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What a way to wake up--interrupted by miners. What he once thought was a lovely cave and a perfect place to nap for a long while had quickly grown up around him in the long time that he had been asleep-- and now there was civilization where nature had once been. The man himself looked aged, wearing a basic coat that had once covered his figure, but now was eaten away at, filthy, and had mold clinging to it. His hair was overgrown and messy, and he himself had become a little bit paler than usual, due to lack of sunlight. He felt his stomach rumble and looked up at the city he was now in, either ignoring or unaware of any stares he may have received.
"Food..." He mumbled to himself, and began his search for a half-decent place to eat, even if that half decent place was simply a garbage can.

Inside an art supply store a young woman paced along the short isles. Light brown dreads, dark make up on lightly tanned flesh. An odd assortment of three shirts hug her torso, and ripped acid wash jeans tuck into a pair of calf height combat boots. Various bracelets encase her wrists, and a pair of fingerless gloves on her hands. And odd looking woman for sure, her oddities were increased by the metal rod that swung from her belt and the two daggers that were strapped to her thighs were spotted.

However odd or potentially dangerous she might look from her appearance, She looked rather at home among the art supplies. Obviously not a fighter by choice. After selecting a sketch pad, some willow charcoal, and a new set of water color pencils the woman went to the cash paid and left.

Liethell wandered the city, completely baffled by the obscene amount of people. He wondered if all humans bred like rabbits as he sped across the road. He dodged out of the path of an oncoming car, which nearly scared the pants off the man. He scuttled to the sidewalk and cling to the walls of buildings. He noticed a strange person in front of him, a person with dreadlocks and strange clothes, carrying willow charcoal. He perked up--willow charcoal! He trotted a little faster, as to catch up with the young woman.
"E-excuse me, missus?" He cleared his throat. "Missus! Could I ask you a favor?"

Billy had a few more stops to make today before returning to Tatz N Things, the place she worked, and conveniently lived due to the fact that the shop, and the building it was located in is owned by the same person. Stopping at a corner store she got a couple packs of smokes, today`s news paper, and a tattoo mag. As she left the store the sound of a car horn blared, her violet eyes turned to the source. A brow arched as she watched a man with a mop of brown hair, and a ragged coat dodge a car. She shrugged it off figuring it was a homeless man, as he scuttled to the walls near her, she didn`t even really listen to him as he started to speak. She figured it would be something about nearly getting hit.

Billy started up the street, The post office in mind. Her initial reason for coming to town. Picking up the package of ink refills she was waiting for. However as excuse me, missus hit her ear she paused and looked over her shoulder. "Uh, all depends what it is." She said honestly, Billy never committed to anything before knowing what it entailed

The man stopped to look her over. She was no lady of the twenties that he was used to, and it caught him off guard to see a woman wearing pants. He shook his head, as if it would help remove his confusion, and eyed the charcoal.
"C-can I have a little charcoal? I haven't eaten in a long while..." He shook a little, especially as people walked by and brushed into him. Such close contact--How did the other woman manage to stay so calm, he wondered.

Was well aware of the fact that some people were not what the seemed but she looked a bit flabbergasted when he asked for charcoal to eat. She perked a brow as he began to shake. "Uh...sure." she says. She crouched in the middle of the sidewalk whilst people went around her. Billy searched for through the bag of stuff she had gotten at the art shop. Soon she pulled out a clear tube that was about 7 and 1/2 inches long. Inside the tube there were pieces of charcoal. She hesitated a moment, about to ask if he really ate charcoal but soon she held out the tube towards him. "Here..." she would say as she looked up to him.

Liethell took the tube and began to suck on it, as one does on a candy cane. He nodded and began to speak with his mouth full.
"Th-thank you, ma'am...M-may I ask one more question? What time am I?" He looked around at some of the taller buildings. "It's a bit...frightening here. Nothing's the way I remember it." He finally noticed her bag and, without invitation, held it open a bit wider to see it's contents. "What are all of these for? What is your name?" He continued to ask in a haphazard manner, asking whatever question hit him.

Billy blinked as he sucked on the whole tube, "Uh..you might wanna..uncap the tube...and pull some out.." she reached up and scratched the back of her head. She dismissed his talking with his mouth full, She lived with men, well her boyfriend, and his son. So manners weren't usually in mind for her. She perked a brow to him as he asked what time he was. She took a moment eying him a bit, he was obviously more than he seemed. "Well 2012..." she trailed off looking at her wrist, to the watch that was there among the bracelets. "About 4:45pm to be exact."

