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Sky Evans

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Script

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Sky pushed the door of the bar open, sending it rocking back to hit the wall with a crash. "Fuck." the haggard looking winged youth cursed as he stumbled slightly through the door, shaking his hand in pain from the impact with the wood.

As the door swung shut behind him, Sky walked towards the bar counter, boots dragging slightly as he went. His black leather jacket was rolled up to the elbows, opened at the front to show his dirtied shirt. He rubbed his hands over a few suspicious prick-marks on his forearms absent-mindedly.

The youth slumped onto a stool at the bar, crossing his arms on the counter and resting his forehead on them, brushing his mussed up and slightly greasy light brown hair out of the way. Sky screwed his bloodshot brown eyes closed and let out a long sigh.

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Sky tilted his head slightly so that one eye could peer over at the new arrival in the bar. He said nothing, and after a few short moments he rotated his head back to rest his face on his arms.

He cursed the lack of a bartender. He needed the tap water, and that wasn't on the menu.

Maybe there was a tap in the bathroom that hadn't been sealed off to prevent elysium contamination. Elysium contamination was just what he needed. It was a lot cheaper than the actual thing.

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Sky vaguely registered the entrance of another person but made no move to acknowledge them. He clenched his fingers, nails scratching slightly on the counter. God he needed a hit, but he was stone broke. Maybe if he waited here long enough someone would try to hit the place with an elysium bomb and he could scrounge as much of the stuff as possible.

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Uhg. Now he had to sit up. And speak. That was effort. Pushing himself up off the counter, Sky turned to look at Kloe. His brown eyes were bloodshot and had bags beneath them, and he squinted at her irritably.

"What?" he asked tersely, voice slightly hoarse.

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"What are you, my mother?" Sky muttered, but he took the drink and took a long swig of it. "No, if you were my mother you wouldn't give a shit."

He sighed, placing the glass down and blinking to clear his vision. "I'm Sky." he said, doing his best to sound less aggressive. "Thanks, I guess."

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"What happened?" Sky repeated, shaking his head. "Nothing specific. Just another day." The half angel stretched his wings - the soft white feathers darkened with patches of dirt and, in places, missing.

"If you mean my mom, she kicked me out." he added. He didn't go into detail. When the girl flew through the window he jumped in alarm, scowling in her direction. He was a twitchy enough person without having people soar through the window without warning.

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Sky pulled his arm away from Kloe's hand defensively. He nodded his head wearily as she went on. "Yeah, it sucks. And I'm just broke. Things are ... things are fine, apart from that." The prick-marks on his forearms and his physical state told another story though.

He didn't have a problem. If he had money, he'd be able to afford all the stuff he needed and so he wouldn't be in this mess. It wouldn't be a problem. The money was the issue, nothing else.

He didn't say anything to Fee, or so much as acknowledge her bow other than to give her a suspicious look and turn back to the counter.

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With Kloe having departed, Sky reluctantly turned his attention to Fee. He hesitantly took her hand and shook it. "Sky." he replied tersely.

He'd just come here to try and scrounge some contaminated tap water. Not talk to people. Was that too much to ask?

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Sky blinked. "If you're offering..." he said. He had to admit he was hungry. Most of his money went on... other things, after all. Food was something he could scrounge far more easily. "Sounds like everyone in this place has been kicked out of somewhere or other." he remarked dryly.

He grimaced, running a hand through his mussed up hair. He had a splitting headache. He needed cash, bad.

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"I'll have whatever, man - I mean, girl, obviously. But the phrase..." he waved a hand, "You get me. But seriously, I'll eat anything." His expression softened somewhat, and he relaxed his posture a little.

As far as he could tell this person was just being genuinely nice. "Thanks, by the way. Money's... tight."

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Sky took a large bite of the sandwich, nodding his head and mumbling something incoherent through the mouthful. Swallowing, he cleared his throat. "Uh, I mean, yeah. Cool."

He was evidently somewhat occupied with the food. "So uh... you from Wing City?"

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Raising an eyebrow, Sky shrugged his shoulders. "That doesn't mean a lot to me, I'm not gonna lie." he said, "But I get the general idea I think."

He looked down at his hands again, wringing them together. "And as for a meal? Not a proper one, I guess. I've eaten here and there, I'm not starving or anything."

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Sky nodded with an appreciative smile, somewhat combating the otherwise haggard way he looked. "Thanks..." he said, "Is there- could I... that is to say, do you have any spare... money I could borrow?"

He wrung his hands together nervously. He hated to push his luck and take advantage of a stranger's kindness... well, that wasn't quite true. It made him a bit uncomfortable but it was a habit he'd been getting by on for a long time, long enough for him to try it wherever he could.

