?Avy! C?mon Avy where are you hiding at?!??
The twin girls rushed inside the abandoned theater, both of them pale and rail thin with bright blue eyes. The only separation of the two was the choice of the clothes they wore. One dressed in bright colors with canary yellow hair with a hippie bohemian flare and the other dressed in darks with purple dyed hair with black tips and gothic fashion. The pair stopped on the stage and looked around for the one they were starting to consider the Ring leader in their little group of misfits.
??ey Mockin? Jay, Nightengale. Wha? tis tha word??
The pair turned toward the warm brogue coming from stage left to grin eagerly at the sleek, toned woman leaning against the ropes before dashing over to the older girl to throw themselves literally in Avy?s embrace. The vibrant and rich tones of the twins? voices blended to become pleasant in her ears as she hugged the pair in greeting.
?You should see what we got this time, Avy!?
?Oh aye? Still robbin? from da rich and givin? ta us poor eh??
The soft chuckle rustled and rummaged through Avy?s vivid brogue as pale green eyes flashed with mirth at the notion of all that the little misfits were doing. Ever since Avy had found the twins on the street she had ended up collecting the street urchins and lost souls like new pets.
Taking care of them and bringing them back to health if they needed it. There was a constant vibe of Avy?s nature to make sure they were fed, clothed, and taken care of. Avy couldn?t help but think that she was just doing it to make amends for her own faults and mistakes.
Arms thrown around the slender shoulders of both girls she nudged them along to the old dressing rooms of the theater that now had become the place to bunker down in. Judging by the state of the twins it seemed perfect to have such a safe house for them to return to.
Nightengale still looked shaky from her withdrawals and just as rain soaked as her sister. To Avy it was just more of a reason to keep the place safe and open for the kids no matter what the cost or the risk.
A side glance was spared to Mouse perched on a stool she was dwarfed on, judging that Mouse was only a six year old girl with shaggy brown hair and impish brown eyes. The way the girl peered at her reflection had Avy grinning before her gaze caught on her own reflection with a rueful smile. Those pale green eyes were playing a dramatic history in the background forged of moments lost and forsaken lovers.
Fingers reached out to ruffle Mouse?s hair with a wink before she was heading off with the girls to separate out the goods for the night . A rag tag bunch they were but to Avy they were family. It was funny to think that for one like Avy that had only been concerned about the love and lives of two she now was fully absorbed in taking care of an entire litter of kids and teenagers.
?Avy are you going to take us out tonight?!? You promised?!?
?Course ah?m goin? ta take ye out, gels, jus? get yerselves ready!?
Grinning from ear to ear, Avy shook her head as she watched the girls run off to prepare for a festive night of celebrations at the local pub. Sure Avy didn?t have much money to her disposal but what they couldn?t find they all could steal. It wasn?t the best way of living but it was something.
It still was something so strange to deal with as she watched the twins retreat gossiping and giggling to themselves. Well into their twenties the girls still held the eager anticipation of fresh, young teenagers. Still they figured Avy as one of their own, and surely Avy fit and looked the part as a twenty-three year old runaway that worked random odd and end jobs. Funny thing was, the appearance couldn?t be any farther from the truth.
If only they knew?
The twin girls rushed inside the abandoned theater, both of them pale and rail thin with bright blue eyes. The only separation of the two was the choice of the clothes they wore. One dressed in bright colors with canary yellow hair with a hippie bohemian flare and the other dressed in darks with purple dyed hair with black tips and gothic fashion. The pair stopped on the stage and looked around for the one they were starting to consider the Ring leader in their little group of misfits.
??ey Mockin? Jay, Nightengale. Wha? tis tha word??
The pair turned toward the warm brogue coming from stage left to grin eagerly at the sleek, toned woman leaning against the ropes before dashing over to the older girl to throw themselves literally in Avy?s embrace. The vibrant and rich tones of the twins? voices blended to become pleasant in her ears as she hugged the pair in greeting.
?You should see what we got this time, Avy!?
?Oh aye? Still robbin? from da rich and givin? ta us poor eh??
The soft chuckle rustled and rummaged through Avy?s vivid brogue as pale green eyes flashed with mirth at the notion of all that the little misfits were doing. Ever since Avy had found the twins on the street she had ended up collecting the street urchins and lost souls like new pets.
Taking care of them and bringing them back to health if they needed it. There was a constant vibe of Avy?s nature to make sure they were fed, clothed, and taken care of. Avy couldn?t help but think that she was just doing it to make amends for her own faults and mistakes.
Arms thrown around the slender shoulders of both girls she nudged them along to the old dressing rooms of the theater that now had become the place to bunker down in. Judging by the state of the twins it seemed perfect to have such a safe house for them to return to.
Nightengale still looked shaky from her withdrawals and just as rain soaked as her sister. To Avy it was just more of a reason to keep the place safe and open for the kids no matter what the cost or the risk.
A side glance was spared to Mouse perched on a stool she was dwarfed on, judging that Mouse was only a six year old girl with shaggy brown hair and impish brown eyes. The way the girl peered at her reflection had Avy grinning before her gaze caught on her own reflection with a rueful smile. Those pale green eyes were playing a dramatic history in the background forged of moments lost and forsaken lovers.
Fingers reached out to ruffle Mouse?s hair with a wink before she was heading off with the girls to separate out the goods for the night . A rag tag bunch they were but to Avy they were family. It was funny to think that for one like Avy that had only been concerned about the love and lives of two she now was fully absorbed in taking care of an entire litter of kids and teenagers.
?Avy are you going to take us out tonight?!? You promised?!?
?Course ah?m goin? ta take ye out, gels, jus? get yerselves ready!?
Grinning from ear to ear, Avy shook her head as she watched the girls run off to prepare for a festive night of celebrations at the local pub. Sure Avy didn?t have much money to her disposal but what they couldn?t find they all could steal. It wasn?t the best way of living but it was something.
It still was something so strange to deal with as she watched the twins retreat gossiping and giggling to themselves. Well into their twenties the girls still held the eager anticipation of fresh, young teenagers. Still they figured Avy as one of their own, and surely Avy fit and looked the part as a twenty-three year old runaway that worked random odd and end jobs. Funny thing was, the appearance couldn?t be any farther from the truth.
If only they knew?