Momo ran down the darkening downtown street. Tucked safely under her gray pea-coat was a small brown bag of gorceries. It was a classic scene, she thought, from a super hero movie. A villan running down a run down, pot-hole infested street, a pink-orange and purple sunset to the West, the east dark and forboding. But Momo couldn't help that she was a villan. Hey, people had to eat, right?

She made quick weaving through alley ways and side streets, through back door steps and up over the roofs. All the while, she kept her ears open, carefully listening for sirens to pierce through the thick, muggy atmosphere.

Just jump in whereever you want. Be anyone you feel like-- friend or foe to Momo, it's your choice.

Momo started to slow down looking behind her making sure she wasn't being followed. When she tripped over her own feet and fell to the ground and the bag fell open. she quickly struggled to put the food back in the bag, when she saw another hand reaching down to help her she quickly looked up and saw a gorgeous man. He had dark brown hair and aqua blue eyes. He was very dressed up to be in the shoddy part of town.

"thank you..." momo mumbled under her breath, "but you don't have to i'll be fine-"
"Look you can't eat this." The handsom stranger said cutting her off.
"Why!" she asked nervously.
"Because, its all dirty."
"oh, it'll be fine, it will taste the same to me"
He suddenly took my hand, and helped me off the ground.

@ AngelRage::
When role playing, you play only your own characters. ^^
I will play Momo, and you shall play your character.

OOOOOOO sorry...... ok here it goes....

I had just gotten out of a play with my date. Now I'm not the type of guy to judge or anything, but she was a rather superficial girl. During the whole play She was checking herself in the mirror and fixing her make up. Then she would ask me what happen and why was Hamlet dying. She was a regular blond and preppy. I don't know why i asked her on this date in the first place. OH yeah my mom set me up. Now its not that i can't get me my own dates, I'm six feet tall, dark and hansom. I'm eighteen and have already moved out of my moms house and started collage.

"Tanner," said my self obsessed date," will you mind walking me home?"
"No, not at all, where do you live?"
"Just a couple of blocks away."
"In this part of town?" I asked nervously. This was a really a pretty shoddy town it felt like it was always night here.
"Yes, my job doesn't pay very well, i guess."
"Oh no, thats not what i meant! I meant that your a really pretty girl and thought that-"
"You thought that sense i was pretty that I should be rich and have a nice expensive place and be loaded!" She said before i could finish my sentence. Now this is why i don't have dates.
"No thats not what i meant at all! I-"
"I think I can find my way back home from here! Good-night!" As she stomped off like a five year old. I was going to tell her sorry and that's not what i meant, but i got to admit that's exactly what i meant.

I quickly turned around and started walking fast just in case my date decided to forgive me. I looked across the street to see if I could cross the road when a saw a running into an ally.

Momo saw the young man across the street, though she didn't stop to greet him. To her utter dismay, she knew the man had seen her. Great! Just what she needed. Oh well, maybe he wouldn't follow her. She didn't look too suspicious did she? No, she guessed not.

Suddenly, she picked up the ever-so-familar scream of sirens in the background. Not stopping for even a moment, Momo listened, deciding that these were indeed the sirens of a police cruiser. "Damn it!" she hissed as she pratically flew around an alley corner. Momo ran face long into a large dumster, throwing herself off her feet. Her groceries flew out from under her coat, the paper bag ripping and spilling it's contents out onto the dirty alley ground. The loud "clang" that had risen from the impact echoed for what seemed like forever. Momo grimmaced. Someone would have heard that.

I saw the woman quickly as our eyes connected for all of 1 second she quickly turned into the ally, a short moment later I heard a loud clang and without thinking i ran into the ally and saw the young beautiful women on the ground I helped her up and said "are you okay? Do you need me to take you home? Or to the hospital?"

Momo shook her head, her long auburn braids moving with the motion, as the handsome man helped her to her feet. Releasing herself from the man's grasp, she hurridly retrieved her groceries, but then relieved had nothing to carry them in. Her arms full, she turned back to the man.

"No, thanks," she said, her voice heavly accented. "I'm fine, thanks. I--" She stopped herself, realizing the pickle she'd gotten herself into. Momo swore she hated dumpsters. She bit her lip nervously.

I saw groceries piled in her hands and she was struggling to not let them fall. I relised she didn't want my help but needed it, badly."Let me help you, a little bit. I have a bag in my car a few blocks down that way you can carry them better. I also can give you a ride to where you are heading. Does that sound okay" not realizing that my voice sounded very concerned. She looked to young to be out by herself.

Momo blinked startled. "I don't know..." she sighed. Seeing as this was the "bad" part of town, allowing a stranger to drive her home seemed like setting herself up for some trouble. He was tall, at least six inches taller than herself, and strong, too. He could easily force into the car without any trouble at all.

"Really, I don't live too far away," Momo replied. "I wouldn't want to be any trouble."

