People Don't You Understand / The Child Needs a Helping Hand

[bingo_faced]

[It was warm -- that's why he chose it. Someone had told him it was all right. No one lived there, and sure, lots of squatters had claimed many of the rooms of the closely guarded secret, but the attic still had some space. He might find room to rest for the night there, assuming the secret hadn't gotten to many other ears in the time it had gotten

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[anekanta]

[As soon as Kara heard the ladder squeak, she tensed. She'd made it for three nights now without anyone coming up to the attic because it got so cold and damp thanks to its lack of windows. Cold and wet, sure, but it was a hell of a lot better than it was sleeping outside.

Burrowing into the nest of moldy blankets, she felt for the chipped handle of the handy Army knife she'd found, her fingers tightening around it. By the low light afforded by the candle, she could see the intruder was about medium-sized and she guessed she could take him if she had to. That was good news - Kara was damn tired of running.

He ventured in her direction as it was the driest and by the time he rounded the main support beam at a crouch, Kara was on her feet, her weapon tucked low in her sleeve but at the ready.]

This floor's occupied, pal, so if you wanna take all your parts outta here, you'd better just turn along and scram.

[bingo_faced]

[Al stiffens, eyes still trying to adjust to the dark as he looks in the direction of the girl's voice. He narrows his eyes, though it's more for effect than anything else.] The whole floor? Seems t'me like there's room. [He even points out the emptiness around him, figuring her eyes are much better adjusted and won't lose his meaning.]

[anekanta]

Well, it seems to me you're mistaken. [She gestured toward the hole in the floor.] Don't make me tell ya twice.

[bingo_faced]

[He placed his bag down, slowly, deliberately.] Looks like you're going to have to. Don't see your name on the deed, anyway.