He needed that hit. And for that he needed money.

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"Thanks! That helps a lot!" Sky exclaimed, eyes widening at the woman's generosity. He stuffed the money into his pocket immediately, casting his eyes around suspiciously to see if anyone had been watching.

It was because of that that he spotted Shaunie with his phone. "Hey!" the youth yelled, scowling, "Why're you taking pictures? Did you take a picture of me?" Sky slid off of his stool, slightly unsteady on his feet for a few moments. "Are you with someone? Why did you take a picture of me?" he demanded.

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Sky scowled, flexing his battered wings self-consciously. "I don't want you taking my picture like I'm some sort of freakshow." he muttered angrily, "Are you working for my mom or something? Or for someone else? Who just takes photos of people because they want to? I don't buy it."

Sky was evidently paranoid. It didn't make much sense - why would his dealer be having someone take photos of him? It'd make much more sense if someone had, you know, punched him in the face and screamed 'where's the money'.

He wrung his hands nervously again, before he folded his arms around himself protectively, scratching at the needle marks.

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With a final suspicious glance at Shaunie, Sky sighed and turned away. He looked to Fee, pulling a chewed pen from his pocket and scribbling something down on a scrap of paper. "Here, this is my number." he mumbled, "Thank you again for the money, If I had some way to make it up I would... I'm gonna go, though. I'm getting antsy."

And by that, he meant that he wanted to find his dealer so that he could spend this money on more elysium. He figured ditching out on this girl without so much as contact details would be... yeah, he wasn't quite that level of douchebag, he liked to think.

"Bye, thanks again!" he said, before he hastened for the door, shoving his hands in his pockets.

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The peaceful, quiet air of the gardens was not the reason that Sky had chosen to come here, half-stumbling over the grass away from the main trail in order to find a secluded bench. Many came here for thoughtful contemplation, to admire the gorgeous flowers or just to relax and let their worries fade away.

Sky was here because home was too fucking far away. His hands were practically shaking as he half sat, half collapsed down onto the bench in the dim light of the late afternoon. His black leather jacket and shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, exposing pale forearms riddled with tell-tale little prick marks.

The half-angel was in a state. His clothes were dirty from lack of care in washing them, his hair was mussed and knotted for much the same reason - even his wings, once beautifully pure white, were grimy and even missing feathers in places. There were heavy bags under his eyes and scrapes and bruises visible scattered over his face and what skin was visible elsewhere.

Slightly bloodshot brown eyes darted around the small clearing with evident paranoia that he'd been followed as he shakily pulled a syringe from his pocket. He'd spent almost all the money that the girl in the bar had given him... what had her name been? He couldn't remember. All he remembered was the fact she'd given him cash. Maybe if he saw her again she'd give him more.

With a practised hand, biting his tongue and holding his breath to try and steady himself, Sky found the right spot on his arm and pressed the needle to his skin, slipping it inside and compressing. His breathing intensified slightly as the elysium flooded into him with what had at first been a bizarre tingling sensation, but now was like taking a gulp of water after weeks parched in the desert.

His attention on his surroundings became practically non-existent as he injected.

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[color=navy]After spending yet another couple days in the hospital, only to find that upon returning home, Gabby would not only be suspended from her training period with the Wing City Police Department, but also on an undisclosed period of grounding at home, Gabby had made a decision to ensure that she would have some kind of freedom from Casey's careful eye. Sure, she understood why she had to be under house arrest. She got that she needed to be watched, that there were people out in the city who were actively looking to harm her, but that didn't matter, mostly. She didn't particularly care that there was obvious danger in leaving the safety of her house. She wanted to get outside, to breathe fresh air and sit quietly away from other people's eyes. She didn't know if she needed to sing, or scream, or sit in silence or cry. It didn't matter. She simply wanted to do what she wanted to do without having to be told it was okay (or not).

So she'd broken out of her house, slipping a black jacket on and flipping the hood up over her brow. It obscurred her face, only slightly, hiding some of the extensive, yet healing bruising along the left side of her face. Stitches along her brow were covered by dark bangs, and the swelling in her eye had gone down enough to allow her eyes to open just a little. It was ideal. No brain damage, the doctors had said. She was pretty lucky for someone who had her head slammed in a door multiple times.

Her stomach twisted when she thought of Myles, who had only barely escaped with her life. She hadn't been able to help him, had she? She wasn't strong enough to help him. That needed to change. She needed to fix that.

