Stolen! (Reserved for Coy)

[wolfstar]

It was the end of the day. The sun was starting to set over the village. Everyone was starting to go home. All of the stores were starting to close down. The village square was starting to empty. But not everyone was going home for the night. There were some that still had some business to do.
A figure moved on the edge of the lower class side. Blue eyes flashed around. The figure moved forward slightly. It was a girl, only 12 in age. The beat up clothes she wore easily gave away that she was part of the lower class. It was clear that she didn't want to be seen by anyone.
Amy sneaked around the square, her eyes set on one of the venders. She had noticed that each day, the owner would go inside for a few minutes and leave all of his merchandise on display. It was the perfect chance to steal it. There weren't many people around so her chances of being seen weren't high.
Amy crept up so she was close to the cart. The owner walked off to do something like he did every night. No one was watching. Amy struck then. She grabbed an apple before turning and running to the lower class side.
Her hand clutched the stolen apple and she glanced over her shoulder, expecting some higher class jerk to come running and screaming after her. No one came.
Amy smiled. It didn't seem like anyone had seen her. She relaxed slightly. Walking back towards the lower class houses, she took a bite of her stolen apple.
Little did she know but someone had seen her take that apple.

[Coy]

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[atrb=style, width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style,width:20px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#768b93;]	[atrb=style, background:#768b93; color:#2a3c43; font-family: Arial; border-right: 3px solid #2a3c43; border-left: 3px solid #2a3c43; border-bottom: 3px solid #2a3c43;][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #b8c7cd; padding: 0px 8px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; font size: 12px;]I walk along the city streets[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #0e1f25; padding: 0px 10px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase]So dark with rage and fear[/style] [style=font-family: courier; color: #b8c7cd; padding: 0px 10px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: uppercase; font size: 15px; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; border-bottom: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-top: -5px;] And I, I wish that I could be that bird And fly away from here [/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #0e1f25; padding: 0px 5px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase;]“[/style][style=padding: 15px; color: 3b4244; font-family: times new roman; background: #90a5ac url(http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5981/letterbg.png); margin: -20px 20px -23px 20px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; border: 1px dotted #2a3c43;]Flea stood in the shadows of a tall building, a small blue bird perched on top of his shoulder. Every once in a while, he would whistle a short song to it, then the little bird would sing back. It's sweet voice made Flea smile, the birds always brought him comfort. The village square was almost empty today, only himself, a few older people strolling by, and what appeared to be another kid- a girl- that was around his age. Perhaps she was a tad older. The girl seemed in even worse condition than himself, of course that wasn't saying much. Though Flea wasn't rich, Atlas liked them to appear as clean as they could. If you appeared tidy; nobody thought twice about where your parents were. The way she was standing, watching the vendor leave, it was obvious what she was about to do. Steal. As Flea watched, the girl snatched an apple and ran. A bit behind her, still in the shadows, Flea also ran to catch up. He was curious now, why was she stealing that? The obvious answer was that she was hungry. But Flea wanted to know more. Once they were deeper into the lower class, the girl took a bite of the apple. That's when Flea stepped out of the shadows. “Hello,” he said softly. “Please don't freak out. I don't want to hurt you. I just saw what you did, it was impressive.” He offered a weak smile, hoping he hadn't scared her. [/style][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #0e1f25; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]”[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #0e1f25; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]― fusao "FLEA"[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: b8c7cd; border-top: 1px dotted #2a3c43; margin-bottom: -15px]TAGGED : TEXT HERE[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: b8c7cd; border-top: 1px dotted #2a3c43; margin-bottom: -15px]WORD COUNT : 252 WORDS[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: b8c7cd; border-top: 1px dotted #2a3c43; margin-bottom: -15px]NOTES : [/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: b8c7cd; border-top: 1px dotted #2a3c43; border-bottom: 1px dotted #2a3c43; margin-bottom: -15px]CREDITS : template by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/style]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#768b93;]	[atrb=style,width:20px]
	[cs=3][atrb=style, height:10px; background:#768b93;]

[wolfstar]

