The Stellar discussion

Here is where many kids choose to sleep. The floor is littered with personal belongings and clothing. Many kids have rigged up little rooms for themselves by using spare pieces of cloth. Bedrolls and sleeping bags are everywhere and you have to careful not to step on any sleeping people if you come in at night.

Laying awake, Fox was reading. Making sure that kids were at least not being idiots and making too much noise. Though what really took the cake was when a teenager about his age started to hurt a little girl. After putting him in his place and putting the little girl to sleep Fox though everything would okay. No crazy teenagers acting like imbeciles and no terrified children. Just him and his book.

Phoenix had been happily avoiding children for as long as she could, but it was getting late and cold and the sleeping room was always the warmest place in the theater. She was already wearing a purple onesie with stars, which although seemed like something a little kid would wear, was extremely comfortable. But she was still freezing. Carefully stepping around the outlines of sleeping children she settled down on her sleeping mat. She wanted to work on her puzzle but she didn't want to waste a candle, so when she noticed a boy reading she walked over quietly.
"Do you mind sharing?" She asked, pointing to the candle he was using. Even if he said no, she would just ignore him.

Looking up, he thought he was done with babysitting as he saw her in her onesie. Sighing her squeezed the bridge of his nose and ran a hand through his hair. "Why the hell not." Scooting over, her drew the curtains back over his tiny little corner. Fox was very sure that this would be a mistake, but he was too tired to process this. Since he was slightly in the dark he put on his reading glasses and drew two sleeping bags on himself. "Why me, why not some other random dude who didn't just get done babysitting yet another child."

((Wait, he closed the curtain with her in it or not?))

((With her in it))

((okay))

Phoenix gave him an indignant look and bite back an angry reply. Wrapping a blanket around her she shivered slightly and then placed down all the pieces of her puzzle. It wasn't a 2D normal cardboard puzzle, no it was 3D and contained multiple pieces that had to fit together just to create a larger piece. She set to work with a look of delighted concentration until she heard the guy say something.
"You don't have to stick around and babysit. I never do." She said, looking up at him. She hated kids and was more worried about what she might do to them than what they might do to her.

"I like kids. I find their innocence refreshing and their ignorance genuinely allows them to live in bliss. Unlike older kids like you that seem to be annoyed by everything they touch." Fox sighed and flipped through another page of his new book from the library and readjusted himself to be leaning against the wall. Maybe she get the hint that he didn't want to be bothered, but apparently not because... She was still here.

Phoenix tried her best to ignore him, which was easier than usual because she was too tired to actually get angry at the moment. Instead she focused quietly on her puzzle, squinting since the candle was almost totally burned down and didn't provide much light. After a while she swore angrily and leaned back.
"Ugh f*ck this." She growled. She was done with never having enough candles to last a night. It was cold and late, so everyone was bound to be asleep by now, the perfect time to go steal something.
"If i'm not back in... like a few hours. I'm either dead or stuck in some police station." She made her way back to her sleeping space to grab some lock-picking tools.

"I'm coming with." That was all he said, because whatever she was doing that included lock picking, pribably wasn't magic. So it was something illegal instead. The last thing he needed was for some other kid going missing on his watch. Turning to grab his tattered jacket and his beanie he glanced at her. "Whats your name?" He asked, not that he was really interested but Fox decided some small talk was better than awkward silence. He didn't mind silence, but he hated feeling awkward.

"I'm fine. You'll just slow me down anyways." He grumbled but didn't make a move to stop him. She was almost 16, that was definitely old enough to go on her own, but she wouldn't mind the company, not that she would ever admit that. She pulled one her jacket and shoved her hands into her pockets, readying herself for the cold air that would hit them the second they went outside.
"Phoenix." She said shortly, making sure that her emergency flashlight.
"You're Fox. Ready?" She said, giving him a small smirk.

"I really doubt that." He mumbled as she complained about being 'slowed down'. She'd be the one having trouble keeping up. Careful not to step any sleeping children, he let out a small puff of air Fox wasn't even aware he was holding in. "Phoenix" the word played on his lips as if it was a foreign language. It was a pretty name, it matched her red firey hair. All he could do was pray that this pheonix didn't get scorched by the police. "I'm always ready. If you know my name you should know that too. Basic knowledge."

((Sorry that took so long. I was out playing soccer. It's freezing!))
Phoenix glanced at him with a look of amusement. He was witty, and quick, she liked that. After everything was secure she blew out the candle and they were plunged into darkness.
"Okay, so here's the plan. Mrs and Mr. George are always out until about 12:00 at their son's hockey game or something. There's a window that looks onto the window with a lock that's pretty easy to open." She gave him a smile, a white flash of teeth in the darkness.
"I trust you can pick locks?" Shoving a piece of metal in his hand she continued.
"Don't take too much though, don't want a police investigation or something like that." She gave him an earnest look and slipped out the door into the freezing night.

((Why are you playing soccer in the winter!?!?))

((Um, I kicked my soccer ball on the roof and just got a new one, and I really wanted to go play, so me and my brother went to the park. I brought a hat! But that was it.... like I didn't bring a coat or anything.))

"Have you been stalking these people?" He asked, though there was an obvious answer. Fox could've answered the question himself. "What are we stealing in the first place anyway?" He at least deserved to know this, as she roughly placed a cold peice of metal in his hands. Where did she even get proper lockpicking tools, Fox wanted some. They were expensive but so worth it. As he followwd her out the door, he made sure nobody was woken up by the cold breeze of the night and quietly and lightly shut the door.

