2 - A Familiar Face

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Deleon finished setting up everything in her room, and opened her windows, noticing she had a little tree beside it. She grinned to herself, thinking about all the animals that would come to visit her.
"This tree is sturdy enough for me to climb as well!" She shouted over the music, even though she was just thinking out loud. She giggled to herself joyfully and started her way up the tree.
The window being open made a breeze flow through her room and open her door wide open, so anyone could see inside.
She noticed a little bird had fallen out of the nest and was chirping loudly to his mother, who was flying around frantically trying to get back to him. "Aw... hold on little buddy!" She picked him up and put him in the nest, which soothed the mother.

Elliott climbed out of the taxi with his large backpack on his shoulder, a laptop bag in his hand. He sighed and walked up to the door. He rang the bell, waiting for someone to answer. He ran his fingers through his newly short hair with a smile.

Hearing the doorbell Percy turned away for a moment "Hold that thought...I'll be right back." he told Lynx before heading to the door and swinging it open "Hullo?"

He coughed, trying to make his feminine voice lower. "I'm Elliott? I think I'm supposed to move in here?" He asked nervously. His voice was still high and he didn't sound certain about anything he was saying.

Percy raised an eyebrow slightly "Are you sure? You don't sound very sure" he commented before stepping aside. "Come on in. I'm Percy."

He walked inside silently, his head down. This was the first time he had somewhere to live apart from a shelter in a month. He pulled a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Percy. "Is this the right address?" he asked softly.

Percy glanced down at the address before he looked back up and smiled at the Male "Yep that's this place. I believe we already spoke over the phone about your living arrangements?

Dakota, who had found her room and was sitting in it and she began to play with fire once more. Weaving it in between her fingers, over her palm to the back of her hand, and up her arm. She repeated this for a while, she standing up and looking outside her window, her minty green eyes looked towards the sky.

"Yeah. Thanks for letting me stay here. I don't have anywhere to go except shelters, and they can't keep me forever." he walked further inside and looked around.

"Don't mention it " he replied before he led him towards the stairs " your room will be up there, just look for the door with you name on it

"thank you," he said softly. He walked up the stairs and found his room. He locked the door behind him and tossed his bags on the bed. He neatly put the few clothes he had in the closet and quickly unpacked the rest of his belongings; it didn't take long.

Lynx was going to tell Percy about herself, it was only fair, but the doorbell called both their attention. Since it was Percy's house she smiled at him and left the kitchen without a word. Looking back over her shoulder she watched him head for the door. It was a new room mate, a guy, well at least now there will be a little bit of balance to tip the scale. Lynx then went to her room to go sleep as she only got a few hours after her night shift.

Percy stepped back into the kitchen to finish his conversation with lynx only to find that she had left. Shrugging he grabbed his coffee and downed it before washing his cup and walking upstairs to check on the new people

Dakota walked to her door, grabbing her bag and a pair on fingerless black gloves. The took off her glasses, going into her bathroom and slipping in her contacts. She then opened the door, leaving the room and walking right past Percy and towards the front door.

"Leaving?" Percy asked as he glanced over at Dakota curiously. From his point of view it seemed she was already heading for the front door.

She looked at him, nodding "Just for a.. Walk" she stated, giving a small smile, then opening the front door and leaving, heading down the path.

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