Amy walked down the streets, eating the apple that she had stolen. The only sound was the soft sound of her feet. She didn't notice the boy that had followed her.
She jumped as he spoke. Amy spun around, her hand going instinctively to her sword. Her feet posed to run. Her hand clutched her apple, afraid that this person might try to take it. It was the only thing that she had to eat.
What Amy saw in front of her surprised her. She hadn't expected this person to be a kid. She had been expecting something like an adult thinking that he could take what she had stolen.
Amy looked at this kid. He looked a little bit younger than her. She noticed how tidy he was but he didn't seem to be tidy enough to be from the upper class. Besides, what would an upper class jerk be doing here?
This kid’s words seemed to echo in her head. I don't want to hurt you.... It was impressive... She wasn't sure if she could believe him though. What if he was just trying to take her apple by being nice? She fingered with the handle of her sword.
Amy took a step back but decided that the kid wasn't a threat. She was also confident that she would be able to get out of there fast enough if he became a threat.
Slowly, Amy nodded to let the boy know that she had heard him. She took another bite of her apple, wondering what the kid would do now.

[Coy]

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[atrb=style, width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style,width:20px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#768b93;]	[atrb=style, background:#768b93; color:#2a3c43; font-family: Arial; border-right: 3px solid #2a3c43; border-left: 3px solid #2a3c43; border-bottom: 3px solid #2a3c43;][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #b8c7cd; padding: 0px 8px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; font size: 12px;]I walk along the city streets[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #0e1f25; padding: 0px 10px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase]So dark with rage and fear[/style] [style=font-family: courier; color: #b8c7cd; padding: 0px 10px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: uppercase; font size: 15px; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; border-bottom: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-top: -5px;] And I, I wish that I could be that bird And fly away from here [/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #0e1f25; padding: 0px 5px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase;]“[/style][style=padding: 15px; color: 3b4244; font-family: times new roman; background: #90a5ac url(http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5981/letterbg.png); margin: -20px 20px -23px 20px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; border: 1px dotted #2a3c43;]Flea could see the girl tense up, and he felt ashamed for scaring her at first. He shouldn't have stepped out behind her like like. Holding up his hands to show that he didn't want anything of hers, especially not her prized apple. He knew she wouldn't harm him unless he went at her first, which of course he had no intention of doing. When she reached for her sword, the little blue bird on his shoulder flew away in fright. Watching it leave with a sad little smile, Flea wished that he too could soar away. With the wind in his hair, no need to hide the burn on his cheek. The burn. Just thinking of it made Flea reach up and touch the two bandages on his cheek. They felt stringy, and they itched. But it was important that he keep the scar covered, or so said Atlas. If people noticed they would ask about it. If they asked, Flea would have to answer, right? And answering meant telling one truth that lead to another, and things could quickly get messy. So keeping this covered important, because from most people's views it looked just like he had scratched himself. And in this part of the village, little wounds weren't uncommon. “What's your name?” Flea asked the girl. “My name is Flea. In case you were wondering, I'm also lower class.” He leaned against a house, looking the girl over. Her long brown hair was knotted, her skin covered in dust and dirt. He felt pity. It was obvious that she didn't have the care his friends gave him. Softly he said, “That wasn't your first time stealing, was it?” [/style][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #0e1f25; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]”[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #0e1f25; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]― fusao "FLEA"[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: b8c7cd; border-top: 1px dotted #2a3c43; margin-bottom: -15px]TAGGED : TEXT HERE[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: b8c7cd; border-top: 1px dotted #2a3c43; margin-bottom: -15px]WORD COUNT : 284 WORDS[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: b8c7cd; border-top: 1px dotted #2a3c43; margin-bottom: -15px]NOTES : [/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: b8c7cd; border-top: 1px dotted #2a3c43; border-bottom: 1px dotted #2a3c43; margin-bottom: -15px]CREDITS : template by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/style]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#768b93;]	[atrb=style,width:20px]
	[cs=3][atrb=style, height:10px; background:#768b93;]

[wolfstar]

