Crimson shrugged. " No clue, I have seen her hanging around like a ghost before... " he glanced in the direction the girl ran before shaking his head. " I wonder why she ran away... " he muttered before glancing at the other girl. " I'm going to see if she's okay, coming? " he asked as he began running in the direction the girl went.
She seemed lonely...and he wasn't the one for letting people be lonely.

Raven took off after the boy. "Your Crimson right?" she asked. "Well anyway, lets not scare her. I don't want her to think we're trying to hurt her." She liked kids. On the streets she had kept an eye on the ones younger than her, because someone had done the same for her. She had been killed by the Myrmidons and Raven wanted revenge. But first she wanted to help the girl that had run.

Ashara stopped only when she had gotten to her room. Breathing with only a slight difficulty, she put her back to the door and slid down. What was she doing? She can't lose control like that. 'It's life and death out here,' her father's words echoed in her head. 'One wrong move and you're never seen again.' She held out her left hand. It was shaking. after staring at it for a moment, she unzipped her bag and pulled out a needle and thread. Lightly, she re-stitched the seam she had torn, just enough so that it looked normal, but loose enough so that she could manually tear it again. When she was done, she slipped it back in her bag again, zipped it up, and hugged the kitty, her eyes closed. "I want to go home," she said out loud, tears coming to her eyes again.

Raven heard the girl saying she wanted to go home. She knocked lightly on the door, "Hello? Are you okay?' she said softly.

For a moment, Ashara was startled. was she caught? She crawled quickly under the bed to hide, even though she knew it was a poor hiding spot. When she was under the bed, however, she heard a soft voice. "Who.... Who are you?" she whimpered just as softly.

"I'm a friend. The name's Raven. What's yours?" She stood at the door in the hallway.

(i'ma pause here for Cora. :3 that ok?)

Yep! We need Crimson to continue.

Cassandra sniffled and looked up at him with wide eyes. She couldn't believe that he actually came back and not to make fun of her for crying. He had actually touched her to wipe away her tears and her cheeks still burned from his touch. She couldn't really remember the last time someone had talked to her without being forced to do so. "You deserved it. You were being rude to those people..." She said and looked away. "Not like they didn't deserve it though." She mumbled under her breath. She couldn't believe that this was actually happening. 'Why is he talking to me? Is he going to make fun of me now?' She thought to herself.

Gabriel grumbled in agreement, these robots were starting to get old. "I just want this to end so I can start my own family. I don't want to start a family and than worry about my child dying in twenty years. I want a wife that I know will still be alive tomorrow." He raged, anger clouding his thoughts. He could feel the robot be a little more rough with his wrist because he had begun moving around a little. He was uncomfortable, he felt exposed in this chair and he wasn't making the decisions for himself, only this rust bucket of a robot.

"None?" Domnick muttered in confusion. It hadn't occurred to him that there might be people out there who survive without fighting. Scientist would have called these people parasites. Reaching into his pouch he pulled out one of his knives and handed it to her. "i only have two and I need at least one, so um... Take this and... And stop crying." He said and wiped her tears away with the back of his other hand. "I said I wasn't going to hurt you and um... Sorry about your bread." He said, staring calmly into her eyes.

Elizabeth looked up at him, her face felt tight and sore form her crying and his face was blurry. "No one comes down this hallway, why did you?" She asked, her voice still shaky. She should have tried going to her room, no one was suppose to see her cry. She had a role to play, she was suppose to be strong and a threat to everyone who walks around. If she was weak than everyone would pick on her just like back than. Thinking back in the past caused her eyes to water up and she could feel the tears slipping from her eyes again. She missed her family, her little brother. The last thing she remembered of them were how scared they were. There worried faces staring at her, crying, blood everywhere. 'Brother...' Echoed over and over again in her head.

"Yurana right?" Alexander asked, hoping he got her name right. "We need to stay low and try not to get into any fights. Our weapons are obviously not suited for continuous fighting and my arms and back are sore from my half fall half roll." He said and rubbed his shoulder. He hoped that what she said about his back was true because it ached like there was no tomorrow.