New First Place. {OPEN!!!}

[Kyle Withers]

Hmmm... This place doesn't look half bad. That one thought went spiraling around in Kyle’s head as he looked around the dark street Allie.This could be a potential place for him to live. It was dark and quiet and away from prying eyes, good place to hide too. It was piratically perfect! No one would give a flying cow that he lived in a Allie all by himself and he preferred it that way.

As Kyle stepped in the alley he let his eyes slowly get adjusted to the darkness before he continued his on his way. The Allie was filled with garbage and had a bad smell to it, as if all of the things that were forgotten called here and died. No matter. Kyle actually like dead things better than living things anyway. There were old things tossed there too like the place was an garbage dump. Good. The more the place looked like no one lived there the more it would repel people. And, at the very back, there was something that looked like an old dog house. It was small enough to hide away but big enough for a small person to crawl in. Kyle glanced at himself in a cracked mirror that was leaning against the wall. He looked skinny enough to fit.

Strangely satisfied with his new living arrangements Kyle started to look over the dog house thinking of how he would arrange his new home.

[Johnthan Figgs]

Johnthan walked timidly down the sidewalk. He was asked to take a patrol round again because someone had been sick today. John wasn't so sure about these patrols yet. He didn't know if he were doing it right. Supposibly he was just suppose to walk around and look for any suspious activity. So far, he hadn't seen any, and that was a good thing. John honeslty hoped he didn't run into any trouble. He wasn't good at trouble and wouldn't have a clue on what to do. For being new at the job, they sure did expect him to jump in quickly. He felt very unprepared. Yes, he'd taken all the classes on what to do, and yes he had his taser and his gun on him if anything too bad happened, but John was very jumpy and didn't like patroling one bit.

John would've tooken a patrol car, but he hadn't been issued one yet, so he took to patrolling on foot. One places they'd asked him to check is the ally ways since lots of drug trades supposibly happened in there. John didn't like the idea of putting himself in the middle of a drug trade, but said he would do it. He knew better than to refuse his supervisor.

John turned into an ally adjusting his eyes to the harsh lighting. He kept his hand close to his belt ready to pull something if needed. He paced slowly down it so he could take in everything and wouldn't miss anything. He didn't want to be caught in a situation he could've avoided by simply being aware of his surroundings. It was quiet dow here, and super trashy. John supposed this was where everyone threw their trash when they didn't want to pay someone to pick it up. It was honestly a pretty crudy place. John couldn't imagine anyone coming here for fun.

John walki talkie blared to life as a cop reported a traffic actident over the station. John jumped about three feet into the air yelping in surprise before realizing what it was. He placed a hand on his chest catching his breath before reaching over and turning the volume down on the device. He then continued on his path down the ally.

[Kyle Withers]

Scrrrape...CRASH! Kyle heaved a particularly large piece of what looked like a old book case. As long as he kept working a few minutes the alley should be appropriate for living in. Well appropriate for him to live in. Picking up another large piece of wood and tossing it to the side Kyle started to think of his former life before coming to the city.

Life wasnt that bad for Kyle, he had good parents and lived in a good homein a good neighborhood with good neighbors. Everything was fine but that was just the problem. Everything was fine and Kyle didnt like it. He was the type of person who would complain about everything if he got the chance, thing was he never got the chance. So he hung around people who would give him the chance to be mean and complain about nothing and Kyle accepted it all with open arms. He welcomed beeing bad.

And look where it got him. Here in an alley making room for himself to live, not that he minded. He welcomed the idea like he welcomed those peopole.... Kyle grunted as he heaved another large peice of] wood away ut suddenly stoped as if all senses were on fire. He felt that someone was here, that someone was in the alley and it felt like they were comeing Kyles way!

Kyles eyes grewwide as he ducked in the dog house and hoped whoever it was would goaway soon.

OOC: Sorry the ending was rushed i ran out of time.

[Johnthan Figgs]

Johnathan continued down the ally looking around causiously. He suddenly heard a huge scraping sound and jumped again looking around frantically. Whatever had made the nosie suddenly ended with a loud crash. Johnathan's hand went to the handle of his taser and he walked a bit more quickly to investigate the noise.

Please let it be some ally cat.....Please let it be some freaky ally cat knocking over trash cans looking for food. John thought to himself. He tried to hold a firm posture as he'd seend other policemen do as they ent to investigate things. He nearly tripped over the trash which seemed to be piling higher now. Geesh.....Someone really needed to do something about cleaning these allies. Maybe he could recomend that to the mayor later.