Amy could see the boy hold up his hands like he surrendered. She was almost positive now that he wasn't going to do anything. But one could never be sure.
That's when Amy noticed the little blue bird fly away. She realized that it had been on his shoulder the whole time. She hadn't noticed it tell now. Why is it flying away? Did I scare it? Amy wondered. She hadn't meant to scare to bird. She liked birds because of the beautiful songs they sang. Knowing that she scared it made her feel slightly guilty. Her eye's stayed on the bird until it was out of sight then returned to the boy.
The bird had trusted him. So maybe she should trust him.
Amy heard the boy ask for her name. She hesitated. The boy then told her his name. Flea? That's a strange name... Amy thought to herself. She still wasn't sure if she should tell Flea her name though. She still didn't trust him. But the bird had trusted him enough to land on his shoulder. They hardly did that to anyone. The birds wouldn't land on the shoulder of a bad person would they?
"Amy." She said though it was more of a whisper. Amy hadn't spoken in a while. There wasn't need to and who knows what could happen. One slip of the tongue and you could easily take a beating.
The last time she had spoken was to her little sister. She hadn't spoken since she had disappeared. Amy couldn't help but worry about her. There was no way Kali couldn’t survive by herself. Amy just hoped that she was alright and that she could find her soon.
Amy heard his last question. She shook her head no. It hadn't been her first time stealing and it wouldn't be her last either. She would steal many times in the future. She knew it. She would steal things until she could get a job to buy food. And maybe then, she would still have to steal.
Amy looked at Flea, not saying anything. She didn't want to speak unless he spoke to her. And even if he did, Amy still may not say anything.

[Coy]

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[atrb=style, width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style,width:20px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#768b93;]	[atrb=style, background:#768b93; color:#2a3c43; font-family: Arial; border-right: 3px solid #2a3c43; border-left: 3px solid #2a3c43; border-bottom: 3px solid #2a3c43;][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #b8c7cd; padding: 0px 8px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; font size: 12px;]I walk along the city streets[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #0e1f25; padding: 0px 10px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase]So dark with rage and fear[/style] [style=font-family: courier; color: #b8c7cd; padding: 0px 10px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: uppercase; font size: 15px; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; border-bottom: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-top: -5px;] And I, I wish that I could be that bird And fly away from here [/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #0e1f25; padding: 0px 5px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase;]“[/style][style=padding: 15px; color: 3b4244; font-family: times new roman; background: #90a5ac url(http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5981/letterbg.png); margin: -20px 20px -23px 20px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; border: 1px dotted #2a3c43;]Flea could see Amy focus on the little blue bird that flew away. She got a little glint in her eyes, a tiny glint of joy. Perhaps she too loved birds, and the sounds they made. There was something memorizing about them, something that Flea couldn't resist. The way they flew, the way they sang. Birds flocked together, they relied on one another. It reminded him of himself and his friends, they way they relied on one another, especially Atlas. He was the one with the job; Atlas kept them together. “Hello, Amy,” he said, trying to sound cheerful. “I saw you noticed the bird, do you like them too.” Flea sighed, a happy sigh. More softly he said, “They're like my friends, you know? I enjoy their company.” Smiling, Flea stepped a bit closer. He was careful to be cautious, as not to frighten the poor girl. She said, or more shook her head, no. She had stolen things before, quite a few times Flea guessed. The feeling that everybody wasn't as lucky to run into a guardian as he was made Flea feel sorrowful. Why was it they he deserved Atlas, Crow, and Switch? Why didn't this girl get a family, too? To him, it was plain that she hadn't any parents. No adults would let a child look this grimy or steal just an apple. In an even soften voice, Flea spoke. “You don't have parents either, do you?” He knew she would react badly to that, and so quickly he added, “I haven't them either, it's okay. Though Atlas is almost a father to me, or maybe an older brother. Either way, I know how you feel.” Gently, he touched the bandage on his cheek, hoping that she would understand. [/style][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #0e1f25; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]”[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #0e1f25; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]― fusao "FLEA"[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: b8c7cd; border-top: 1px dotted #2a3c43; margin-bottom: -15px]TAGGED : TEXT HERE[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: b8c7cd; border-top: 1px dotted #2a3c43; margin-bottom: -15px]WORD COUNT : 299 WORDS[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: b8c7cd; border-top: 1px dotted #2a3c43; margin-bottom: -15px]NOTES : [/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: b8c7cd; border-top: 1px dotted #2a3c43; border-bottom: 1px dotted #2a3c43; margin-bottom: -15px]CREDITS : template by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/style]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#768b93;]	[atrb=style,width:20px]
	[cs=3][atrb=style, height:10px; background:#768b93;]

[wolfstar]

