Who: Ondrea/Damien
What: Running away from two strangers from fear from shyness
Where: From market to her tree
When: Late Morning
Rating: More then likely g to pg

( Oh dear...this isn't good... )

Who: Jonas and Damien
Where: Front steps of a random doorway
When: Late afternoon
What: A hippie finds a bum.


Jonas couldn't believe he'd stumbled into such a small, insignificant town. Sure, it was a place to stay, and had shops, but he was cold and hungry and it was still a while till it would be late enough for the shops to close down and present an opportunity for him to find food.

He could scout a place to sleep for the night, but he'd walked a long ways and the exhaustion that the cold brought on left him on a covered doorstop, curled up and working hard to blend into the scenery. Maybe there weren't too many bums in this town, but that could mean that the cops were blind as much as it meant that they ran his type around.

Blowing into his hands he swore slightly, then looked across the street at the market. The food there looked painfully delicious. He sighed, then hugged his worn, faded Scooby Doo backpack closer to his chest to fend off the cold.