John kept his eyes open for any kind of movement as he approached a place with a small dog house surrounded by garbage and forgotten things. John looked to see if he could locate what made that sound. The only thing in the ally that looked large enough to amke such a sound was the old bookcase. But, no stray call could move that. John nooticed the scrapped clear path that the bookcase had been dragged from. That must've meant someone was here.

"Hello?" John called a bit timidly. He looked around. He didn't think anyone could run without passing him so they had to be here somewhere. What were they doing here of all places?

[Kyle Withers]

Kyle cringed as he heard the footsteps come closer to his hideout-in-the-making. No! The place couldn't be discovered! Not yet! Kyle scowled to himself as he took a small peek out of the dog house and into the ally to see who or what it was that was subconsciously making its way toward him. If it was an animal he would scare it off. If it was a person on the other hand...well time would tell what Kyle would do to a person trespassing.

'Hello?' A timid voice called out. Kyle scowled even more as he caught a glimpse at who the intruder was. First it was no animal. What type of animal would wear a uniform with a badge pinned to their chest saying Metro City Police? None that Kyle knew. So it had to be a police man no doubt about it, one of the most complicated group of people he had ever knew right there next to his parents.

'H-Hello?' Kyle mocked in a high pitch voice. 'I-I'm a police m-man lost while on duty. I just need directions b-back to the police station if y-you don't mind.' Kyle laughed as he crawled out of the dog house to stand before the frightened looking police officer. "That's what you're wishing right now aren't you? You don't really want to be here do you? All frightened looking and such." He said with a slight smirk of amusement on his face. This would be fun.

[Johnthan Figgs]

Johnathan jumped back when the voice began to mock him. He then located the sound to the dog house and stared as a boy crawled out of it. He scanned the boy for a knife or something, hoping the guy wasn't going to try anything, but it seemed just like a common thug to him. Maybe a homeless grouch or something, or prehaps just an angry teen or however old this guy was.

"Hello, there. I'm Johnathan Figgs with the police department." John introduced himself ignoring the guy's comment. He felt embarrassed by the guy's comment and opinion of him, but knew it was true and so didn't retort back, nor was he one to try to retort back. he didn't do verbal arguements well. "I was just patrolling the place. There hasn't been any trouble around here, right?"

John hoped the guy told him no so he could go and leave, but he wasn't sure. He wasn't sure what he was suppose to say. Was he even suppose to talk to the citizens around here? Was he suppose to inquire why the guy was down in this trash pit in the first place and offer a homeless shelter or something? John wasn't sure.

[Kyle Withers]

"Well hey there John!" Kyle called out as if the two were best friends. "Can i maybe call you Joey? You don't mind do you? Good." Kyle smiled wide. "Nah i don't think anything strange really has been going on here at all Joey. But i believe that i just saw the ghost busters come by a few minutes ago. They said that something strange was going on, but i don't believe in ghosts so i told them to take a hike. what about you Joey? You believe in ghosts? Get scared sometimes?"

This was too much fun! This poor scared looking guy who looked ready to bolt was right here infrount of Kyle. He didn't have to go looking for a person to torture, the person came right to him! Day could not get any better than this!

"Don't look so frightened. I dont bite. Maybe you can help me out with my renovation?" He asked a dangerous sparkle in his eyes.

[Johnthan Figgs]

Joey? John was about to say something on the nickname but the guy didn't let him and so John just shut his mouth and allowed the citizen to speak. He decided just to go along with the new name. He didn't want to object. Johnathan was very submissive even if the citizen wasn't a higher rank than him, he still felt a bit threaten and lower than him.

The citizen then started talking about ghosts. Johnathan gave him a confused look trying not to look at the citizen as if he were crazy. Ghosts? Yeah, okay. Ghosts didn't exsist. This guy dind't really think Ghost exsisted, did he? Crawling around in trash and talking of ghost, was this guy on something? Johnathan paid close attention to his eyes trying to identify signs of the guy possibly doing something he shouldn't.

"What kind of renovation?" John asked. He was unsure if he wanted to know due to the spark the guy got into his eyes. He watched the guy careful. John wondered if he was suppose to ask the guy to submit into a drug test or to just leave him be. Man, he wasn't trained for this.