The Dark and the Light(Heartless and Toothless)

[AHeartlessNobody]

Name: Angela
Age: 17
Appearance: Execpt her feathers on her wings are black.

Other: She thinks she'll never be able to get out of the life she's living, and that she'll always be a bad person.

Angela was so tired. Tired of being where she was. And tired of doing what she was doing just to survive. She hated it. All of it. But, she of all people knew that there was no way out of it. She had dug herself too deep in this hole and there was no climbing back out. It was too dangerous. Too risky. There was no way she was going to be able to bring herself out of all this. She had done everything a decent person wouldn't do. Had slept with people just to make ends meat. She had tried every drug. She had drank to the point of not remembering anything on more then one occasion, because, in her opinion, not remembering anything was better then remembering EVERYTHING.

She sighed as she walked out her house, wearing clothes that were far from decent. She had to make more money, or else her father would get to her. And she didn't want that. She had been beaten too many times by him to know what he was capable of. She shivered in the cold and walked down the street, her straightened blonde hair hanging slightly in her face.

[Toothless]

Name: Alex
Age: 17
Appearance: I wanted to find an image to fit the kind of clothes he wears (obviously it's not that) but I wasn't having any luck. Or a better image all together... I'll keep looking but thought I should go ahead and post in the meantime.

Other: He lead a rather glorious life. Not to say he was spoiled but there was never a shortage of things he needed and what he wanted was never far behind. He had friends just as well off as himself, so never experienced any real grief- beyond the short tang of realizing he had no father to go to sporting events with. It was hardly the end of the world.
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This wasn't suppose to happen.
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People weren't really suppose to die like this. Right?
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It was just something that happened in the movies to build up the drama, to push the plot along but... the cold hand within his own wasn't simply some fictional scene. This was as real as the air he breathed and oh so bitter. Perhaps he would have been upset all these secrets had been kept from him had his mother not lie dying before his eyes. They had said there was still a chance she could be saved but somehow the ambulance couldn't drive fast enough. For all the pain he was feeling right then he had gotten off scotch free, aside from losing what he had (for the longest time) believed was his only living family member. That hurt far worse than any injury he could have substained in the crash.
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Now he was left alone.
With nothing but the simple knowledge that he had a sister- a twin. That this had been kept from him from years and just as he hadn't known, she probably wouldn't either. His mother had said that she left his sibling with a good man for the safety of them both(not that she ever explained the reasoning behind this). She couldn't have known she was wrong about the caretaker she had choosen. He had been a childhood friend she said... that she would trust him with her life and clearly her child.
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It was all too easy to find people these days. You just needed a name and the internet and it was all spilled out on the screen. He had located a phone number and with that- an address. As much as he wanted to stay for a funeral and for social services to figure out whether or not they could pass him into society under the title 'adult', his mother had left him with a heavy weight and after a little bit of research he couldn't help but pack up a few things to board that first bus. Public transport was uncomfortable for him but not as much as driving would be so soon after the accident. He just scrunched in on himself, hands in his jacket pockets as he avoid eye contact like the average crowd was full of beasts: thugs, theives, gang members, drug dealers so maybe it really was.
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Especially in the city in which his converse shoes touched down on cold concrete.

[AHeartlessNobody]

It had taken a few hours of doing her job to get enough money to bring back to her father. Maybe he wouldn't beat her this time. It was a fifty fifty chance. Sometimes when she got all the money, She could get off without getting hurt, but sometimes when her father was in a bad mood, even if she got all of his money, he would still beat her and do other horrible things to her just to get his anger out. And tonight seemed to be one of his angry nights, because when she got home, she gave him the money and he started yelling at her for being five minutes late. He threw glass bottles that smashed against the walls, glass shattering around her and cutting skin. He was drunk, that much was obvious.

He staggered forward and raised a hand, hitting her smack across her pale cheek. When he raised his hand to hit her again, she ducked under his arm and ran. She did this sometimes, and half the time when he was this drunk he wouldn't remember. Hopefully this time he wouldn't either. She ran quickly out of the house, sighing in relief when she got up the street, looking back over her shoulder. When she was sure he hadn't followed her out, she started walking, knowing there was nothing she could do about her new cuts from the glass and the red mark on her cheek. At least it wasn't bruising up like the last time he had hit her that hard. She sighed thinking about it and continued to walk down the street, it getting close to one in the morning by now, so no one was really out.

