Damn, balls, damn.

[fucktonofcoffee]

Who: Deb and open. Multiple threads encouraged.
What: Miami girl hates the snow
When: Morning.
Where: The porch of the boarding house.

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[derek_morgan]

"You kiss your mama with that mouth?" Derek asked through a fiendish grin before pelting the little girl on the porch with a snow ball. She didn't look familiar but then again, no one here did. This definitely wasn't Chicago but he liked it all the same. Maybe even better.

The ten year old was small for his age and hardly bigger than the girl who more than likely was younger than him. He didn't have much of a regard for girls, given the abuse he endured at the hands of his sisters. This one looked particularly cranky. Nothing like a snowball to the gut to put on a happy face.

He pulled down the flaps over his ears. The hat in his room was a tight fit over his afro. His mom would be proud. Derek even wrapped the plaid scarf around his neck and put the mittens into his pockets for later use. You couldn't make a good snowball with mittens on.

[fucktonofcoffee]

"Sometimes." The word was muttered quickly, and she shrugged her shoulders as she kicked over at the snow once more. Debra hated it when people said those things to her. It normally felt like the beginning of a lecture. 'Your mama is sick, you need to stop stressing her out.' Deb hated those sort of lectures, so she narrowed her eyes at him a bit.

She assumed that he was the same age as she was; Deb was skinny and tall for her age, and she always looked like she was in need of a good meal. Her hair had been haphazardly tied in messy twin-pony tails, and she couldn't quite get them as even as her mom could.

She watched as he pulled the hat flaps over his ears, and then she rolled her eyes quickly in response. "You look dumb." The words were spoken in perhaps a harsh tone, but Deb didn't care. She hated the cold and she wanted to go home where it was warm.

[derek_morgan]

Her immediate reply didn't faze him any. She didn't look like the type to give in easily. Derek quickly went to work on another snowball with his grin still fixed on his lips. Her insult didn't bother him any either. He had been called worse by his sisters and the neighborhood kids.

He immediately pelted the second snowball at her. "You look constipated!" Derek shouted with a huge smile before throwing the packed snow. He quickly went to making another snowball. If she wanted to stand there like a target, he was more than happy to oblige.

"What kid hates snow? Weirdo!" While her tone had been harsh, Derek was grinning like the Cheshire Cat the entire time. He didn't know where his sisters were and he really didn't care. Anyone--including this cranky string bean of a girl--was someone better to play with than they were.

[fucktonofcoffee]

The first snowball had barely been felt through the coat and the three sweaters that she had pulled over in order to try not to freeze to death in this crappy waste of a place. And to make matters worse the sweaters were dumb and girly and pink. Deb hated pink; it was her least favorite color.

She saw the second one coming, however, and she moved to avoid it with the quick and ease of a kid who played a lot of 'bottom's up' on the school playground. Debra Morgan could avoid the shot when she had too, but she could bare the bruises of such things if she didn't.

"Don't call me a weirdo!" She shouted the words back. "Weirdo." She knew that these were things called 'snow balls' but she didn't want to put her hands into the cold and wet slush. However, his taunting did manage to get her to take steps off the porch and onto the world of winter white.

[a_tricky_one]

"You shouldn't say things like that." Gabriel frowned, arms crossed, staring at the talking ape.

He was still confused about this whole thing. Last he'd checked he'd been up in Heaven with his brothers. But he planned to enjoy his time spent here. It was a new experience and he liked that. He liked new things of his Father's creation.

[fucktonofcoffee]

When he said that to her in his tone, Debra whirled around and her brows were in her hairline. One mittened hand rested upon her hip and she scowled at him.

"I can say whatever the hell" oh the thrill at another forbidden word. "I like. You're not the boss of me!"

[a_tricky_one]

"What's Hell?" Gabriel looked curious.

Lucifer hadn't fallen yet, so there was no need for a Hell and so Gabe did not know of it yet. He'd only sensed the girl's tone before in regard to her dislike of snow. He didn't even really know what 'damn' was either.

