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

[bingobangobongo]

[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 to his.]

[It was a treacherous climb up the rickety ladder, especially with a heavy bag in hand, but the warmth and being out of the blistering wind made it all worth it.]

[There was a candle in the middle of the attic, burning low to the ground. Everything else was pitch to his eyes, dark and oily and mysteriously black. Good. He could get some sleep.]

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[bingo-faced.livejournal.com]

All right. [Al nodded and pulled his sodden hood up, giving a shiver against the biting wind.] Somewhere warm, then.

[anekanta.livejournal.com]

And soon. [Nods on down the road.] Where we headed?

[bingo-faced.livejournal.com]

[He pointed ahead of them.] Down the street.

[anekanta.livejournal.com]

[Ask a stupid question... She smirks and hunches down into her coat.]