“Um... Hi there, sorry to scare you. I'm Tal. This is Jorah. Who are you?”
The question was simple enough to answer, or it should have been. For almost anyone else it would have been easy- this was the first question one got asked meeting new people ”Who are you” But for Luke this wasn't some simple answer, for sometimes he himself didn't know who he was.
He stood so long in silence just letting his thoughts wander that he started when he came back to reality- he did it again dammit.... he always did that got all damn philosophical at the worst times. He swallow. They both were still waiting for an answer, the girl looked hopeful, the boy? Luke wasn't sure what his facial expression was but neither of them seemed threatening.
Pulling his hands from his pockets he mimed at his mouth and shook his head he hoped they'd get the messege.
quickly he pulled his phone from his pockets and began typing, his jegged bitten off nails making a dull tapping on the peeling screen protector-he really should get a new one... he kept glancing up at the two strangers before him, hoping they'd get what he was doing, and to make sure neither of them were trying anything. Finally done he showed it to them,
Waiting until both had read it before beckoning them to follow him- pointing at a looming dark building. It was the gutted remains of the old catholic church- the black chapel for which the neighborhood had been named. Fire gutted the once bueatiful building almost a hundred years ago, but enough was left it was deemed to expensive to tear it down so it remained- still scorched looming over the few blocks, and it was one place Luke knew they'd be safe- no one ever went there on account of the “Ghost”
He started down the sidewalk, hoping they'd follow. This was turning into a far more eventful night then he had planned when he sneaked out earlier. he was just going to hang around his hood, paint a little, maybe try to cover the gang tags by the clinic and then hit the greasy spoon diner before the breakfast rush, before heading home- now? that plan was shot. its not like he could take these two around the neighborhood- if they were on the run why were they dressed like wannabe edgy Instagram models? He understood wanting to be an individual, he respected personal choice and freedoms- but when you were on the run theirs was not the getup you usually went for.
He pulled out his phone again and began to type, this was something worth reporting back to his employer. Miss B. Would want to know about this, this was potentially big....really big....and really bad.
A knight in shining armor is a warrior who has never had their metal truly tested
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