Name: Mars Hokulani
Age: Seventeen

Name: Momo Trixibelle
Age: Can appear eight or sixteen, depending on his mood.
Looks:
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EIGHT--

(( Sorry for the long post. I was not sure where to begin. :sweat: And, not all my posts are this long. :P ))

The air stung his lungs and throat with each sharp inhale. All of the running for the past week put stress on his body. Mars found a place to sit and take a few deep breaths. The setting sun turned the sky a light shade of purple, but his attention and thoughts were elsewhere than admiring the beauty of nature. His current goal is to just run; run as far and as fast as he could. Where? He did not care.

About six days ago, he was on the steps of a back porch listening to crickets and the wind and the sound of his parents' raised voices. All of the lights were on inside which meant Scotty could not get to sleep, either. The patio light had been broken the year before, but no one had bothered to replace it. It did not come to mind that someone in the family still used the back door. While standing in jeans, sneakers, and a zipped-up hoodie in the creeping night, Mars thought. Nothing had ever changed. In his personal life or at school. At school, he had always been in special classes. For an entire year, he remembered faintly, he was home-schooled by his mothers. The sound of glass shattering behind closed doors invaded his thoughts, followed by more muffled screaming and shouting. That was when he decided to start walking. Walking became jogging, and then jogging became running.

He ate when he could find food. Sleep was harder to come by as he had no money to rent a room, and the underpasses of highways were already occupied by families of animals of all sorts. Mars was currently resting on a bench in a park. He watched, with envy, young children playing with each other; having the last of their day's energy exhausted before dinner.

"Hey, can I sit here?" a young man asked, meaning to take the empty spot beside his.

Mars nodded, and then stood up as he sat down.

"Hey, wait!" he chuckles. "I didn't mean to scare you. My name's Bobby." He extended his hand.

Hesitantly, he took it. "Mars," he whispered.

"What was it? I didn't catch it."

"Mars." His voice was still not any louder than a whisper. A violent cough shook his body. The phlegm in the back of his throat clung on for its life.

"Hey, that sounds terrible. Do you want something for that?" Bobby picked up a backpack and set it on his lap. In it were stored things for emergency. He was prepared for any injury his adventurous mirror image, one of the children playing yards away, could sustain.

Mars shook his head gently. "No, I'm fine." He coughed again.

He asked again. He passively responded no once more. He asked a third time after he had survived a sixth cough, insisting it sounded bad enough to see a doctor.

"I said I don't want yer help! I can take care of myself! Why the heck do you think someone like me needs help from someone like you, anyways? A cough is a cough and it don't mean nothing at all! Why the heck did you come over here, mister, huh? You could have picked any other bench closer to the playground. What are you, some pedophile in disguise? Why not just use your own offspring, huh?" Mars exploded. His usual face exhumed nothing but innocence and purity all day long, but in less than a second it contorted into an expression that said danger all over it.

After the episode, his demeanor returned to placidity. He blinked and looked around to see everyone around his staring. His cheeks burned. "I-I am sorry!" He said in a shy voice. Then His expression changed. "Then again, why do I have to be? You really do give off the vibe of one of those old geezers who like to prey on little girls." He returned to a shy state, apologised again, and then turned and began running.

Tears fell down his cheeks. They were quickly rubbed away by a long sleeve of his jacket. Mars ran towards the bridge that crossed a small river. Not too far behind, he heard someone shouting. He glanced over his shoulder, and then slowed to a jog to turn around. His foot caught the edge of the bridge where grass lined its stone. In a matter of seconds, He was falling backwards into the river. Mars screamed.

With His eyes closed tightly, He could not see the water around His dissolve. He was expecting to feel himself inside the river water. The feeling was never realised. Mars opened His eyes slowly. He had His knees pressed tightly together and bending upwards, and His hands clasped together and pressed to His chest. The sight was unbelievable. It was bright outside: blue sky with sparse white clouds; a complete contrast to where he just was. He felt the warm sun and the cool breeze but not the ground beneath his. Mars figured out that his body was suspended from the ground, but how far from the ground He was afraid to find out. The moment He discovered the levitation act, gravity kicked in. He yelped in pain when he landed in sagebrush.

