Who: Mary Bromfield, Freddy Freeman, Hugo Weasley & Open to Multiple people** What: Being little and stealing all the things Where: Apartment 3-F, and then on the streets of goodland! When: Nov 2- Nov 5 Warning: Cursing, mentions of child abuse
Mary woke up...surprisingly comfortable. She had gone to sleep on a park bench and had woken up on a soft bed with a pile of blankets. It was air conditioned, which was nice, but it was startling. If it wasn’t for the fact that this wasn’t where she had gone to sleep, she might not have wanted to get out of the bed. She jumped up, scrambling around the room. When she realized she was by herself, she was more confused than anything else. She took a few valuable things-- a watch, some cash, a pair of nice looking earrings.
She peaked out the door and saw nothing but an unfamiliar living room and kitchen. No one in sight again. There was a small sound of relief, and she looked around for some food, taking some more things as she went through the apartment. Okay. Cool. There was a purse, that was definitely worth taking. She moved to the kitchen, and began raiding the fridge. It had been a little while since she’d eaten, and she was starving. She began loading the purse she was taking with bread and cookies and chips and things she could keep long term, and then, without much thought she stuffed a kitchen knife in there too, just in case.
She had even considered taking a shower, as there was still a layer of dirt on her, but she didn’t want to stay too long in case the adults who owned the place came back around. Instead, she grabbed the soft hoodie on the couch, and in the process accidentally knocked over a lamp, causing it to crash and break on the floor. “Oh, hell” She muttered, and looked around to see if someone had heard her.
Freddy usually slept in on the weekends so he was confused when he heard a loud thud. Why was his alarm going off? Was it not Saturday? Freddy rubbed his eyes before fumbling for his cell phone. No alarm. He frowned. What woke him then? He didn’t have much time to dwell because he felt certain he heard Mary swear, which was unlike her. He suddenly grew worried and grabbed his cane, which rested next to his bed. He scrambled out of bed and into their living area. He hoped nothing terrible happened in Goodland.
“Mary?” He called. “Mary, are you…” He trailed off when he realized he was facing a young girl. She looked like Mary, but...not Mary. Younger Mary? He shook his head. “What’s happening?”
Mary froze. She might have just run for it, if the boy hadn’t called her name. How the heck did he know her? She pulled the hoodie that she’d stolen towards her, almost as if it were a shield and she stared at him. Her eyes were wide, none of this made a lot of sense, and she just needed to get out of here.
“This is mine.” She lied, as if she could convince him, and she took a step back away from him. She just wanted to put herself in a position to bolt if she needed to. “Who are you? How do you know my name?” And another step back. She was used to this, running away from someone who might hurt her. Did he want to send her back to her parents? Would his parents? She didn’t want to go home. Never.
Freddy felt wide awake by that point, but also like he was dreaming. What was going on? “Actually it is mine,” he replied, shrugging. “But you can use it. Why are you so…” He guessed Goodland was up to some trick again, but he couldn’t help the fear accumulating in his stomach. “You are my sister,” he added, taking charge, because, really, what else could he do? He suddenly felt very alone. Klaus switched ages and now Mary. Mary didn’t know him. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he continued, remembering how scared he had been when he first arrived in foster care. He, in fact, never felt comfortable anywhere until Rosa and Victor took him in. He missed them; they’d know what to do. “You are in Goodland. It is a weird place.”
“I don’t have a family,” Mary snapped back. If she didn’t tell anyone who her parents are, they couldn’t send her back to them, right? There was no way that anyone else could know who they were, especially when it seemed like she was so far away from home. She took another step back, she just had to make it to the door. She could definitely outrun this kid.
“I don’t know you. And I don’t know where Goodland is.” She adjusted the stolen purse over her shoulder, and clung to the hoodie. “And don’t call the cops either. They won’t believe you. You’re just a kid.”
“And you are?” Freddy shot back. She reminded him of Billy and how Billy wanted to move out without their family. “I know you don’t remember...or, I don’t know, you don’t know me yet. But I am your brother! We have good foster parents, Rosa and Victor. Brothers and a sister too.” He gestured toward his room. “I have pictures on my phone. I can show you. And you can keep the hoodie if you like it.”
“Not dumb enough to trust a stranger!” Mary countered, rolling her eyes at him. He didn’t know anything, did he? She didn’t have a family, you can’t trust families, they were awful. She wrinkled her nose slightly. Foster parents? Brothers and sisters? “Families just hurt you. You’re better off without them!” She told him, he would learn eventually.
But an idea struck her, if she sent him to get his phone, she could dart out of the apartment and she’d be on the street before he ever realized she had gone. She nodded at him. “Let me see the pictures.”
Freddy’s eyes widened as the girl spouted venom about families. He didn’t blame her; he’d been in bad places too. Still, she was so unlike the Mary he knew. He, however, was determined to help her. He was surprised by the sudden agreement, but nodded. “Okay...be right back.” He turned and headed back into his room.
That was a lot easier than Mary had realized it would be. There was a tiny spot of Mary, that maybe felt bad about allowing him to think that she cared about this family he spoke of, but it was quickly dismissed. She had to get out of there before the adults came back. She took a step towards the door, slowly, when he turned his back. And when he into his room, she adjusted the stolen purse, and tied the hoodie around her waist before running out the door, slamming it behind her.
Note: Mary is going to be stealing all sorts of things from people, and if you would like your characters to be one of them (or see her stealing from a store or something), then feel free to start a comment heading for our thread! I intend for there to be multiple threads here!