Micheal guerin (hottemp_dreamer) wrote in mundus_district, @ 2008-12-29 14:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | belle, michael guerin |
Who: Micheal and OTA
Where: Outside?
When: afternoonish?
Why: because he's arriving and is confused.
rating: pg-13 for now
Micheal didnt say a word as maria dried him off, for once not caring what she thought as tears and dried rain ran down his face.He knew she was worried, they all were, but for once no one was worried about nasedo or alien hunters and that was a strange concept for the young alien to grasp.He knew max and isabel cared, but they were his family and it was their job to care..well sort of.
Crawling into the nice warm bed beside her also didnt warrent any comments from him, not outloud anyway, and for once he let the sound of someone else's breathing beside his own lull him into sleep, part of him wondering how long until he would have man up and face hank, or move out which was actually a lot scaryier then confronting his drunken foster father in his eyes.
-Micheal immeadtly jerked awake as the sensation of falling washed over him.Brown eyes still full of sleep regarding the strange room with suspicion "Max?"he called his, his voice broken with sleep and fear as he rose, automatically reaching for a baseball bat that was no longer there. "Izzy?If this is your idea of a joke.."he started,letting the threat fall short.
However his words seemed to fall on deaf ears as no blonde sister appeared,nor did max.Hell he would have gladly taken liz popping her nosy human features in right about now.Nothing, nobody was here which meant his worst fears had happened: the alien hunters had captured him. Possably during the night,which of course was just like a filthy alien hunter..or so he guessed, he didnt really know, no one he knew had ever been 'captured'before.
Grabbing his jacket micheal made his way out of the strange room,taking the stairs two at a time until he saw a door that looked like an escape route.He scanned the small strip of street he could see outside the door but none of the people walking by looked familier,nor did the street look like anything in Roswell.
In his anger he threw the door open,nearly hitting someone who was walking by "sorry"he growled,his tone suggesting he had other matters to tend to, besides they should have been watching where they were going in the first place!