As he helped himself to her bag, "Oi" was uttered. "Art supplies." she answered the first question then blinked to the second. She drew her bag away from him hands and straightened up. "Billy." she finally answered the second question. Now it was her turn to barrage him with questions, "Who are you? You're not from around here are you?"

Liethell took the tube out of his mouth and uncapped it. Indeed, it needed to be uncapped. He fiddled with the cap for a moment before he freed the charcoal, then took a large chomp out of it. He left the bag alone after she explained it's contents, then cocked a head at her watch.
"Billy's a masculine name, isn't it? Are you a male?" He almost seemed to forget to answer the questions aimed at him, but he quickly shook his head once more and nodded.
"I-If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to be called Liethell! I think I'm from around here...but I don't remember so many buildings." He shrugged a little and examined the concrete below his feet. "It happens sometimes though...I believe I'm awfully lost." He looked back up at her, almost expectantly, as if she could wave her hand and fix everything.

Billy watched him uncapping the charcoal, and when he chomped down on the brittle bits of willow, she nearly winced. There went the hope of her finishing that piece any time soon. "Well at least it pretty much evens out to the cost of the a meal at a fast food joint." she mumbled.

As Leithell questioned her about her name she just simply smiled and shrugged, "A nickname, I'm not fond of my real name." She had her own reasons for loathing her own name, and refusing to answer to it. Those who made the mistake of calling her that risked at the very least the cold shoulder. "But if you can't handle calling a woman by a masculine name. You can call me Cooper." she realized that this too was a fairly masculine name but it didn't really bother her much.

She listened to him introduce himself and tell his story where she regarded him quietly, "I see..." she blinked to him when she realized he was pretty much expecting her to fix things. "Uh..." she still wasn't sure if Leithell is a crazy bum, or something else. "Well....You mentioned your lost. Where are you trying to go....?"

Liethell noticed her face and tilted his head a little. He listened to her with his head tilted, wondering why she was named both Billy and Cooper. He offered the piece to her.
"You can have some too, if you're hungry...I'm not sure if you know the way. Many people don't, whenever I ask.." He kicked the dust in the cracks of the sidewalk, watching it fly a short ways and settle. "It's been a long while, a-and I've decided maybe I ought to head on home." He then looked back up her, staring straight into her eyes. "I-I mean, after a while, parents die, right?" He shook his head yet again, to stir up his thoughts a little. "It's all well if you don't know the way. You see, I'm trying to get to Hell."

She declined gracefully, "No thank you, I just ate." apparently she had more manners than her appearance would have hinted at. She watched him seem sheepish as he said people didn't usually know. Her brow flared as he said home, well perhaps he is just a crazy..charcoal eating bum She decided against that theory about the same time he looked her in the eye. The response that came to mind wasnot quick enough for my liking, but what she said was, "Eventually."

She shifted abit as he shook his head, she switched the bag around to her other her hand as he began to speak. Again her brow flared, "Uh...well." she said giving him another look. "You might wanna give me a bit more to go on. The only hell I know of is the one christians claim the sinners go to." she says in nearly a scoff. "You're here to screw around with me, someone paid you to do this didn't they?" she figured he was eating charcoal, and claiming hell as his home because he lost a bet, or was dared. All along those lines of thinking.

Her violet eyes narrowed a bit and she began looking around for someone to be watching the even unfold, but she couldn't see any one. Just people going about their lives and their daily business. Her gaze settled back on him, "I don't see anyone one...you're either telling the truth or you're just messing with me." She sighed a bit

Liethell listened to her speak, pondering at length the probability of this strange 'christian' group being correct about the location of Hell. He stared at the ground, silent for a while, before he began to walk around her in circles.

"I-I'm sorry ma'am, I don't know what 'christians' are...not very well, anyways." He looked back up at her, trying to keep his gaze focused instead of all over the place like he had been. "I'm also not sure what 'screwing' with someone means...I-I'm pretty sure I'm telling the truth. I just want to go back home, y-you know? People there have to be a little more like me, r-right?" He began twiddling the piece of charcoal in his hands. "Do you know anyone who could take me there?"

Saw the look on his face, she arched a brow. "If you're thinking about going and looking for some I would advise against that." she figured one of two things would happen there. He'd be committed to the looney bin, or he's pick the wrong group (the scary extremist cult kind) and end up dead. As Liet began walking circles around her she scratched the back of her head and her eyes followed him. She sighed a bit as he began to stammer and talking about going back home. She felt a bit bad for him, and began to think perhaps he was just a demon boy who just stuck here.

