassies eyes. Fine. Now they wouldn't notice that she was crying. Her voice was very quiet as she started talking, seemingly to herself. "I'm not here to put you in danger. It might sound weird, but I'm supposed to be here. If you don't want me, I'll go. I won't want to. But I'd hate myself if I caused problems in your...family."

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[MAXIMUS PETULENGRO]

To simply say that Max was in a bad temper, would be a grave insult to his this particular color of irritation that had swept him. Blue was being a rabies-ridden-frothing-bitch at the moment, for reasons Max could not even begin to understand.

Angel's indignation, Max at least understood. He didn't like it. It insulted him. But he understood it. As the two were lovers of sorts, it would make sense that Angel would not be completely thrilled at the idea of Max bringing home a girl that could easily pass as a she-Alex. However, with his general imperious swagger that Max held, he found the jealously utterly annoying. He had explained the situation, and it was explained that Max had no intentions of fucking her. So, where bad? Max had been doing THE RIGHT THING! He should be getting a God damn gold star, not metaphorically couched for the night.

And Babydoll, or Cassie if one wanted to bother with real names, spoke in such an innocent airy way, it seemed almost cruel of Aisha to growl and threaten. Her snarky ass comment at Max was really not improving his disposition. "I'm feeling the love, Blue. Really. It's making me tingle every which way, because I'm just so tickled by the amount of fucking love I'm getting off you..." annnnd, eyeroll.

Max glowered at his adopted sister, black eyes fixed in a hard stare. Babydoll had done exactly NOTHING wrong. She hadn't even asked to come here. Max brought her.

So, honestly, as annoying as it was, if this Aisha-Alex rage deluxe combo had to continue, it should be directed at Max. "Babydoll." Max spoke, eyes on Aisha, voice authoritative. It was rare, that his voice got like that. After all, he found the tunnels to have a sort of democratic appeal to them. This was Blue and Angel's home too. And even now, Kiddo and Babydoll's. But, if he needed to be, Max could be a dictator. "You are welcomed here as long as pleases you. And if anyone has a fit to throw about that, it better be directed at me." His dark eyes slid down to the little blond doll. She needed to be protected. She was special, he could feel it.

And if living on the streets taught him anything, it was to trust his gut.

As this proclamation was declared, Max's body began to relax. There. It was done. There would be no more fucking anger tonight, so help him God. "Angel, could you-" Max turned around, seeing Alex gone. FUCKINGHELL. "Angel?" Shit, in his irritation, Max hadn't seen him vanish. SHIT. "...fuck." Max muttered aloud, looking at the girls. "Blue I gotta..." He pointed towards Alex's sleeping kip. "Just... please try and be less sand in the vagina-y... she's good. I can tell." Before Blue could agree, disagree, or, GOD FORBID, start bitching about Max's choice of words, he sprinted down the tunnel, finding Alex's blue cloth walls.

Once there, however, Max was struck with a rare case of no-words. What could he say, that hadn't been said? Oh wait. Sorry. Right.

But one would have better luck trying to get Max to start randomly speaking Italian. He hated apologies. It went horribly against his dogma of living with no regrets.

But, he did regret it.

He sighed, sliding down the wall outside Angel's tent. "I shouldn't have snapped like that." Max spoke softly, his voice still twinged with irritation, but also contrition. In fact, part of the irritation was at Max himself, for allowing himself to do something he would in fact regret. Regret was like a festering sore across his cheek. He was self conscious about it, and felt the whole world judged him for it, and would stare on in disgust. He ran his fingers through his hair, letting out a deep sigh. "I'm s-sorry, Angel." It was an odd release. Like the relief after finally taking the worlds greatest piss, that had been held for HOURS.

Of course, there was still the tension of being forgiven. Fuck, this apology shit was hard. "Can I come in? Please?"

[AISHA]

Aisha narrowed her eyes at Max's sarcastic comment, before her jaw dropped when Max extended an invitation to her. The tanned girl quickly stumbled to her feet, "Max, wait a minu--" Diplomacy out the window, Aisha started yelling, "I DON'T WANT SOME COKED UP CRAZY PERSON AROUND KIDDO, DO YOU HEAR ME? AND KIDDO WAS HERE FIRST!" Her voice bounced off the walls, and she lifted her hands, and put them behind her head for a moment, watching Max go after Alex.

She dropped her hand to her waist, while her other one ran through her curly dark hair, and stared down at Cassie. "Great, Max left me alone with the passed out girl. Brilliant one, Max, just brilliant." Aisha mumbled to herself in a quick whisper. Crossing her arms, she checked on Cassie again, making sure she wasn't trying to roll herself into the fire. Actually...that'd be an idea. She could shove the girl into the fire, and then just tell Max she rolled herself in. Brilliant! Aisha smacked her own forehead--great. Now she was going nuts.

That's when she heard the tiny voice, and she looked back down, before snatching up the bottle of water she had been using to cool down Cassie. She took a seat an arm's length away from her, and held out the bottle of water to her, "Max likes you, so you stick to him like glue. Cause I sure as hell am not looking out for you. And you're second to Alex, don't ever forget that. And don't you dare, even so much as look at Kiddo the wrong way." Now she was going to have to tie a rope around Kiddo's waist to keep her away from the girl. Aisha still had a look of disdain on her face, and even despite Max's polite asking for her to calm her shit--Aisha was not having it.

Maybe, she could push the girl into being an outsider enough, that she'd run off. Disappear, and then they could go back to being the happy little--albeit disfunctional--family. Aisha pushed at her lower lip, nibbling it faintly, before glancing back at Cassie. She sighed, and looked over her shoulder; Aisha wanted max to hurry the hell up. She did not like being alone with this girl.