[Toothless]

Somehow the words his mother had left him, weren't enough and he had searched the house for some actually proof that it was the truth. What he found were some old photos and letters- a one sided romance spanning through several years and it probably had started long before they were born... It seemed the man his sister had been trusted to 'loved' their mom and but affection had never been shared between them. His guess was her heart already belonged to another, their father, even if he was no longer around.
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Alex had a couple pictures of his sister to go by, though they were all images of her as a child... recieved in letters and glued to post cards. In fact the most recent one he had must have been from close to ten years ago so wasn't a very accurate image. He had had wrote the address on the back of it though- examining it once more as he drew closer to his destination. He heard the commotion inside, a moment before a figure burst from the door. He didn't think she noticed him since he was approaching from the opposite direction but he had regonized the blue eyes and blonde hair as he drew closer. She looked a lot like their mother and a fair deal like him too.
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His mind hadn't made the connection from the home to the girl. He picked up his pace in seeing her condition, closing the space between them in mere second. The he shifted his duffle bag with a quick shove of his elbow and grabbed for her face to examine the swelling of her cheek.

[AHeartlessNobody]

Anna hadn't even noticed the boy walking down the street until he grabbed her. She wasn't sure what to do at first. She yelped in surprise and when her instincts kicked in, she jerked and twisted, trying to get out of his grasp. She was no stranger to what people on the street, especially what men did to women in this parts. It had happened to her too many times not to know about that kind of thing, "Let go of me!" She yelled, finding it was harder to get out of his grasp then it was with most of the men n this city. She wasn't used to that kind of strength. He was determined, that was sure. She let out a scream. She knew that no one would come. Everyone in this part of the city was either asleep by now or too drunk too care. Around this part of town it was every person for their selves. But a lot of time if she screamed it would cause one of two things. One: a lot of times it would scare the person into running off. Or two: the least that would happen would be the man would cover her mouth. She was hoping for the first option.

[Toothless]

Not say he was ignorant but he didn't seem to notice all her trashing, gripping at her chin firmly and examining the mark as though it was something alien upon anyone's face. Not even for a moment did he think this might be taken as an attack on her person though he really should have, especially in a neighborhood like this. Her sudden scream certainly startled him... If only because it was unexpected. It may have taken a beat but he released his hold but didn't do the expected and run away, he stayed where he was with an air of uncertainty before uncrumpling the photo in his clunched hand. "Your mother asked me to find you." He mumbled out though she probably wouldn't hear him over her own wailing. "Our mother... actually..." He held up the picture. "This is you right?"

[AHeartlessNobody]

(Hey would you be up for a second rp? We'd have to play two characters each, but two of them can be kind of side characters. Its a realistic rp too so I'm not sure how well that sits with you)
When he let her go, Angela took a few quick steps back from him, seeming ready to throw a punch or two if he came near her again. She pulled her arm back, ready to punch anyway, but stopped when he spoke. His words, And more so the picture he had of her, threw her for a loop. She slowly lowered her arm, only to snatch the picture out of his hand, looking at it closely. Yes, it was her. She remembered her father talking this picture, when he had been a good father. It was her, in a white lacy dress, hugging onto some old stuffed animal that she was sure was in her room still.

She looked at the picture then back up him, "That's....impossible. My mother died years ago! My father told me! She died when I was a baby! So how did you get this picture?!"

[Toothless]

(I find them to not hold my attention long but let me hear what you have in mind.) He flinched a bit in surprise at her sudden grab but made no effort to keep the picture from her. It was a cute enough photo but he held no attachment to it, it had just been something he took along to varify and her reaction proved that it was her- or at least had been many years ago. "He lied to you. Mom lied to me too." He felt they were fair in this aspect. "She never told me I had any siblings." The father part was still up in the air though, he knew the man his sister was living with wasn't theirs though. It wasn't a lie to say he was no longer along and that was all she had ever said. "Just the other day I learnt I had a twin though and here I am." He finished with a sheepish smile.

[AHeartlessNobody]

Anna looked down at the picture trying to put all the prices together. Her father had said that her mother had died. It wasn't like he hadn't lied to her before. He had lied to her a lot actually. But at the time that the lie had been told, he had been in a good state of mind. He hadn't been into drugs or drinking yet. So why tell her that her mother was dead when she really wasn't? She looked back at him, "How am I supposed to know that this isn't some sort of a scam. If this I'd true then prove it! Let me speak to our mother."

[Toothless]

He understood that she would want better proof than that but it was just hard for him to address this subject so soon after the accident. It had only been about a week now and he had hard time coming to terms with it sometimes- he knew she was dead, had seen her die but sometimes it still seemed like a bad dream. "I... I... can't." He knew that wasn't enough, she would need a reason he was keeping her from seeing their mom. "She died. I guess she didn't want to take this to her grave though." All that guilt, he just wished she had said something sooner.