A little sigh came from him, "Well I don't know how to get to Hell, if I did I would have put my father there years ago..." she trialed off a moment, "I highly doubt that...but who knows....My boss is full of surprises." she hesitated a moment, "So if you like...come with me. I'll take ya to TNT, if Kyle doesn't know chances are he might be able to point ya towards some one who can."

Liethell stopped circling and rocked on his bare heels, thinking it over. His face went through a variety of expressions, from surprised, to worried, to a content face. He stopped rocking and straightened himself up as he finished his thinking spell.

"T-that would be nice...I accept your offer, madam." He nodded, smiling. Then, his face changed into a childish sort of curiosity. "...But what is 'TNT' and who is 'Kye-ehll? Why should I not find a group of christians? A-are they that sort group that doesn't like people?" He made a face at the idea of a spiteful group. "It's groups like those that give me reason to work...!"

Billy watched the warring expressions dance across liet's face with flared brows. Her day had gotten quite a bit more interesting in the matter of a few moments. As he straightened himself up she blinked, and nearly laughed to madam, but was barraged with more questions before she had gotten the chance. She blinked again processing each one.

"Okay, first. Please for the love of god, don't call me Madam...it makes me feel olllllld." she exaggerated the word,"Just Billy, or Cooper will do nicely." She beckoned him with her and started walking. "I'll answer any questions you go on the way."

"TNT, is the abbreviated form of Tatz N ThingZ. It's a building owned by Kyle. It houses a tattoo parlor, a tavern, and great training facilities too." She grinned as she walked, "Kyle is my boyfriend, and my boss. I do most of the ink around the tattoo parlor." she paused in front of the post office. She had to get that package, but before entering she would answer his other question, "Well Christian are a broad and differing group...some are nice and some are not so..." she muttered a bit and shrugged, "It depends on the specific domination." she wondered what his work might be, but that could be asked after.

She looked from the post office then back to Leit, "I gotta go in here....you coming or waiting out here?"

Liethell nodded as he processed the information from Billy, almost forgetting to follow after her. Once he noticed she was moving, he trotted after her and stayed by her side, listening as she spoke. He thumbed his chin as he thought again, and once more, emotions spilt out on his face. The predominant emotion was confusion, however. It seemed to be his regular face, so it may have been habit. He stopped in front of the building and stared at it, almost afraid of it in a way.

"I think, B-Billy, that I'll stay where I am until you return, if you won't mind..."

Nodded, "Okay I'll be two shakes." she said as she turned on a heel and disappeared into the building. She wasn't long at all, perhaps maybe too minuets, so perhaps a bit more than two shakes, but really that was just a figure of speech.

She emerged carrying a cardboard box which was marked with postage stamps and marked fragile. She offered Liet a grin, "So off to TNT...." she set the box down a moment, and shifted the couple of bags she carried around so she could carry the box and the bags a bit more easily. "So...Liethell...any nicknames? Liethell sounds a bit....formal?" it was phrased as a question as she wasn't sure if formal was the correct word she was searching for.

Liethell watched as the strange woman vanished. She said she'd be back in two shakes--but of what? He looked at his hands--maybe these? He shook them twice, and looked up again for Billy. Nothing. Maybe she meant just one hand...or maybe she meant his feet...

By the time she returned, he had taken to shaking his head. He was in the middle of doing so when he heard his name. He spun around and smiled brightly as she reappeared, waiting until her bags were organized before speaking.
"I-I knew it wouldn't be long until I found the right way to shake! Would you like some help with that?" He listened to his name again, finding it odd to hear it spoken after so long. "I don't understand what you mean by formal, but some people call me Lieth or Liet...I'll answer to those too. Or any name, really." He nodded his head, almost too excitedly--like he was listening to rock music or something. "What's in the parcel?" He trots on beside her, attempting to tap on the box or look inside somehow with childish abandon.

Arched a brow, "well like formal....you have to know what that word means...but anyway...I think I'll call ya Liet." she watching him nodd rapidly, then question about the ink.

"The box contains the ink refills I ordered." she says, "And I'd rather it stay closed till we get back to TNT." she grinned to him, "But you can carry this." She handed him the bag containing the newspaper, the tattoo mag, and a couple packs of cigarettes. "That way I don't drop anything." she waited for him to take it, once he had she started walking. "It's not a far walk really, but enough of a walk for more questions." she looked to him gauging him for a moment before asking a question.

"So if hell is home...what's that make you?"