Levais had already poked enough into teh ground that there was an imprint of a skull. He smirked at it and threw some rocks through teh hole. He looked to kurse and said "Its good you don't got your lighter, your gonna die tommorow if you keep it up..." before crawling over to the hole "I think they are far enough, cmon people." He said, helping smaller kids through the hole, and letting everyone else pass

Kurse pulled himself up through the hole, pull-up style. "I have a feeling that smoking won't kill me," He said, scratching his new and old scars. "Hiding'll probably finish the job," He said, wiping some blood off of his back. The wound wasn't deep, so he walked over to his ligher and grabbed it. He hesitated for a moment. "Anyone wanna cauterize this for me?" He asked, seriously doubting someone would.

"Don't ask me..." Levias said, pulling out his katana and walking over to a training dummy he built. He repeatedly hit it with his katana for a few minutes, eyes and thoughts never leaving the dummy. He did one clean slice, cutting it in half. "Crap...Now I need another one..." He said to himself, before he hid his katana again. He pulled out his knife and started cutting randome stuff in teh junkyard just to have something to do

Handel had appeared from the whole, his head first then the rest of his body. He saw Kurse but he wasn't one who liked the sight of blood.

"I don't have the stomache!" he stated as he ran off down to the entrance to see where the police had gone.

sorry I haven't been posting lately))
Melissa would glance around,she dropped the meat she was holding and would ask aloud,pushing some of her hair from her face and adjusting her glasses a little,"who are you people?"
I might not be on for a couple days,just to infrom you guys))

Levias turned to the girl holding the meat and said "We're all homeless kids who don't want to stay in orphanages...Each of us has a different story..." He finished before he went to go carve something out of metal and pipes. He walked upt ot an old car and started carving out the parts.

( I think this is dead, please post if not)

Handel ran off back to his sleeping area and took out the voilin again. The sun was slowly setting and he could probably rack in a few more bucks with it. He ran out the barb wire and onto the streets and into a small park like area. He began to play a slow song, low and soothing, almost like the sun setting. He finished it as though the sun had set then he sped it up as though in a jazzy sense. The night was always full of mystery and adventure and thats exactly what he played through the violin.

People had gathered around him, tapping feet, clapping, snapping their fingers. They were enjoying this piece of music that he had created while he was at the orphanage. When he finished, people whistled and clapped for him. He took a bow and held out a cup. People threw in spare change, dollars, nickels, quarters. Someone had actually thrown in a twenty, whether by accident or on purpose Handel did not know and decided not to find out and ran quickly back to the junkyard. He estimated that he made probably around thirty some odd dollars and was proud of it.

Levias saw Handel run back with a cup full of cash and said "Handel, what's teh hurry?" in his low voice. He stood and looked in the cup befor enodding at the smaller child. "Good job..." He said before turning back into teh normal 'Levias' that he portrayed everyday.

(i think this is dead, pm me if not...)

(OOC: Is this one still going? Room for one more?)

((Nobody is posting, so I'm guessing its dead.))

(the last post was 4 days ago, thats nothing. It only takes two or three active roleplayers to keep things moving... anyway, nevermind eh?)

(I'll totally keep posting it's just something has to happen that's big, like oh1 maybe the town has decided to remove the junkyard or something.)

((I'll post, I mean, I liked the idea, I just had no clue what was going on for a little while...))

Ella Rose smoked her cigarette, observing the crowd of people around Handel. She wasn’t really following him, but she said she was going the town earlier that day. She had no clue where Cassie was, and the thought troubled her. The junkyard men still sent a shock of fear through her, as she remembered them.
The boy had talent, that was for sure, and she raised an eyebrow as she observed his winnings from afar. She could tell he was proud, and she smiled a bit.
“Hey, Handel.” Throwing the cigarette on the ground, and grinding it with her heel, she went up to him. “Careful with yer money. Don’t know how many people would knick it off of ya….” She paused, looking around. There were so many adults, they could easily get suspicious. She took a step back, so it looked like they weren’t really associating with one another. “What you gonna do with the cash though?”

(Alright, so Am I okay to join? And could someone give me a quick idea what's going on? I'm far too lazy to read all 5 pages..)

(okay yeah you can join! and what's happened so far is everyone brings something to the junkyard as their share of help. The junkyard men came to dump off a new load but it scared all the children. Then some girl stole something and the police came so Handel signaled the siren and everyone went to the sewers sort of to avoid the police who would send them to the orphanage. Then after that handel played the violin in front of people and made quite a lot of cash.)

IC: Handel looked up to see Ella Rose. He began to stash the cash inside the seams of his jackets, as to not cause suspicion. He kept the twenty dollar bill close to him. He flashed her a smile.

"Want to go get a decent meal with me?" he said with a toothy grin.

((Confusing, but I'm just gonna with it XD ))

She nodded her head, and she couldn't help but smile back. The younger kid was always smiling it seemed, and she never knew why Handel was so happy all the time. "Nice grin, but how do you keep your teeth so nice boy? Most kids 'round here all have yellow and crooked teeth," she commented, tilting her head to the side. Ella Rose dug her hands into her pockets.
The crowd was dispersing, but there were still too many people around. She hated the town. "So where are we going?"

Vincent silently followed Ella as she went to were Handel was playing his violin. His exceptional(if somewhat) rusty playing had seemed to earn him some money from passer- bys, but no real crowd had been formed. He stood a fair distance away from them, too many kids looking the way they did, and all in one place could raise someones suspicions. He pulled up his wide collar and leaned against a wall, looking at people through his ever darkening hair. Then, "So where are we going?" Ella Rosed asked.
Vincent took a couple steps closer, "What do you mean, `Where are we going?`, are we supposed to be going somewhere." he paused (for dramatic effect.)"This seems to be the only place we can go.Without the police dogging our heels, that is."

Handel looked around suddenly spotting Vincent.

"We are going to get a decent meal some place with the money I earned."

He brought Ella rose down to his level and whispered in her ear, "I'll tell you my secret later." Handel's smile always grabbed adult's attention and always seemed to get him on the good list with most. He knew the police were still trying to find that girl who stole the meat but at least they left the junkyard and were heading downtown.