"Because I want candles and we used the last of our money getting medicine for one of the kids who got the flue." She said roughly. She didn't like stealing, but she did like the idea of it. The puzzle of peoples security and the riddle of how to get passed it, it excited her. Glancing at Fox she hoped that he had no misgivings about it either, that could just mean that he might chicken out last second and leave her stuck on her own.
"Alright. Let's get going. I'm cold." She didn't wait for an answer and instead slipped into the shadows, quiet and quick.

((Move to one of the houses?))

((Yeah))

((You post first.))

Kenny wasn’t asleep, his hand shooting to his pocket as he heard a loud noise. He ducked his head and covered his ears for a moment before looking up to a small child. Kenny smiled. “Hi!” he said joyfully. “I’m Kenny! Who are you?”

Kenny let out a giggle and covered his mouth in a childish way. “Billy” He repeated, looking st the boy and smiling. “I like time.” he said with a giggle. “See?” he pulled out a watch.

He nodded hyperactively. Kenny giggled again and clicked open the pocket watch before closing it quickly. “Ten-Fifty-Three” he sang out in a sing-song voice and a smile.

Kenny nodded with a giggle, but heard a siren wail in the distance. He ducked his head covering his ears until the sound disappeared. Kenny hated loud noises and was incredibly sensitive to them, meaning everything from yelling, sirens, and bells bothered him.

“They’re scary” his voice was childish, despite his grown appearance. Kenny nodded. “They hurts too. What are you scared of?” he asked curiously, his eyes glimmering in the dark of the rokn

Kenny nodded “Too many monsters.” the young boy clicked his watch open and closed subconsciously, running his fingers along the smooth gold texture as a calming method.

Kenny squeaked as he described the monster, his fingers running over the design and detail more thoroughly. “Doing what?” he tilted his head in confusion, furrowing his brows at the younger boy

“Oh.” he looked at his hand and furrowed his brow with a shrug “I dunno. Feel nice?” Kenny offered, shoving the watch in his pocket. Kenny had gotten i. countless amounts of trouble for his ‘careless’ attitude, but he really was just like a child

Kenny giggled and nodded. “I like him.” he said as he looked at his clock again, closing it and sliding it away. Kenny’s eyes shone in the dark of the room, the dim light causing his eyes to narrow to see the bear.

“I don’t have a bear.” Kenny stated sadly, then shrugged and smiled again. “I did have a kitty once though! I named her...um...” he thought, struggling to think of the name. “I forgot.”

“Uh-...” he thought, his fingers running over the detailed gold of the watch. “P-p-...” Kenny struggled until he gasped a moment later. “Penny!” he giggled softly at himself.

“Uh-...brown” He blushed in embarrassment of having to think so hard. Kenny pursed his lips to think of her details. “With-...um...green? eyes and white feet...”

Kenny nodded and stood up and pulled Billy to the window. "I wish I had a family..." He said softly

((sAme))

Kenny looked over at him with glistening eyes. “Really? You mean it?” the boy giggled before looking out at the busy nighttime streets again

He nodded. “Me either.” Kenny grabbed the boys hand in a secure, friendly way. “We’re the best family.” he smiled truthfully

Kenny smiled and nodded simply. “Yeah...we are” His eyes sparked in pure joy, now not holding his watch because he had no reason to be anxious. Somehow, Kenny knew they would be inseparable

Kenny hesitated before hugging him. He didn’t know what to say about the brother thing but he accepted it with an open heart. “l

Oh Shit. Kenny bit his lip in thought, staring off trying to remember. After a few moments, he sighed in defeat. “I don’t know!” he wailed. “I can’t remember!”

“M-...mmmmmaaaaaa” Kenny shook his head and frowned sadly. Why couldn’t he remember? “You’re ten? Wow. I like that number.” he giggled. “Ten, ten.” he said in singsong.

Kenny smiled at the younger boy. “Shouldn’t you be asleep, Billy?” he questioned, knowing he should be as well. Kenny now felt like it was his responsibility to watch the younger boy, but it was really the other way around.

Kenny giggled softly and shakes his head. “I’ll sleep too.” he offered, giving him a small smile. “I’m not sleepy either, but it’s dark out.”

Kenny nodded. He had his fair share of bad dreams. “Let’s sleep right there.” he pointed at two cots at the corner of the room.

“Good night, Billy” he smiled softly, resting his own head, eyes feeing heavy. Kenny let out a sigh before slipping into unconscious sleep.

Daria shivered. The sleeping rooms were better than nothing but they were far from comfortable or warm. Especially when you were huddled in a corner with nothing but a shabby blanket and wearing soaked clothes. Despite that, she didn't want to get into the fray of unfamiliar bodies huddled together here and there. She would rather be cold than be in contact with a stranger. Daria sighed and closed her eyes. She would have to make do with what she had.

Daria's eyes fluttered open at the sound of the voice. She looked up and saw a pretty girl with long, blond hair holding out a blanket. Daria glanced around. The closest people were a only a couple feet away but still well out of hearing range.
"A-are you talking to me?" Daria asked.

"...Yes. My name is Daria. Daria Lee," Daria took the blanket and wrapped it over herself. It didn't help much but she was grateful for the gesture. "What about you? What's your name?"

"It's nice but it could be a bit warmer," Daria shivered and clutched her blankets even tighter, "Have you been here long?" Her eyes wandered around the room. The lighting was dim but she could still make out the outlines of bodies scattered around the room.

Daria had no idea who Q was but she nodded along anyways. "Well, it's better than nothing," she said. She began reminiscing on her childhood days. Her house had never been particularly cold, even during the winter. There was a large fire place in the living room and built in heating to ensure her family's warmth even during the coldest days of the year. Daria sighed. The house was gone, there was no point in grieving over it now.