"And no. I'm not the boss of you. God is." he gave a firm nod, "He's my Father."

Who'd ya end up going with as a PB?

[fucktonofcoffee]

"Who doesn't know what hell is? I even know what hell is and I don't go to church." The words were spoken proudly and with attitude, but she leaned in and spoke with a fair amount of glee. "It's where ya go when you die and you've been bad. It's all hot and hellfire and burning agony!"

However when he said that God was the boss of him, Debra completely rolled her eyes and snorted when he mentioned that the being was his father. "Unless you're Jesus you're a god damn liar." She wasn't religious, but everyone knew that.

[ingenue_bait]

Erik had woken up in a strange house. The fact that he'd never woken up anywhere but his own attic room was exciting--and scary--enough. But when he went downstairs and found that there wasn't anyone else there, that was almost liberating.

He could do anything.

Mask firmly in place, Erik--a small, too thin boy of eight or nine--wandered out into the world. It didn't look at all the way he imagined. Mother's rose garden wasn't here, and everything looked wrong. Too much wood, not enough stone. The buildings weren't styled like the ones in the books he snuck up to his room to read. But he was too excited to truly be scared. He was free.

At least until he saw the girl on the porch of the big house. He'd never seen another child before, and he ducked behind the wall to watch her for a minute. She talked funny, and after a moment, he giggled.

"What does it suck?" he asked innocently, stepping out.

[fucktonofcoffee]

Deb startled at the boy who was speaking to her, and her immediate reaction was to go onto the defensive. She didn't like to be laughed at; it reminded her of her brother and the people who had laughed at her for being skinny and gangly.

"'Cause it's damn cold." She muttered, looking at the mask that the kid was wearing. Maybe it was some thing that snow kids did, Debra decided, something coming from the weather that was based up North. After all, people wore ski-masks and maybe this was the same sort of thing?

Shoving her hands in her pockets, she kicked at the snow again. "Duh." She added, feeling that the word 'damn' in the middle of the sentence hadn't been quite enough for her.

[ingenue_bait]

Erik's clothes were not quite suited to the environment, but he hardly minded. Still, it didn't help the impression of a very skinny child.

"You talk funny," he said. She hadn't answered his question but he decided she wasn't going to. "Are you a girl?"

If this is wrong, yell at me and I'll redo.

[fucktonofcoffee]

When he said that she talked funny, she scowled, but there was an accent on his words. Maybe he thought she should be speaking French or something. Whatever language he normally spoke, it wasn't Spanish; she knew bits of it from growing up in Miami of course, but yeah.

"Duh. I'm a girl." She said the words with a little roll of her eyes. "Ain't ya ever seen a girl before?"

[feel_theburn]

Michael came up behind her warily and watched her kick the snow around. He was cold, and he didn't like the snow either. Another kid from Miami, he wasn't used to the white stuff.

The girl's words reminded him of his father and he flinched a bit when she cussed. His voice came up quietly behind her.

"Do you have any gloves?" He sure didn't.

[fucktonofcoffee]

Deb looked around when he asked if she had any gloves, and she shivered a bit. Shoving her hands into her pockets, she'd been about to tell him no when she found a pair of ugly pink and yellow knit mittens.

"Got these," her tone told how ugly she found the things.

"You can have 'em if ya want 'em." She thrust the gloves towards him with half a smile.

[feel_theburn]

Michael smiled shyly and caught them, quickly shoving his hands into them. He looked up at her through long lashes, his nose runny.

"Thanks," he said softly.

He was scared. He didn't know where he was or where the snow had come from, and he had a feeling he wouldn't be home in time for dinner. That could never end well.

[fucktonofcoffee]

"Uh huh." She spoke softy in response to him, and then wiggled her nose a bit, looking at him. Hopefully he wasn't going to start crying on her; she didn't know what he'd do if he started to get involved with crying.

"'M Deb. What's your name?" Names were good, easy and simple, right?