Amy could hear the boy being cheerful. It had been a while since she had been cheerful, since she had smiled. But smiling was hard now and there was nothing to be happy about. Amy nodded a when he asked her if she liked the birds. Their songs were pretty and the way they could fly so gracefully. There was nothing to dislike about birds.
Amy watched him as Flea took a step forward but she didn't move. She just watched to make sure he didn't do anything. If he came any closer though then she would back up. That would be too close.
Amy took another bite of her apple. She didn't talk much so she really didn't need to worry about her mouth being full. It didn't matter.
She could see the pity in Flea's eyes. He must have parents and be happy. He must look at her and hope that this never happens to him. He must feel lucky. He should feel lucky to still have parents. That's what Amy thought. She couldn't have been more wrong.
Amy blinked when he mentioned parents. She shut her eyes, flashing back to the day that her father had died. How she had just stood there on the sidelines, not trying to do anything. Everyone told her that there was nothing she could have done but it didn't feel that way. She felt that she could have done something.
Then there was the day her mother died. Amy had panicked and hadn't known what to do. She should have known what to do though. She should have done something to save them.
Amy's hand went instinctively to her sword. It was a source of comfort that she could do something now. That she wasn't weak and she could protect the ones she cared about. Not that there were any left though.
Amy also thought of her little sister. She had just disappeared without a trace. No clues at all. While Amy had been stealing food, Kali had gone somewhere. Amy had refused to bring her, scared that she would get caught. Now Amy regretted that choice because Kali was gone. She had most likely died.
Amy shook her head. It was mainly to clear away the flashbacks and tears that had started forming in her eyes but it also meant no, she didn't have parents. She was alone in the world with no one to turn to.
Amy heard him say he had no parents. She looked at him. Flea was more like her then she thought. But Amy wondered why he was in such good condition then. She had struggled to keep herself like this which wasn't very impressive.
Amy could see him touch his bandage. It made her wonder what was under it. Probably something that he didn't want anyone to see. It probably wasn't a small wound healing then.
Amy realized that she had been clutching her sword since Flea had mentioned parents and knew that holding it might make him think that she was going to attack him. She let go of her sword. She would always hold it when she was nervous or scared. She didn't know why. She just would do it. It was something that never changed no matter where she was.

[Coy]

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[atrb=style, background:#768b93; border-top: 3px solid #2a3c43]	[atrb=style, background:#768b93; border-top: 3px solid #2a3c43]	[atrb=style, background:#768b93; border-top: 3px solid #2a3c43; border-right: 3px solid #2a3c43]

