Can nobody save us? Will anyone try? {open}

[XANDER SYKES]

The amusement park was packed with people today. It was sunny and hot, but there was a cool breeze that made the weather pretty perfect for doing things outside. But seriously, did every person in New York City have to come here? The lines for the rides were obnoxiously long, not to mention the lines to get food. It was a wonder people were actually wanting to stand in line instead of get the fuck out of here like Xander wanted to.

But no, Nahnie wanted to come to the amusement park, and she it's not like mom and dad would take her, so Xander had to be a big brother and take her to Coney Island. Plus, Tramp and Wes and Angel were doing something else. He wouldn't have give a damn if it wasn't so fucking crowded, but now he just wanted to leave. Seriously, though, this kid was unrelentless and refused to leave. Jesus Christ, where did she learn to be so goddamn stubborn?

...Okay, don't answer that question. But Xander didn't want to deal with this shit. They'd been waiting in that line for almost an hour now, and he wasn't even sure if Nahnie was tall enough to ride it. She refused to be swayed, though, and he could not deal with the crowd's judgement if he carried her out kicking and screaming.

"Come on, Nahnie. Can't we at least go get something to eat first?"

"No! We'll lose our place in line!"

Xander scowled and crossed his arms, switching his weight to his other foot. This was taking forever. He didn't want to be here. Fuck. This. Noise. His stomach growled loudly, but Nahnie was too bust bouncing up and down in excitement to notice. They were almost to the front of the line.

The ride was lame, anyways. It was some spinning shit with airplanes where the riders sat. Like, a carousel, but with fucking airplanes. Seriously, she could have chose a better ride. One that he could go on, too, but there was no way he could fit his graceful height into one of those tiny things.

With a sigh of relief, Nahnie finally approached the gate and ran into the nearest green airplane. Green was a favorite color of hers, after all. Well, her favorite color. What the fuck ever, okay?

Since he didn't think the ride would be over that soon, Xander walked over to the concessions stand next to the dumbass ride and bought a hotdog for him and green cotton candy for Nahnie. Great, now he had no more money. He'd be damned if his sister wanted to play anymore games. And how long did it take to put a fucking hot dog on a bun? Seriously.

When he walked back to the ride, he saw it had stopped and was empty. Okay, that had taken longer than he expected. Now he had to walk all the way around the fence thing and pick Nahnie up at the exit.

....Which was pretty goddamn empty, too. Xaner looked left. Nope. He looked right. Nope. He turned around in circles and searched the whole fucking area around the exit, but no stubborn and way-too-exposed three year olds were around. Oh God no. No. This couldn't be happening. His breathing quickened in fear. Where the hell could she be?

"Nahnie?" He yelled. "NAHNIE?" That was the loudest he could manage. She wasn't the type to run off, now matter how mad she was. Well, at least, not in a crowd like this, and plus she had no reason to be angry, right? Though when she did run sometimes, he swore she could fly and climb better than anyone.

That didn't matter, though. Xander needed to find her. Oh God, how could he have been so fucking stupid? Leaving her like that was probably the most idiotic things he had ever done, and this was Xander after all, so that wasn't exactly a short list. He started running, and stopped when he found the nearest family. "Have you seen my sister? She's three, and she had a grey sequin jacket on and jean shorts and green converse and I don't know where she's gone."

They all looked at him like he was crazy. At the moment, the status of his sanity was debatable. Then they all slowly shook their heads and walked on, not even offering to help look for her. Bastards. How could people be so fucking cruel?

So he continued running around and asking people the same question, and getting the same response. God, why couldn't anyone take time out of their days to help him find the most important thing in his life, the thing he should have been more responsible for?

notes; okaythiswaskindofbasedoffolleyanderika'sthreadpleasedon'tkillmeijustwantedtowritethis
words; I'd just like to mention the fact that this is 835 words. o____o
outfit; including both xander and nahnie's attire

[RIPLEY "TRAMP" GWYNN]

It had started off as a nice day smoking out, and doing whatever popped into Angel’s mind. The three musketeers often hung out, with Wes being the brains, Angel being the ideas, and Tramp being the brawn. But that nice day had turned into something of a pain in the ass, because Wes had a stick up his ass about David, and seemed to be bringing down the mood of the group. Angel hadn’t taken kindly to that and as a result, began to bicker with Wes. Things had been tense, and even though Tramp was worried about Angels involvement with their teacher, it seemed harmless enough so she kept her nose out of it. It was Wes’ area to worry about Angel; when they figured out what to do about him, Tramp would use her gift of brawn to go ahead and execute the plan. But until then, Tramp kept her nose out of it. So when the two began to banter and be generally grump, Tramp hightailed it out of there.

