ok, i'd realize it wasn't then keep staring then i'd say "w-what are you?"

oc: what are you though..... satan?

oc: I take it your not? who, and what, are you?

oc: oh thats kinda sad, what's your name then?

(lol i haven't picked out a name for my oc) oc: ... Logan?

hold out hand to shake* oc(Logan now): nice to meet you J.J., have you seen anyone stealing stuff from back here?

logan looks confused

logan: uhhhhh

logan: how long have you been doing this???

logan: well my boss is making me pay for it...

logan: well, it doesn't matter, it was cheap stuff. do you have a home?

JJ. AH. OK. hMMMMMM. uHHH haaarold,, maybe,, uhh hm Harold, Luke, Yantze, Spider, Or Mischeif?

He no fully hail jesi man,, more or less possessed gravedigger,, but yes,, friends. Harold raises his eyebrows. "How'd you get in here.." being possesed and working at a church he just knows the boys a demon and they are in the attic of a church. cause uh thats where harold lives lmao

((very funni "This.. is holy ground little one.." Harold walks over, his glasses fully blocking out the view of his eyes in this light making him a tiny bit intimidating not to mention the well. faint smell of death & dirt lingering on him due to well. grave digger

((mcuh so. Harold doesnt address the kids comment and nods a bit. "We should get you out of here.. The bell towers much safer for you.. but its a bit drafty.."

((mcuh. Harold opens the hatch in the ceiling and a ladder folds down. "Come."

((yes "What?" he seems confused as he gestures for him to go up

((si "Funsee?"

((yes "Whats that mean? never heard that word before.."

"Not exactly..?"

Harold is quiet for a bit then shrugs.

"Up we go. You first.. dont want you fallin or somethin."

He follows slower.

"Oh. You can float."

"Thats pretty cool."

Harold looks surprised.

Harold chuckles soflty.

Harold is amused

Harold chuckles and sits down. "Comfy up there goofball?" Harolds skin along the back of his neck has an odd crack along it, and its very cold,, but thats quite literally the only thing (so far :]) that shows he's not quite,, normal.

"Good."

He smiles.

He laughs softly. "Awh."

"You just have a nice laugh."

Harold chuckles softly

Harold reaches up and pats his hands

Harold smiles

Harold smiles warmly

“Oh shush.” Harold chuckles softly. “But thank you.”

Harold is mildly amused. "Whats your name by the way?"

"Harold."

"Well thank you."

S.P.: ...Are you hungry? I can get you some food.

S.P.: ...What are you doing here?

S.P.: What's your name kid? *she got onto her knees and got a bit closer to him*

S.P.: My name is S.P.

S.P.: Likewise. *she smiled kindly*

S.P.: Do you like living here?

S.P.: Well..if you want you can come live with me, I live in a really big house. You'd love it.

S.P.: I'm giving YOU the choice, I want to help you. *she pat his head gently*

S.P.: Can I pick you up? You seem lonely. *she tilted her head a bit*

S.P.: *she picked him up and held him gently, her arms calming him if he wasn't already*

S.P.: ^w^ You're soft and warm. *she giggled a bit and hugged him*

S.P.: ^w^ So do you want to live with me at my home?

S.P.: You're going to love it, lucky for you I was just getting out of work. *she put him in her backpack, leaving the top of it unzipped so he could look around and breathe*

S.P.: *she started walking out of the building* It's only a few blocks away from here, look around while we're on our way there.

S.P.: *she walked along the sidewalk quickly* ^w^

S.P.: *soon she got to the front door of her big ass house, white and blue in color* We're here.

S.P.: You like it? *she smiled and opened the door*

S.P.: *she took him inside and set the backpack down, opening it up more for him to get out* Go ahead and look around kid.

S.P.: *she laughed silently and picked him up, taking him to the living room where white furniture and a giant tv hung with different gaming consoles on the shelf*

....um- you ok? you need medical attention? you look hurt-

...you hungry?

*pulls out bandages* come here please, i wont hurt you, i just wanna take a look

*moves his hair out of the way* eugh- that looks bad. how'd ya do that?- never mind- *puts bandage on gently* there

jeez- *smiles sympathetically* im Carson, you?

heh, call me Jack then, it's a nickname. and nice to meet you JJ

*sits* so, why are you here? you do realize that you're in a warehouse, right?

...well then... you have a home? you know anyone?

ill take that as a no... wanna come with me? i got nothin better to do *whispers: though i should go to work*

yeah no, its fine, i should probably go grab Lucas- but hes at work- sooooo we're on our own, aight, les go

*stands and holds out hand for him*

*pulls him up and lets go* lets get outta here- *turns to leave*

sorry bout that- had to do sum-)) any way- what cha wanna do?

wanna go to my house? i got homework to do- but screw that.

*walks outside and goes over to car* *opens passenger door for him*

*gets in and starts driving* you like any kind of music? food? people?

personality, what they look like, stuff like that

no reason, i was just saying stuff-

Fang : who are you

*wheezes in scare*