[atrb=style, width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style,width:20px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#768b93;]	[atrb=style, background:#768b93; color:#2a3c43; font-family: Arial; border-right: 3px solid #2a3c43; border-left: 3px solid #2a3c43; border-bottom: 3px solid #2a3c43;][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #b8c7cd; padding: 0px 8px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; font size: 12px;]I walk along the city streets[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #0e1f25; padding: 0px 10px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase]So dark with rage and fear[/style] [style=font-family: courier; color: #b8c7cd; padding: 0px 10px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: uppercase; font size: 15px; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; border-bottom: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-top: -5px;] And I, I wish that I could be that bird And fly away from here [/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #0e1f25; padding: 0px 5px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase;]“[/style][style=padding: 15px; color: 3b4244; font-family: times new roman; background: #90a5ac url(http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5981/letterbg.png); margin: -20px 20px -23px 20px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; border: 1px dotted #2a3c43;]Flea nodded, he could tell she was upset. The way she bowed her head and clutched her sword. At first, he was worried she might attack. Maybe he had angered her. It wasn't until her eyes were squeezed shut and that painful look passed across her face that Flea realized it wasn't him that she was bothered by, it was herself. An inner conflict, Flea knew that feeling. Like the times when he tried and tried to remember, it pained him so badly. He wanted to remember, he needed to remember. The problem was he couldn't He didn't even know his last name! Or his parent's name! He just knew his own name, and that was it. Brushing away a tear, Flea sat down. This girl was troubled. Maybe she needed someone to talk to. “Hey,” Flea said kindly. “You can talk if you need to. I've probably had it better than most orphans out there, but I struggle with something that most don't. I hardly know who I am.” He let that hang in the air, trying to read her expression. After a short moment of silence he continued. “I really don't know why I'm telling you this, but I don't think you'd turn me in. We're kind of alike, ya know? I've just never really told anybody but the gang. The thing is, I can't remember anything about my past. Not a single bit. I don't know who my parents are- were- and I don't even know my last name. I only name my real first name, Fusao. It was weird. One day, I just woke up. I didn't know who I was or why I was there. I remember being hot and tired, my stomach felt queasy and my head was felt like it was floating. I was lying on a dirt road, and a large crowd of people were gather a block or so down. In front of them was a building ablaze. I-I think that was my house. On my cheek, under this bandage,” he pointed to the thing on his face, “is a scar. A burn scar. I think I escaped from there, but I'm not certain. I never will be. After that, I ran. The one lucky thing that happened was me running into Atlas. His real name is actually Aito, and he is only sixteen. But he took me in, he cared for me and tried to help me remember. But I can't, no matter how hard I try. Over the years- two of them- we picked up Switch and Crow. The four of us live together, in an abandoned house. That's why I look normal, Atlas makes us take care of ourselves.” He paused for a bit, not knowing how to finish. “I guess that I haven't had it as rough as you, but that's my story.” Stretching his legs out, he let out a long, low whistle. Maybe a bird nearby would hear and come by. He hoped that Amy would understand why he told her everything, he wanted to help her. Maybe since he opened up, she would too. Perhaps talking would help ease her burden. [/style][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #0e1f25; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]”[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #0e1f25; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]― fusao "FLEA"[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: b8c7cd; border-top: 1px dotted #2a3c43; margin-bottom: -15px]TAGGED : TEXT HERE[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: b8c7cd; border-top: 1px dotted #2a3c43; margin-bottom: -15px]WORD COUNT : 532 WORDS[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: b8c7cd; border-top: 1px dotted #2a3c43; margin-bottom: -15px]NOTES : [/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: b8c7cd; border-top: 1px dotted #2a3c43; border-bottom: 1px dotted #2a3c43; margin-bottom: -15px]CREDITS : template by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/style]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#768b93;]	[atrb=style,width:20px]
	[cs=3][atrb=style, height:10px; background:#768b93;]

[wolfstar]

Amy took a deep breath and looked up and was able to see Flea wipe a tear away from his eye. Why is he crying? Amy wondered, still feeling regretful about the events. She listened to him.
How can he hardly know who he is? Amy thought before Flea started to tell his story. It must have been hard to lose his memory but at least he couldn't regret things from the past. He couldn't remember them so there was nothing to regret.
Amy sat down in the middle of Flea's story. She was still eating the apple she had stolen.
Amy wondered why he told her this though. Didn't talking about it make it worse? Wasn't it like remembering it? Wasn't it better to just try and forget so you didn't regret your actions?
Amy looked down at the ground. Didn't thinking about it make the regret come more and harder to bare? She didn't understand how talking about it would help any. She didn't understand why he had told her all of that. She didn't understand why he wanted to know about her past.

[Coy]

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[atrb=style, background:#768b93; border-top: 3px solid #2a3c43]	[atrb=style, background:#768b93; border-top: 3px solid #2a3c43]	[atrb=style, background:#768b93; border-top: 3px solid #2a3c43; border-right: 3px solid #2a3c43]

