This is a 1x1 RP with the wonderful Laynie and the amazing Zexion/Ienzo! No one can post in here OTHER then us. If you want to give feedback simply message us. I'll start us off. (Yes I know I'm not using an OC, go suck it if you have a problem with it )

 

 

Mammon sighed, walking around the town with his hands in his pockets. After taking a short-cut from his college to get back home he ended up getting lost. And he had a feeling he didn't want to be here...

 

(Starting off RP's isn't my strongest point, don't kill me )

The town was a dirty, rotten place. The streets were grey and bare, the old buildings were barely standing. It was the middle of the day, so no one bad was out. Well, it seemed that way, until a man came up behind the last boy and cupped his mouth. "Make a sound, and it'll be your last," the man threatened.

 

(um, is this okay? ^^; )

Mammon gasped just slightly as a hand covered his mouth. From under his hood, though his eyes were widened, he couldn't resist roling them slightly. Figures this would happen to him of all people. Though he didn't make another sound, he did struggle slightly, being the man made no threat about doing so.

 

(Yes, yes it is )

"Quit squirming, brat!" he snapped, tightening his grip on Mammon. Haru was just walking by, feeling pretty proud of himself. He scored himself some food for the second time this week! He felt so spoiled. But, he 'earned' it himself, so he felt proud. He froze upon hearing a nasty voice, and turned to face the situation that was about a few yards away. "Aw, shit," he groaned, watching the poor lil' purple boy struggle.

"Let go of me you creep!" Mammon yelled, the sound slightly muffled by the man's hand. He kicked his legs back and forth in an attempt to kick him away, as well as bite his hand off...almost literally. All the while he was ever so cautious as to keep his hood on.

 

DIRECTOR'S CUT

 

Just so you know, I usually am in bed by 9:30 but on the weekends it's at 10:00. So if I'm ever in bed and it's your turn to reply, just do it anyway. I usually check the RPs I'm i first thing in the morning when I wake up. And if you ever feel like RP-ing in the morning, I'm up at 5:30 for school days and 7:30-ish to 8:00 on the weekend. Just give me a call in the morning if you wanna' RP so I know, kay?

This only angered the man, and angered him to the desperation of pinning Mammon to the floor. Haru rolled his eyes and went over to help the poor boy, yanking the strange man away and knocking his teeth out. Ru rolled his shoulders back shortly after,and picked up his bag of groceries. "You okay, dude?"

Mammon struggled to stand and catch his breath as he looked at the mysterious boy carrying groceries.

"Y-yeah, thanks." He muttered, try to clean off his black jeans. Mammon eyed the (tall) male supiciously, ready to run if neccesary. "Who're you?"

 

(Yeah, it's actually going places )

"Who, me? Name's Haru Smithson. What're you doin' in this part o' town, stubby? You don't look like you're from here," He noticed, eyeing the boy up and down. Haru was wearing a tattered pair of jeans, a filthy T-shirt and... no shoes. He noticed how well 'stubby' was dressed and how clean he was. Haru himself had a good looking face, but it was a bit dirty and his hair looked stringy. But he wasn't terribly bad looking, nonetheless.

"St-stubby?" Mammon twitched just slightly at the nickname. "My name, first of all, is Mammon. And I'm lost." He stated plainly, his fingers toying around with the strongs of his cloak. "I was walking home from college."

"...college? Shit, dude, that's pretty big," his blue eyes blinked wide in surprise. "Anyway, if I were you, I'd get outta here before nightfall. Who knows what kindsa creeps are out here," he chuckled. "It's not safe here. Go back to where ya came from, Stubby, it'll do you more good,"

Mammon corrected him once more.

"Mammon, not stubby!....And I don't know how to get back. Hence me being lost." He said, his azure eyes looking Haru over. He was tall...and not exactly clean...but if he was tidied up a bit, he wouldn't look half bad.