The only place she could think of going at that moment was Coney Island. She remembered her parents taking her out to the little amusement park ages ago. She missed the nostalgia that the place held for her, so she decided to return. If even in on her own. So in her usual attire—a dress that was far too short, fishnets, and boots, Tramp marched right on down to the amusement park that wasn’t too far off from where Angel and Wes were. Though, not in her style—she had tamed her unruly hair, and smoothed it out into a straight style. Mostly over Rose’s influence and insistence that she look a bit less trashy. Had it been anyone else, she’d have told them to shove it—but she took Rose’s opinion over anyone else’s.

With her hair straight, her entire look was a bit different. The blonde looked crisper, brighter, which in turn made her green eyes look a little more piercing, and that wasn’t helped by the usual dark eyeliner and red lips she wore. Currently, Tramp was polishing off a hotdog when she saw someone who was running from person to person, looking a little more frantic. Normally, she would have been one of the people that scoffed and brushed them off. It wasn’t her concern if someone else was freaking out—but when she looked again she recognized that mess of curly hair that was almost as untamable as hers.

As per usual, her heart started to race at the sight of Xander, and she smiled to herself, discarding the rest of her hotdog. She dusted her hands off, and started to push through the crowd, and she reached out, grasping Xander’s skinny arm with her strong hand. Despite being on the smaller side of the spectrum, the brawn that Tramp boasted wasn’t just her attitude.

“Hey cuti—“ She stopped short, seeing the panic on his face and she let go of his arm. “What’s wrong? What happened?” Believe it or not, when it came to Xander—Tramp actually gave a shit. She cared about Wes and Angel a lot too, but a lot of the time she didn’t entirely care about what was going on in their personal lives. If they wanted to share—she was open to listening, but she wasn’t about to ask questions or pester them about it. But Xander—she actually needed to know.
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Tags: Hedgie / Xander / Nahnie / Olley / Tramp ! Open!
Notes: ICOULDNTRESISTILOVEYOUHEDGIE
Outfit: Oh Tramp.
Song: The Queen and I by Gym Glass Heroes

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[XANDER SYKES]

Xander needed to stop freaking out. He couldn't do anything while panicking like this. Unfortunately, he couldn't exactly help it, own his own at least. How could he be calm when his sister was gone? How could he be calm when his sister could have been taken by some pervert? Oh god, he hadn't thought of that before. She could be in a car somewhere scared (though, more likely sassing and insulting the kidnapper, if Xander taught her anything about how to treat people in authority) and all alone, and then he would have to go to a police station. And he didn't exactly get along with the police, and they would blame him, and his parents would probably blame him too even thought they should have been better parents all along so Xander would be more reponsible and Nahnie would be safe and-

Wait, was that...? He stopped in his tracks for a second when he saw a flash of blonde hair in the crowd. No, it couldn't be, that hair looked way too straight. Plus, he couldn't worry about that now, he had to find Nahnie.

"Nahnie?" he called again, trying to make himself heard over the mass of people. How could he be so stupid? He should have never left her in a crowd like this. Part of his mind realized he was still holding the food, nearly crushing it in his stressful grasp. "Nahni-?"

Something grabbed his arm, and he spun around.
“Hey cuti—“

So it was. Oh, thank god, he knew she would help. And Tramp was a lot more pushy and loud than he was, though he would never admit that. But the sudden change in situation was his breaking point, and he started to cry. Bawl, actually. His masculine pride somewhere inside him said he should man up and quit crying in front of his second favorite female in the world, but the majority of his consciousness was focused on the top of that list.

“What’s wrong? What happened?”