She looked scared. But anything that i would say would make things worse, I was a tall and strong that didn't look to good. "It wouldn't be trouble at all, but if you really don't want a ride then i can go get you the bag. Stay right here, I'll be right back" I quickly turned and ran to my car not giving her a chance to say no. When I finaly reached to my car out of breath and wondering if she had stayed or not I got into my car and scrambled around looking for a plastic bag. When I found it, under the seat I got in my new black, Mustang GT and started to drive to her. Realizing that this also looked bad, but i was out of breath and didn't feel like running back, so i just drove up to her.

She should have run, should have left when given the chance, but for some reason, Momo was compelled to stay. She sat on the curb, just outside the alley, waiting for him to return. Her knees were drawn up a bit, the groceries resting against her abdomen and upper legs.

When she saw his car coming, she felt an overwhelming sense of dread, but still, couldn't make her legs work. Instead she allowed the car to pull beside her.

WHen I started to pull up in front of her. I saw that she was pretty banged up I was just going to give her the bag and then leave but now she bleeding. When I stopped the car, I rolled down th window and told her to wait a minute. Looked in the glove department saw that I had wet naps and band aids perfect i said to myself and grabbed the bag and band aids.

Momo stood up as he began rumaging through his glove department, a sense of doom over coming her. She gasped as he pulled his hands out, her eyes squeezing shut, expecting to see a gun. Easing her eyes open, she saw it was wet wipes. Tears came to her eyes as she burst out laughing.

While she was laughing hysterically, I got out of my car, giving her another concerned look. I gave her the bag and also handed her the band aids and wet wipes. "I know i'm a funny looking guy but..." I said, Just to make sure there was no awkward silence between us. She stared at me for a couple of seconds and started putting her groceries in the bag. Here sit down on the curb and i'll help you with your knees.

Momo sat, holding her groceries, which were now safetly in the bag, to her chest, still chuckling. "I'm sorry, it's just... I expected something more dangerous and scary to come out of the compartment. The wipes took me by surprise." She continued to chuckle as she rolled up her jeans so that her knees were expossed.

She studied him for a few moments, then said "I'm Momo."

I smiled and let the answer settle with me. "Momo,huh, that a very interesting name, I'm Tanner." After she was done rolling her jeans up, I gave her the wet wipes and made sure she had all the blood wiped away. I started to open the Band aids,"so where are your parents?"

Momo chewed on her bottom lip, concerntrating more closely on her knees than him. "I guess it's an interesting name, especially for someone who is European. My parents are dead." She shrug, as if it didn't bother her.

She studdied him a bit out of the corners of her eyes, as she continued to wipe the blood away. She wasn't sure she wanted to trust him, but all feelings of dread had washed almost completly away. He didn't seem dangerous anymore. But, she also knew looks could be decieving.

My smile faded, and I looked at her intensely now,"Hmm, WE have a lot in common my dad died also, but my mom is still around making my life a living hell! But hey that a mom for yeah." I gave her a smile and studied her features closely, she couldn't be older than seventeen. I finally got the band aid open and passed it to her."Here i finally got it open." I chuckled.

Momo smiled, taking the band aid and apply it to the wound. "Thank you. I'm sorry to hear your father is dead. I don't remember either of my parents, really," She'd say. She'd roll down her pants and stand back up again.

The sirens would sound again, sending a jolt of panic through her. She'd jump up, stumbling a bit because of her wounded knee. Momo would smile and turn to leave, her bag of groceries in arm. "Well, I better get going."

I grabbed her arm and said."I'll take you home." He smile," don't worry about the cops I doubt they are looking for you." I said starting to stand up, wiping off my suit. I had forgotten all about my date, I should probably call her later. I looked at my watch and saw that it was past midnight.

"Are you sure...?" Momo would ask nervously. "It's not that far, and I could walk there myself... I wouldn't want to be a bother."

At the end of the street, flashing lights would grow visable. Moving closer and closer. Momo's eyes would widen, and she'd jump into the back of Tanner's car. Hiding down under the seat. The cops would slowly cruise by, waving Tanner over.

Tanner looked at her concerned at what she got herself into. I got into the front street, my smile had faded. "What street?" she didn't answer so i turned on the car and pulled away from the curb and started driving."What happened, and is there anything I can do?"

Too late to get out of the car, Momo just shook her head. "It's nothing," she whimpered. "I didn't do anything. I live a few blocks over, on Vadican street."

Momo would press her face against the clean back of Tanner's seat, her knees up against the car door in a painful manner. She'd be too scared to move herself to the seat, though, and stay hidden on the floor. Her heart would squeeze in a quick panic every time the car passed under a street light. The light would fill the car and make her visable to the outside world.

"Okay," I turned my mirror to try to see her, but nothing,"the cops are gone." I slowed down looking for the street."Would you like some better food? You know the food that's not dirty.I can stop at the gas station around the corner." I kept looking for the street. I thought she said it was near here.

Momo would shake her head, then remember he couldn't see her. "Uh, no. I don't want to be a bother, really." She'd peek over the the door, out the window, but not yet sit up on the seat. Just as they passed a fast food resturant, the potant smells of frying food would filter into the car. Momo's stomach would grumbled loudly.