Isaiah McKenshoews's Story

Charles heard a faint voice in the distance. It called his name quietly and made him felt nostalgic. Openning his eyes he faces wood, a few gears and cargo.

He placed his hands underneath himself and tries to get up, as his body felt extremely painful. "Had another of those falling dreams again?..." he mumbled as he got back on his feet. It was then that he looked around. He saw the gray cloudy sky and looked out at some sort of city around him. He fell on the floor as he noticed he was hovering on an airship. Although he tried to recall how he got there or whatever happened before he couldn't recall the slightest detail...

All he could feel was that everything felt off. And not in a 'I can't remember anything way.'

As he got back up and shook his head he saw a few men carry more cargo in and he hid behind a crate. At this point, Charles figured he should maybe ask them where he was or something like that...

Charles got up yet again and saw a boy around his age on a roof arguing with a rather odd man. "Wait... His clothes are... Different." he said as he looked at himself. "Might as well know something." He walked off his place and the foresman imediately kicked him off the ship. "Can you at least tell me where I am!?" Charles said as he clenched his teeth. "No? Alright..."

Charles got up once more and looked up at the boy. He grabbed a hook placed on top of a barrel and used it to help himself on the roof. "Hey." he waved at them as he climbed the top. "Errmm... Can you tell me Where I am?" he chuckled nervously as he said that. Were they gonna throw him off the roof now?

Izy once again tried getting the officer off his clothes, he succeeded again and ran straight for the roof top again.

He rested on the roof and tun began running across the roof tops to make sure the officer wouldn't see him again anytime soon. Then he saw people that didn't look like they were from round here....in-fact....they looked more like him.

Charles stood there watching the man leave and enter a book store. Soon after, the other boy snatched some clothes and ran again. He could've helped him. Charles reached for his pockets and had a leather wallet in them, some keys and a small switchblade. He discarded the knife and checked his wallet. He had some money but he figured he wouldn't be able to buy anything with it since he's... Well, different. Charles leaped off the roof and landed in a loud thud. As he made his way through the several houses and stores he wondered how he could get some clothes to fit in more, and then find the boy; Even though he probably knew as much as him, it would be a start. He kept wandering around in the streets having no idea what to do for a while, then thought he should maybe talk to the lady that 'saved' him and the other boy. Rushing through the streets he saw some people in a market, the food there was pretty easy to snatch, but he was no thief. Was he?...