Scar gets bored. ouo

Scar sat ontop of a small broken-down building, playing with one of her daggers. "It's boring." She muttered, referring to everyone she knew getting killed by the shadows. There seemed to be no people anymore to her. A light mere breeze blew her light brown pigtails and red scarf around.

Aravella walked down the quiet street, eyes closed and listening closely to her surroundings.

Scar turned her head. She saw a girl walk down the street. Might be fun to play around with, she thought. Scar jumped down from the building, approaching her, but then stopped. [i]What if she's like those monsters?[i] She thought again.

Aravella quickly turned around and grabbed her weapon, a sword. " Who's there?" She demanded.

Scar was behind a dumpster when she said that. She hid, and replied, "I'm a magical unicorn that lives inside your head!~".

Aravella rolled her eyes and walked forward. " Well that sucks, considering I'm allergic to unicorns. Especially the magic kind and besides, they're creepy." She said standing right by the dumpster. " Come out come out where ever you are, little unicorn!"

"Creepy, eh? Haha." She laughed, coming out from behind the dumpster.

Aravella smiled slightly. " Well not really, but whatever. Ah, so I see you're not a shadow, well that's a relief." She laughed as she ran her hand through her hair.

"You mean them blackies?" Scar asked.

Aravella raised an eyebrow. " Is that what you call them? Then yeah, the blackies."

"I wonder why them blackies are here. I heard from another gang on the streets awhile that this happened before." She said, turning her head to the direction her old city used to be in, before having to run away because of the over-flow of the shadows.

OOC: Lolwellofcourse. It became kind of a big deal afterwards and all the praise was heaped up on the Rebels and I'm sure lots of people talk about it... *Shot out of the topic*

(OOC: Weell, she lived in a different people, far from here. She be livin on the streets with the gangstahs. They usually ignore that kind of stuff, and say it's fake. It wasn't really the most 'friendly' place either, since it was like, a shopping district place thing. ouo)

Aravella nodded sadly. " I've heard that too. I don't know why they're here, I just know they shouldn't be." She almost growled, clenching her hands into fists.

"They shouldn't even of came. I will kill every last one of them, until they're instinct." She said coldly, looking down.

" Good luck with that." She mumbled before looking at the dismal sky.

"They killed my familly." She muttered. Scar put her hand on her long red scarf, grasping it. The scarf was a sign of her gang.

" Yeah, mine too. They kill a lot of people." She said as she looked at her feet.

"I thought we were the best.. now I'm the only one living. Anyway, what's your name?" She said.

" Aravella." She introduced herself. " What are you talking about?" She asked, looking confused.

"Oh, well, the 'family' I said was my gang. We were called the 'Red Elites', which explains my long red scarf. They were basicly my parents, since my old ones abandoned me." She said, "And I'm Scar.". Scar said her given gang name so easily then her real name.

" Oh I see." Aravella said. " That's horrible, all of it. Your parents leaving you, your gang dying-" She suddenly shut up, realizing all the sad memories that would stir up for Scar.

"Yeah." She replied, trying not to cry.

" I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything- I'm stupid and inconsiderate. Please just, forget it." Aravella staggered quickly, closing her eyes and shaking her head. " I'm sorry, I'm really, really sorry."

"It's okay, really." She said, smiling.