Xander attempted to stop for long wnough to explain. "It's Nahnie. She got on the stupid plane ride and I went to go get food and then when I came back the ride was over and she's gone and I can't find her anywhere and no one will help me-" He had to stop his ramble to breathe. "I'm a horrible brother." He finished off with a pitiful mumble, a statement of failure and defeat.

notes; this is not even i don't know where this came from xander i wasn't aware you were capable of this kind of despair okay
lyrics; Help Is On The Way by Rise Against
credit; Hedgie made this in like five minutes

[RIPLEY "TRAMP" GWYNN]

Tramp was completely and utterly taken off guard by Xander’s sudden tears. It was the first time she’d ever seen him cry, but he wasn’t just tearing up. He was full on sobbing. Tramp looked around awkwardly, and took a small step back. She didn’t know how to handle tears too well; she was the kind of person that when she cried she just wanted to be left alone. But she couldn’t leave Xander like this—stupid feelings. Stupid caring.

When he finally managed to stop and explain the situation, Tramp was a little more than confused. On one hand, he was right. He shouldn’t have left her alone for any amount of time. Nahnie was a toddler and no matter how grown-up she seemed to act, she was still a child and could get distracted easily. It also wouldn’t stop someone from grabbing her and making off with the child. But that wasn’t what Xander needed to hear right now, that wasn’t what he needed to deal with.

“Calm down, babe. We’ll find her. You’re not a horrible brother, I’ve seen worse. Trust me, I have so many cousins Rose just calls us all by number.”[/color] Tramp attempted to reassure him, and looked around. She had heard Xander shouting, but he was surprisingly quiet. Or maybe she was just overly loud.

“ALANNAH NAHNIE SYKES. GET YOUR TINY ASS BACK HERE, RIGHT THE FUCK NOW.” The people around Tramp seemed to flinch, and stare at her with large eyes. She wasn’t looking at them though, she was looking down, trying to see between legs. People made the mistake of looking for children over the crowds, instead of under. Just as Tramp reached back to grab Xander’s hand, an older woman grasped Tramp’s wrist.

“Young lady, this is a family oriented park, you’d do well to watch your language.” In the woman’s other hand was a young child, a boy—definitely not Nahnie. Tramp jerked her head away from soccer mom of the year, and stepped up to her.

“Yeah, and I happen to be looking for a piece of my family. So why don’t you take your motherfucking hell spawn, and get the fuck out of my face, if you aren’t going to fucking help.” Attitude? Tramp? Naww. The woman clasped her hand over her son’s ears, and with a horrified look quickly pulled her son away. God, Tramp hated kids. Except Nahnie, anyway. That little tyke was a true hell spawn, which was possibly why Tramp adored her so much. With a huff, Tramp grabbed Xander’s wrist.

Did she consider Nahnie as part of her family? Had she meant to say that? Tramp shoved those questions to the back of her mind, “NAHNIE! NAH-NIE!”

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Tags: Hedgie / Xander / Nahnie / Olley / Tramp ! Open!
Notes: Aww, look at Tramp caring and junk.
Outfit: Oh Tramp.
Song: The Queen and I by Gym Glass Heroes

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[XANDER SYKES]

Xander didn't really want Tramp to hug him or anything because he knew he would feel like an idiot later for it, but he kind of needed it. But luckily, she was able to calm him down in her own way, with words and a bit of humor. He stopped sobbing and nearly flew backwards at her screaming. Yes, he was very happy that she existed. That she was here. That she seemed to care.

He called out too, but it was nowhere near loud enough to overpower hers. He sensed people staring at them but he never gave a fuck either way so he continued to call in basically the same language as Tramp. She was the one who got bitched at though, and Xander turned all of his anger onto the fucking broad, though it wasn't needed. Tramp had this covered, too, it seemed.

Wait.

She just called Nahnie a piece of her family. Xander nearly started crying again, and he would have if he was the type to cry at ridiculously cute things. Nahnie looked up to Tramp and basically worshipped her, but he was never sure if Tramp liked her much. He could tell she didn't exactly like children. When she grabbed his wrist, he smiled and continued to call out.