Her eyes darted one way and then another, and she was determined to make sure no one was following her all the way out here. She ducked between topiaries, finally emerging in a clearing with a bench, the only other occupant hunched curiously over his arm.

She was about to pass them by, but then she saw the wings, and froz

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*She was about to pass them by, but then she saw the wings, and froze, and if that hadn't caught her attention, the needle in the boy's hand certainly would have.

She was silent for a moment, her mouth hanging open slightly, and then she took a step back.

Oh my god I hope he doesn't flip his lid on me...

Casey would kill her if she ended up hospitalized again.

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The flood of warmth and energy that washed over Sky was like bliss, and his eyes closed as he sank back in his seat, his harried, scowling expression softening slightly. Its contents discharged, he tossed the empty syringe carelessly to the ground.

A small shudder ran across his body along with a pleasant sensation of lightness, and when he blinked his eyes open again and finally saw Gabby, it took him a few moments for that to quickly sink into a mixture of shock and fear.

After all, a hooded, beaten-up looking figure that had snuck up on him in a secluded part of the gardens? The first place his addled mind was going to go was that she was out to hurt him, take his money or his drugs.

"Fuck!" he swore, trying to jump to his feet but succeeding only in crumpling forwards onto his knees, wobbling to try and get upright. His wings beat at the air in a feeble attempt to steady himself as he staggered up. He held his hands up, palms raised in a universal gesture of surrender and defensiveness.

"L-look, I don't have anything! I've not got any money, I don't have what you want, you've got the wrong guy!" he stammered, words mashing together as he tried to speak much faster than was clearly coherent.

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Gabby's eyes widened. She reached for her hood and pulled it sharply back, revealing soft features and wide, albeit a bit swollen brown eyes. "I didn't mean it!" she half-shouted, clapping her hands over her mouth and standing stock-still. She wasn't very tall, or intimidating. She was just as nervous as Sky was, in that moment.

"I was just walking and you surprised me." she said through her fingers, taking another step back. "Then I saw the wings and thought they were neat, then the needle and, well, not so much, um..."

She looked him over, her brow furrowing beneath dark bangs.

"God are you okay? I really didn't mean to startle you..."

She should have walked away, really, but she didn't She never did. She saw this kid, and immediately thought of Casper.

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Sky's breathing levelled out slightly as he realised that this girl wasn't about to attack him. It stayed unhealthily short, though, and he coughed raspingly into one hand as he tried to regain himself. "I'm fine!" he managed to spit out after a moment, letting out an uncomfortable laugh. "Ahaha, absolutely fine! Nothing to worry about here, nuh uh!"

Sky ran a hand over his forehead and through his hair, blinking as a brief hot flush came over him. The elysium was kicking his ass when it came to keeping himself together with regard to both appearances and thought.

He managed a bleary, half-hearted grin that cracked after a few seconds as he doubled over coughing. From his bent over position he lifted one hand, waving dismissively and giving another muffled call of "Honestly, fine, don't let-" cough, splutter "-appearances fool you!"

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She took a few steps forward, her expression unreadable for the moment. As she came closer on quiet steps, during his coughing spells, her eyes trailed towards the syringe that had fallen to the ground. Her brow knit.

"Is that stuff making you cough like that?" she asked, grimacing slightly. She didn't know what it was that kids did these days. It had been a little while since she'd been on the streets herself.

"You sure you don't need to see someone?"

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"No, no," Sky shook his head, "It's just a cough, chest bug, nothing big!" He was still spitting his words out like they were overflowing from his mouth. The half-angel straightened, following the woman's eyes to the discarded syringe.

Wringing his hands nervously, he shook his head again. "Yeah! I'm fine, that's just- that's nothing, you know? Not important." He self-consciously tugged his sleeves down to cover his forearms, despite it no doubt being too late to stop the woman seeing the prevalence of needle-marks. Sky cleared his throat and managed to briefly meet Gabby's eyes with his own bloodshot brown orbs. "I'm sure- I've got things in hand, don't worry! I'm just a stranger, anyway, what do you care?"

He laughed again, despite the awkward inappropriateness of the moment for it. "I'm just some kid, right?"

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Gabby hesitated for a moment, before she lifted her arm and pulled down the sleeve of her hoodie. Not just needle marks, but old scars and track-marks made obvious, dark lines against her pale skin. She was still watching Sky curiously.

"I don't know about being just...'some kid'. And...I guess I do care, in a way. I care cuz I kinda know where you're coming from, and I care because you don't."

She bent down to pick up the needle, then sat down on the bench.

"You don't have to be scared of me, y'know. I'm not going to bite, and I'm not going to judge either. You can chill out."