"Mammon...? Weird. Anyway, don't ask me how to get out of here, I'm not allowed out," he shrugged, throwing a bag over his shoulder. "All I know is'at you either need ta leave now, or get the hell inside somewhere," he explained. "And make it fast,"

Mammon raised an eyebrow but had a nagging feeling that there were people here worse then the guy from before. And by the urgency in this guy's voice...he wouldn't make it back fast enough...

"Can I stay with you until the morning comes around then?" Mammon blurted out stupidly, not realizing that he may not be able to trust this guy. Though, he did help him out before...

"With me? Sure, I guess so. But my place is nothin' like your... fancy houses and whatever the firetruck you rich people have," he shrugged, walking down the road. "You comin'?"

Mammon raised an eyebrow from under his hood, following Haru. He had opened his mouth to comment but realized he had no intention of telling this guy he lived in an apartment shared with his roommate or that he had refused to pay for college and made his school pay for it. That was also because he had money but didn't waste what little he was saving.

"Thanks Rutard..." He mutttered suddenly, running to catch up to Haru when he realized he was falling behind.

He kept walking down the windy road, ignoring the cries that uttered from the few occupied apartments and rooms. He let out a sigh as he threw his bag over his shoulder again. He finally reached an old apartment building next to an abandoned, old diner with a sigh that read: SALLY. It read 'Sally' because the 's was chipped away. He walked up the concrete stairs that lead up to an apartment. Haru kicked the door open and stepped inside his messy, ugly apartment. It was a small place. One bedroom, one bathroom, kitchen and the living room. When you open the door, you first step into the living room. To the left was the kitchen and in the back were the bedroom and the bathroom. The living room was torn apart with pillows everywhere, and no TV. The kitchen was messy with old dishes that needed to be done, and the bedroom was messy as hell. The bathroom was grimey and moldy, and needed to be scrubbed.

Mammon took one look and internally groaned.

"You weren't kidding..." Giving an exasperated sigh he sat down on the sofa and looked at the floor. And it was there he noticed the most peculiar thing. "Why...are there raisens on the floor? And why are they moving?!" Immedietly he brought his knees to his chest and looked cautiously at everything. "You really need to clean up." He said bluntly.

"Hm? Why? What'd the ants ever do to you?" he rolled his eyes. "Want something to eat? I scored food," he smiled and put the bags on the coffee table. Inside of them were lettuce, apples, a bag of mints and ketchup. Nutritionftw.

Mammon looked at the food before getting up and walking towards it.

"Yeah but, where are we going to cook it? There's no sanitery place in this kitchen." He said, looking up at Hary froom under his hood blankly.

"...cook? That takes time, just pick up something and eat it. No time for cooking," he swiped an apple and bit into it, before brushing his shaggy hair out of his face.

Mamon hesitantly took an apple and bit into it, thinking about Haru's comment. But as he relished in the apple's flavor he gave a small sound of happiness (though ot could be mistaken for a moan).

"Where am I to sleep?" He ased suddenly, eyeing the male from under his hood.

"...Where are you... what? You're right here, stupid," he pointed out. "On the couch. And if you get sick pleasures from apples, keep it to yourself or take it to the bathroom," Oh, Ru.

Mammon glared at Haru, and just to prove his slight irrititation, he bit into his apple sharply, leaning towards Haru a bit, and made his happy sound on purpose. After turning his head back he hopped onto the couch, wrinkling his nose.

"You really need to clean this place up."

"Sorry I'm not a neat-freak, apple-stubby," he rolled his eyes. "Unless you want your ass handed to ya, you'll be agood boy and stop moaning to apple," he bit into it again and walked into the kitchen.

Mammon rolled his eyes, biting into his apple and giving a low sound but it might only be audible to him, who knows?

"Suppose...I cleaned some of it, as a favor for saving me. We'll be equal," And I won't lose any money, he thought.

"Hm, sure, sounds good t'me. It'll impress my sister," he shrugged. "And for the love o' god, stop moaning into apples..." he shook his head.