"Hold it!" There was the sound of whipping reins, crying horses, hisses, as a few large stagecoaches, and a few wagons, ground to a halt.

For a moment, there was complete silence. Then, someone cleared his throat, the same person who called for the stop of the convoy. He was sitting at the reins of the lead stagecoach--a boy of no more than eight, with big, bright crimson eyes and hair styled in the shape of devil spikes.

"I heard something in the bushes nearby," he muttered, looking around. "Nobody move. It could be bounty hunters..."

"Owww," Mars groaned. He tried to get a hold of surroundings before sitting up. His back hurt from smacking a branch, and his right leg had been jabbed by a vertical-standing twig. Apart from small cuts and bruises, there were no serious wounds. Mars rubbed the top of his legs. "What the heck just happened?"

The sound of mobile wooden structures came from not too far away. He climbed legs-first off the sagebrush. Branches snapped off and fell to the ground, scaring away squirrels and finches nearby. After his feet were secure on the ground, Mars began straightening his clothes. His jeans and hooded jacket had rips in them from the grabbing twigs and branches of the bush. He sighed, feeling depressed that his favourite red hoodie had been damaged. He started picking out leaves and twigs out of his short light blond hair when the sounds of the caravan stopped. Mars stopped cleaning herself up to look around. The area was completely unfamiliar.

"I wonder where I am. Is this still the park?" He turned away from the sagebrush. Mars could not remember what direction the caravan stopped. "Maybe, it's that guy selling balloons?"

Mars sighed, and then began picking the last debris out of his hair.

The young boy kept the caravan still, and then hopped off of his wagon to search for the source of the noise. He seemed like a curious young man, and quite an impish one.

"Hellooooo?" he called, curiously. He was a powerful demon, so if he found bounty hunters, he would rip them to shreds. He seemed pretty harmless at the moment, however, despite his scary looks.

Who was that? Sounds like a little kid.

"Hello?" Mars turned to his right and walked away from the brush toward the source of the voice. There were no other voices from what he heard. Maybe some little kid got lost, too. Or they were curious to find out what crashed in the woods.

It did not take long and he did not move too far to meet an eight year old with styled hair. He looked down at him with a blank stare. First thing he thought was who the little guy was and where his parents were. Second thing he thought was about his appearance. Something about it made him uncomfortable.

Mars cleared his throat. Him amber-coloured eyes glanced from one pointed side of his hair to the other. What kind of parents would allow that? He looked back down at him, and took in the red of his eyes. "Hello," he forced himself to greet him in a shy manner.

The boy didn't respond for a moment. He was looking him over, a curious look on his face. He sniffed the air, tilting his head. "I don't mean to be rude, hun, but you have an odd scent," he informed him, bluntly. "What are you? You don't smell like a demon, and you don't smell like an elf or half-breed, either!"

Certainly mysterious. It was not a scent he recognized.

(( Hey! I am sorry for not posting yet. This is my last week of summer classes in college, so I am studying for finals. I will post as soon as I can! ))

((Understandable--it's all right! ^^))

Mars leaned back, not knowing what would happen. Then, the kid sniffed the air. What is he, an animal? This was strange to him. It only got stranger. The boy asked what he was because of his scent. What else would mars be? Human, of course. And... was the boy not the same? He definitely looked human - a delinquent in the making, for sure by the appearance of him. Then, mars gave a quizzical look. Demons? Elves? Half-breeds? What was this, Middle Earth?

"Uhm... well," Mars stuttered. He did not feel that the boy was being rude, but he did feel like he was being prodded and poked at like a lab experiment. He was generally uncomfortable that the boy was looking him over, and smelled him. Smelled him. "I'm Human?" Mars swallowed, wondering if the boy was any kind of threat; he looked threatening the longer he stared at the boy's hair.

Momo blinked, and then tilted his head to the side like an inquiring parrot. "Huuu--man? What is that?" he asked, curiously. "Is it a profession? A title?" He bounced up into the air...

...and floated.

He was suspended in midair. He folded his arms across his small chest, a wicked grin passing over his face. "You're pretty strange!"