[atrb=style, width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style,width:20px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#768b93;]	[atrb=style, background:#768b93; color:#2a3c43; font-family: Arial; border-right: 3px solid #2a3c43; border-left: 3px solid #2a3c43; border-bottom: 3px solid #2a3c43;][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #b8c7cd; padding: 0px 8px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; font size: 12px;]I walk along the city streets[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #0e1f25; padding: 0px 10px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase]So dark with rage and fear[/style] [style=font-family: courier; color: #b8c7cd; padding: 0px 10px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: uppercase; font size: 15px; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; border-bottom: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-top: -5px;] And I, I wish that I could be that bird And fly away from here [/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #0e1f25; padding: 0px 5px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase;]“[/style][style=padding: 15px; color: 3b4244; font-family: times new roman; background: #90a5ac url(http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5981/letterbg.png); margin: -20px 20px -23px 20px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; border: 1px dotted #2a3c43;]Flea studied Amy's face, she seemed confused. The way she pursed her lips and looked down to the ground said it all. He wanted to say something, but was lost for words. So he did what he always did when he couldn't speak. He sang. His voice rang out clear and soft through the empty area they were in. Nobody else was around, and so the words bounced across building to building. ”Try to remember the kind of September When life was slow and oh, so mellow. Try to remember the kind of September When grass was green and grain was yellow.” His fingers began to draw shapes in the dirt. Little boxes and swirls, things to go along with the melody of the song. As he continued the song, he closed his eyes and let his thoughts take over. ”Try to remember the kind of September When you were a tender and callow fellow. Try to remember, and if you remember, Then follow.” He wasn't self-conscious when he was singing. While he sang, Flea went to another place. Another world. One where he knew who he was, he was the music. ”Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow, Follow, follow, follow, follow. “ Ending the song, Flea stopped his drawing in the dirt. Before him lay a pattern of odd squiggles and circles. Looking to Amy he realized what he had just done. Him randomly singing could have creeped her out, and it was weird for him to sing in front of somebody he didn't really know. His face reddening, Flea turned away and smeared dirt over his scribbles. First he had practically told her his life story, and then he had sang. What was up with him today? Why was he opening up so much? [/style][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #0e1f25; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]”[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #0e1f25; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]― fusao "FLEA"[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: b8c7cd; border-top: 1px dotted #2a3c43; margin-bottom: -15px]TAGGED : TEXT HERE[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: b8c7cd; border-top: 1px dotted #2a3c43; margin-bottom: -15px]WORD COUNT : 296 WORDS[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: b8c7cd; border-top: 1px dotted #2a3c43; margin-bottom: -15px]NOTES : [/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: b8c7cd; border-top: 1px dotted #2a3c43; border-bottom: 1px dotted #2a3c43; margin-bottom: -15px]CREDITS : template by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/style]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#768b93;]	[atrb=style,width:20px]
	[cs=3][atrb=style, height:10px; background:#768b93;]

[wolfstar]

Amy blinked in surprise when Flea started to sing. She hadn't expected him to be so good at it. She hadn't expected him to sing at all.
She recognized the lyrics almost instantly. She could remember singing this song. Hearing this boy sing it brought back those memories. But the memories didn't bring pain and regret, Amy felt happy as she listened to the song. She could see him doodling with a stick in the dirt.
As flea finished, Amy could see the embarrassment in his face. The way his face was flushed red and how he avoided her gaze. But still, a stupid little grin was growing on her face. The words seemed to be on the tip of her tongue, just begging to be sang.
It had been a while since she had sung but Amy didn't care. She opened her mouth and started to sing the same song that Flea had sang.
”Try to remember the kind of September
When life was slow and oh, so mellow.
Try to remember the kind of September
When grass was green and grain was yellow.”
Amy's voice rang out between the buildings. Her voice was still has she remembered it. Even though she hadn't sang in a long time, she could still sing good. Her eyes closed as she sang the song.
”Try to remember the kind of September
When you were a tender and callow fellow.
Try to remember, and if you remember,
Then follow.”
The smile was growing on her face. Amy really did enjoy singing. She didn't really get why she was doing it in front of Flea though. She hardly sang to herself yet alone other people. Maybe she was doing it because he had sung for her.
”Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow,
Follow, follow, follow, follow. “
Amy finished the song and opened her eyes. There was a grin on her face. It had felt good to sing again. She looked over at Flea, smiling, to see what his reaction was to this.

[Coy]

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[atrb=style, background:#768b93; height: 10px;]	[atrb=style, background:#768b93; height: 10px;]	[atrb=style, background:#768b93; height: 10px; width: 125px]	[atrb=style, background:#768b93; height: 10px; width:10px][rs=2]
[atrb=style, background:#768b93; border-top: 3px solid #2a3c43]	[atrb=style, background:#768b93; border-top: 3px solid #2a3c43]	[atrb=style, background:#768b93; border-top: 3px solid #2a3c43; border-right: 3px solid #2a3c43]

