-Maze of Chaos-

[Mama Z]

No one can blame you
For walking away
Too much rejection
No love injection
Life can be easy
It's not always swell
Don't tell me truth hurts, little girl
'Cause it hurts like hell
But down in the underground
You'll find someone true
Down in the underground
A land serene
A crystal moon

What was it like to be a part of some underground? Apart of a place or time that only what you dreamed about could come true? She belonged to no such part, and truthfully she doubted she ever would. It didn't matter, this was what life was. A system of networks that changed so much that an underground system would surely fall.

It's only forever
Not long at all
Lost and lonely
That's underground
Underground

Sneakered feet kicked at the ground as she headed up her walk way into the quaint two story, four bed room home. Her book bag was resting over one hip, its contents filled with books just purchased for her enjoyment. She was a book worm and a hopeless romantic, thats why each book had a hero with a lovely maiden to protect. With a sigh, she fished out a key and stuck it in the lock. She would be home alone again tonight. Both parents out at some charity meeting.

Daddy, daddy, get me out of here
I, I'm underground
Heard about a place today
Where nothing never hurts again
Daddy, daddy, get me out of here
I, I'm underground
Sister, sister, please take me down
I, I'm underground
Daddy, daddy, get me out of here

Its not like she never enjoyed her life. Grace was happy with it. A great community college gave her plenty of time to test herself, a great park rested nearby, a few friends, and a nice home to cover her head. She gave a sigh as she brushed back her shoulder length black hair, green eyes appearing around the darkened home. She was spoiled. The only girl child to two lawyers and she was spoiled rotten. She tried not to act it, but she knew she was. Often times she caught herself thinking that somethign wasn't fair because she hadn't gotten her way. She was far too sheltered.

No one can blame you
For walking away
Too much rejection
No love injection
But down in the underground...

The song was cut off half as she turned off her MP3 player and set it and the set of keys heavily on the end table by the door. Her bag went down with a plop and she looked up. She had a happy life. One with shelter. 'But no adventure..' She caught herself saying as she thought about a character in romance books. No adventure, it just wasn't fair. Ah, who was she kidding, she didn't want to be here. Grabbing the keys again she turned to head back outside. She shut the door and locked it again. This time she headed down the street.

It was a street of any other neighborhood in this part of time. Quiet, uneventful. The sound of laughing children feeling the air despite the nasty weather. She was looking around trying to find something to keep her mind off the idea she was going home pretty much alone. Bugger all.

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[Niphanos]

Niphanos ran along the rooftops of some apartment buildings near where Grace was, occasionally dodging the odd clothesline or two. Seriously, who uses clotheslines anymore? he thought to himself. Jumping over an alley to a lower rooftop and landing with a roll, he stood up and looked around for somewhere else to go. As he stood there on that flat rooftop, squinting his sparkling blue eyes, the wind ruffled the navy blue spray of feathers on the back of his scaly head.

Even as I began to describe the way the wind rippled his shirt, he saw something interesting and began running that way, at one point jumping down to street level to go through a residential district. Right after crossing this street, he nearly runs into a college girl, probably about his own age, with long brown hair and green eyes. Of course he immediately apologizes. "Terribly sorry, Ma'am." he says with a small, quarter-bow. He notices she's fairly well dressed, in contrast to his old black t-shirt and slightly torn sketchy bluejeans. To be honest, he felt a bit silly being in such a comparatively nice neighborhood, and being so casually dressed.

[Mama Z]

Things were going okay. For now at least. Grace was looking down, the music flooding her ears. That's when movement caught the corner of her eye and instinct told her to stop. She did and then prepared herself for impact. Luckily for her, the boy managed to stop and swerve just in time. For a moment she expected him to keep going, he didn't. Rather, he stayed to apologize and she naturally scowled at being called "ma'am." she wasn't that much older than him. If they weren't already the same age.

She reached up, taking the earbuds out of her ears. She looked him over and then frowned, 'You aren't from here are you?' Unless he was new, but between his clothes and his face, she didn't recognize anything about him.

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[Niphanos]

((He's too polite for his own good, isn't he? Well, I suppose it's a good thing he wasn't accustomed to apologizing with "Missus", eh? Either way, for him, "Ma'am" is just a term of respect, like "Sir"))

Not expecting a response, he had turned to keep running, but stopped turned back to her when she asked him her question. "Erm... No... I come from farther into the city. I was simply passing through and stopped to apologize for nearly colliding with you." he said, his faint British accent causing "nearly" to come out like "neahly". His mind was racing, as he was still a bit amped up from his exercise earlier, and his eyes were still looking at ways he could climb the buildings around him. It would take him a minute or two to calm down, but he figured he could manage until then. Unsure of what to say now, he noticed her earbuds and, pointing to them with a scaly blue finger, inquired, "So what sort of music do you listen to?"

((Edited first post to include a link to his character sheet, sorry about that.))

[Mama Z]

((You don't have to justify everything your character does. -I- know that thats how he is. My character, however; doesn't that's why I put that. And you don't have to put a character link in your first post. If I really wanted to look at it I'd ask))

Right. He was a long way from home then no doubt. Grace watched him for a moment, ready to go back on her way when he asked about her music. 'Nothing you'd like no doubt. Im more into very old school music.' And in this era and for her age group, she learned that was uncommon. She'd learn from experience that when people hear it, they usually laugh at it. But she liked it so the rest of them could sod off. 'You?'

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[Niphanos]

((I just thought it was amusing. :P))

After thinking for a moment, he said, "Actually, I'm not really sure what I listen to. I know that at least a few of the songs I listen to are from bands in, hmm... the 70's and 80's, is it? I do listen to some newer stuff, though, especially electro." He wasn't sure why he was still talking to her, but he was enjoying talking about music.

((Sorry for slow, short post, I have been... tired these last several days. Not to worry, it will all be over soon and I can focus fully on this. :-\ ))

[Mama Z]

He listened to old school music then. Well that wasn't bad. She preferred that over the new stuff that came out. Horrible stuff it could be. It was only considered music because there was a beat and the singer was "singing." Grace gave a small shrug, 'I don't listen to electro either.' Or techno or anything like that. It just got too repetitive and loud.

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