Meanwhile:

Nahnie shoved the little boy to the ground, walking away with the stuffed animal his dad had won for him, though he tried to say that he had did it himself. Please. She had lost Xandy, but honestly, it on purpose, 'cause he was being a meanie. She would come back when she heard him though. As soon as she heard her name, she would weave her way through the crowd again.

When she did, it wasn't Xandy calling her name, but Twamp! She was her favorite of Xandy's friends (apart from Wes, of course) and wanted to be just like her! So she followed the voice and pushed past little kids until she bumped into her legs. "TWAMP!" she yelled, trying to be as loud as her. But not yet, it seemed.

Then she looked at Xander, and frowned. Because she knew that furious face, but not the other expression. Relief. Xander felt relief, and rushed over and picked up his sister and held her tight. Then held her at arm's length and screamed. "You fucking troll, don't you ever fucking scare me like that again, understand?" and she nodded, a bit scared.

[RIPLEY "TRAMP" GWYNN]

Tramp was between being steamed at the old hag, and steamed that Nahnie had put Xander in this absolutely pathetic state. The boy could hold his own…for the most part. Tramp for sure wore the pants in the relationship—if there was one at this point. She wasn’t afraid to offend someone, and she wasn’t afraid to be loud. However, she was afraid that something bad had happened to Nahnie. There was no way in a cold dark hell was she ever going to express that concern out loud, for fear of having Xander turn into a blubbering mess. She was not going to deal with a lost child, and a blubbering one. Lucky for her—she was the oldest of her cousins (sans Rose), and had younger siblings to look after as well. So she learned to be loud, learned to be rough, and learned that if something happened to them—she’d have to go all Hitgirl vigilante on someone’s ass.

Luckily, there was a child flying right at her fishnet encased legs, and she stumbled slightly, and stared down at Nahnie. There was no relief on her face, unlike Xander. Tramp still had that angry, and mad look on her face. She kept those piercing eyes on Nahnie, and stepped in close to Xander’s shoulder. Unlike her loud voice, Tramp lowered it to a deadly calm, low tone. “If you ever…ever do that again, I will never hang out with you again. I will not take you out for ice cream, I will not take you on park play-dates, and I will not speak to you again. Do you understand me?” She wasn’t going to show it, but she felt like she was on the verge of a heart attack. Or maybe a stroke. Nahnie was fine, luckily. Not dragged off by some weirdo pedo—granted she was sure Nahnie would scream bloody murder. The kid had potential to be loud; maybe when he vocal chords matured, she could rival Tramp and Jewish mothers in the shouting category.

Tramp sighed, and took a slight step away from Xander. “You should get her one of those kid-leashes. My mom used them all the time with the twins.” She muttered to Xander, crossing her arms beneath her chest, and stared at Nahnie. Her expression had softened slightly, but there was still that crease between her eyebrows. Tramp was still mad—mostly that Nahnie had made her worry. She had been calm on the outside, but on the inside? Adrenaline rush, heart pumping—and now she felt like Jell-O. Tramp reached in the top of her shirt, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and stuffed into her mouth, lighting it with the lighter that had been stuffed in the pack. If someone looked close enough, they might notice that Tramp’s hands were very subtly shaking.

Coming down off the mad was harder than actually being mad. At least she had a direction to go when she was angry, but coming off of it she felt lost—like she had run out of steam and was now floating in a sea. She pulled the cigarette away from her mouth, and let the smoke billow out of her lips, before glancing back at Xander. “You okay, curly top?”

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Tags: Hedgie / Xander / Nahnie / Olley / Tramp ! Open!
Notes: Aww, look at Tramp caring and junk.
Outfit: Oh Tramp.
Song: The Queen and I by Gym Glass Heroes

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[XANDER SYKES]

Nahnie didn't mind those words, because she was used to them. Xandy usually apologized for them, but she didn't see why, they were just words.

Xander listened intently as Tramp threatened Nahnie, and watched his sister's reaction. If he wasn't so overcome with feelings of relief and anger and all that, he would have busted out laughing at the look on the face of Nahnie Sykes as the color drained from it and she looked like she had just seen a ghost. Actually, something a lot fucking scarier than a ghost. She was looking at an angry Ripley Gywnn.