[atrb=style, width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style,width:20px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#768b93;]	[atrb=style, background:#768b93; color:#2a3c43; font-family: Arial; border-right: 3px solid #2a3c43; border-left: 3px solid #2a3c43; border-bottom: 3px solid #2a3c43;][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #b8c7cd; padding: 0px 8px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; font size: 12px;]I walk along the city streets[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #0e1f25; padding: 0px 10px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase]So dark with rage and fear[/style] [style=font-family: courier; color: #b8c7cd; padding: 0px 10px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: uppercase; font size: 15px; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; border-bottom: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-top: -5px;] And I, I wish that I could be that bird And fly away from here [/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #0e1f25; padding: 0px 5px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase;]“[/style][style=padding: 15px; color: 3b4244; font-family: times new roman; background: #90a5ac url(http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5981/letterbg.png); margin: -20px 20px -23px 20px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; border: 1px dotted #2a3c43;]Flea was shocked for a second or two, he wasn't expecting the girl to start singing too. Much less for her voice to be that good! Slowly, a wide grin stretched out upon his face. It grew and grew until a bubbling laughter escape his mouth and came flowing out. “You're great,” he breathed. “That was amazing! I don't think I've met anyone else who could sing like that!” A few birds were now perched upon the roof of a house nearby. Their beady eyes were focused on the pair, their heads cocked like, 'Why aren't you singing anymore?'. Holding out a finger, Flea let out a series of flowing whistles, he was whistling the song that he and Amy had just sung. The same little blue bird instantly flew to his finger, and Flea giggled. Stroking the birds feathers, he turned to Amy. “It's real easy to get them to trust you. Just be gentle. It also helps if you got a good voice and whistle, which you got.” Gently setting the blue bird on his shoulder, Flea motioned for Amy to watch. Again, he held out a finger and calmed his body. Whistling the song loud and clear, Flea cleared his mind of all thoughts other than the tune. Another bird flew to his finger. This time a medium sized yellow one. Giving it a small stroke, Flea reached into his pockets and pulled out a few bread crumbs. Tossing them a few yards away, he let the yellow bird fly off and eat them. To his surprise, the blue bird remained perched on his should, grooming its feathers. “Try it,” he told Amy. [/style][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #0e1f25; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]”[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #0e1f25; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]― fusao "FLEA"[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: b8c7cd; border-top: 1px dotted #2a3c43; margin-bottom: -15px]TAGGED : TEXT HERE[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: b8c7cd; border-top: 1px dotted #2a3c43; margin-bottom: -15px]WORD COUNT : 280 WORDS[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: b8c7cd; border-top: 1px dotted #2a3c43; margin-bottom: -15px]NOTES : [/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: b8c7cd; border-top: 1px dotted #2a3c43; border-bottom: 1px dotted #2a3c43; margin-bottom: -15px]CREDITS : template by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/style]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#768b93;]	[atrb=style,width:20px]
	[cs=3][atrb=style, height:10px; background:#768b93;]

[wolfstar]

Amy could see Flea's joy in the way he smiled and laughed. She smiled at his compliment. She could see why the birds had trusted him.
"You’re pretty good too." Amy said. Her voice slightly louder than when she had said her name. She was starting to trust him and that didn't happen often. It normally didn't happen this fast either. But she didn't normally sing for people.
Amy heard his whistle. She could tell it was the same song that they had sung. She could see the birds watching them. Amy watched the little blue bird land on Flea's hand. She didn't know that it was the same bird from before but she did wonder about it.
Amy nodded when Flea told her to try it. Sucking in a breath and holding her hand out, she whistled the tune to the song. It was more ruff then when Flea had done it but that was because she whistled even less then she sang. Amy had only whistled once or twice before.
A little red bird watched her and cocked its head. Amy noticed this. Not feeling discouraged, she whistled the tune again. It sounded a bit better than before.
The red bird flew down and landed on her hand, tweeting happily. Amy smiled at this. She was happy. There was a spark of joy in her eyes. One that hadn't been there for a while.

[Coy]

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Amy's smiled brighter at Flea's comment though her eyes never left the bird. She did glance at him when he named the bird though. Did that mean he was going to keep it? Would the bird even stay with him?
Amy looked back at the bird on her hand. It cocked its head at her before jumping up her arm and onto her shoulder. It sat there preening itself like all birds do. Amy watched it, happily.
She glanced up at Flea's comment. Thinking about it for a second, she nodded in agreement. She hadn't forgotten how to be happy; it was just that there had been nothing to be happy about before. But now there was a reason to be happy.
Amy had done what it had said to in the song. It didn't seem like very many people could do this but it was important to remember how to be happy. It was better for everyone.
Amy still didn't talk much but she was talking more then she normally did. Normally she didn't talk at all. Her gaze returned to the bird that was perched on her shoulder. Happily, she started to hum a tune that she remembered. She always had liked to hum when she was happy.