«What do you think, Bocko? Are you up for it?» They where standing in a dark alley, the ground still wet from the after noon rain and garbage lying everywhere. It stunk, but it was a nice hiding spot, and you couldn't really expect more in that part of the town. The street they where looking out at wasn’t much brighter, just a couple streetlights fighting away the darkness from the night that was falling over busy city. Justin, a skinny guy with green eyes and dark hair that was currently hidden under a black hood, was clinging to the corner of the alley and eyeing a lady down the street who seemed to be waiting for the bus. She had a small yellow bird on her shoulder, so Justin didn’t have to worry about her companion attacking him. Because it wasn’t really the lady he was looking at, but her hand bag. And between his legs, stood a raccoon, currently eyeing the same bag. Bocko didn’t say anything, he couldn’t talk, but Justin felt him agreeing. It was nice, being able to communicate without having to open your mouth. If only you could do that with human too… Then he might have bothered trying to get some friends. But having friends while living on the street was kinda complicated anyway, especially the life he led anyway. And you didn’t really need more than your companion to be happy, he felt. With a thought he sent Bocko on his way. The chubby, grey body ran down the sidewalk, and no one payed him any attention. There where too many people and animals running around to notice that he was alone. Bocko made it over to the lady and easily climbed up the lamp post she was standing next to. The woman and bird where looking the other way, down the street where the bus would be coming from. A small paw slowly reached into the handbag, and Justin was crossing all his fingers, but before he got to see Bocko's catch, a hand grabbed Justin from behind and yanked him violently back. He would have screamed out, but a hand pressed over his mouth, muffling all sound. A dirty, stinky hand which was much larger than hands ever should be, Justin thought. «Found you,» a dark voice chuckled. Justin managed to focus on his surroundings again, and realized he was suddenly surrounded be three guys. Three familiar guys, who where alle larger and stronger than him. Perfect, Justin thought for himself. The man holding him let him go, and Justin stumbled to his feet. «Hey guys,» he said with a strangle voiced and coughed a little. The hoodie had cut into his throat when he was yanked back after his hood. «How’s it going?» «Drop the small talk. Where is the money?» Another one of them asked «Money?» Justin asked with a innocent smile and straightened up, while he yelled for Bocko in his mind. Not that he could help much. The men's companion was of course a large dog, a ferret, and a snake - which Justin always felt like rolling his eyes at. Stupid cliche. Anyway, noen of the animals seemed very friendly, and he didn’t want Bocko to get hurt, so the message was to simply stay away. «Don’t play stupid. The client told us you gave him the product and got our payment, so where is it?» the third one growled. Bocko of course didn’t listen. He thought it was a good idea to throw a rock at one of the guys, and the next second the dog bit into his neck, making him let out a heart wrecking scream. «No!» Justin yelled and tried to run for him, but he was grabbed before he managed to take even a step. «And there’s your little, filthy rag, how nice,» the guy said and took Bocko from his dog. The racoon was hanging completely limb from his hand, and Justin had never felt worse. His whole body was shaking slightly, and he suddenly felt sick and about to pass out. This can’t be happening! «Please, let him go,» Justin said, clinging to the hope that he had just passed out. He would feel it if Bocko died, wouldn't he? «I’ll get you the money! Someone stole them from me, okay?! But I’ll get them back!» The guy holding Justin snorted. «That’s the most overused speech I’ve ever heard. You’ll have to come up with something more original than that. Tell you what. We’ll keep your little friend until the money comes, and if not, you’ll regret it.» «No, you can’t!» Justin yelled, and got rewarded with a punch in his jaw. The world got blurry for a moment, but he blinked it back into focus, nose bleeding and head pounding. «Shut your mouth and do as we say, or you–« He got interrupted by another scream. This time it was the guy holding Bocko, who was currently digging his teeth into the mans hand. Relief flooded Justin and he smiled. The next second he spun around and knocked over the guy that had been holding him, who was distracted by the ruckus. Justin got loose, and without giving himself or the others any time to think, he grabbed Bocko and ran as faster than he ever had. Character Sheets (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Character Sheets (open) Character Sheets (close) **** Name: Justin Raid Age: 21 Appearance: Dark almost black hair, green eyes, slim figure, average height. Usually wears dark clothes, mostly jeans and hoodies. Always carrying a brown shoulder bag. Personality: Witty, fast thinking, spontaneous, adventures, can be outgoing if he wants to but prefers to stick by himself. Historie: Is living on the street, surviving be stealing and doing slightly illegal jobs for different gangs. Name: Bocko Personality: friendly, playful. Always up for Justins ideas, and always does whatever he can to help him.