"I-I'm sowwy." Her voice was barely audible and she sounded terrified and sincerely sorry. Hell, Xander would have been terrified, too. Seriously. To be honest, he was kind of afraid of just that voice.

"Yeah, I'll have to consider that. And yeah, I'm fine." With a look at Nahnie and a smile, he tired to comfort his sister a bit. He wasn't sure if she had been afriad or hurt or what, but it didn't seem like it until Tramp said 'never hang out with you again'. That had killed i- Oh god, what if Nahnie had been killed? Pushing that thought away, he held his sister closer and realized something.

She was still holding the stuffed animal, and Xander looked at her, freaking out. "Who gave you this?" he asked, assuming the worst. Jesus fucking Christ, he was a brother, not a father, he shouldn't have immediatly jumped to the conclusion that some pedophile had tried to prey on his sister.

She wasn't looking at anyone's face, and mumbled something Xander couldn't here. "What?" he asked, sounding urgent. "Speak up, Nahn. You're not going to be trouble for telling me."

Nahnie looked at Tramp and said, "I st-got it fwom a boy. He said he won it all by himself, but his daddy won it for him. I saw. So I pushed him and took it."[/b] She looked at Xander and then back at the concrete below.

He actually laughed. Oh God, that was the funniest fucking thing he had heard from his sister since she said something about sleeping with Wes (which she probably hadn't meant it like that, but it was still hilarious), and he knew she couldn't make something like that up. But he stopped laughing when he realized there was some kid probably upset somewhere. And then he laughed again, because that made it so much funnier. He didn't care, he had his sister back and she was safe and that's all that mattered, right?

Oh, and Tramp was there too.

[RIPLEY "TRAMP" GWYNN]

Good, the little tyke was scared. Hopefully she wouldn’t do that again. If there was one thing Tramp prided herself on, it was striking fear into children’s hearts. It typically worked with her siblings, however not for long. The twins were far too rambunctious, and her cousins…ugh.

Her eyes lifted up towards Xander, checking his face. Oh, he was fine. Good. No more crying no more tears, no mo---. Where had she gotten that? Tramp narrowed her eyes at the stuffed animal, her mind going exactly where Xander’s had gone. What if some creep had used it to try and lure Nahnie? The little one was a handful, and pretty tough for being so little—but she was still that. Little. Either way—just becase Xander had his sister safe in his arms, didn’t mean that she wouldn’t go on a head hunt for this creep.

Her eyes narrowed slightly when Nahnie looked at her, fingers drumming on her arm as she waited for an explanation. Of course—it hadn’t been what she expected. Her eyes widened for just a moment as the words settled in. A loud snort came from her mouth before she erupted into laugher as well. Hands clamped at her sides as laughter wracked her whole body, “Oh my god. You ran off to steal some kid’s teddy-bear?”

[/b] She gasped. The laughter began to subside, tears brimming at the corner of Tramps eyes. Her hand went to her forehead as she attempted to catch her breath. Rose would probably demand that they bring the bear back. However, Tramp believed in survival of the fittest. If you can take it, why shouldn’t you?

Her elbow bumped Xander’s arms. Though she was proud of Nahnie, it was that exact behavior that caused her sisters to grow up to be such hellions. Too many bodies, not enough eyes watching. All of the Gwynn children were bullies in their own right. However, it wasn’t her place to tell Nahnie not to do that. It wasn’t like Nahnie was her kid, or her sister, right? No, that’d be Xander’s job. “You got a star winner there, Xander.” She raised her brows, before shaking her head at Nahnie.

Relief. The feeling that Tramp was having was relief. “But next time, instead of knocking some kid down for his teddy—just knock down your brother instead and drag him over to the games.”[/b] Tramp pushed her lips to the side and nodded, placing her hands back on her hips. “Xander, I like your sister. When she’s not being a terror.”

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Tags: Hedgie / Xander / Nahnie / Olley / Tramp ! Open!
Notes: Aww, look at Tramp caring and junk.
Outfit: Oh Tramp.
Song: The Queen and I by Gym Glass Heroes

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