Heart to Heart (c)

[Wraith]

Wraith glanced at her warily, then went back to scanning her papers. "Maybe." Actually, she had a feeling she and Sammie were more alike than Sammie could possibly guess. One bold and angry, the other shy and skittish, but underneath...both victims. Both murderers. Both capable of feeling and loving like anyone else, yet strangely and utterly without regret.

[Sammie]

((Awwww they're secret BFFs ))

"I can handle it," muttered Sammie (more to herself than anyone else) as she tried to finish off the rest of her papers.

[Wraith]

((I know! It's pretty awesome.))

"Mmm-hmm," Wraith said soothingly, knowing better than to argue. If there was one thing she'd learned in her life, it was that people could rarely handle the things they thought they could. Especially on their own. She wandered serenely down the streets, looking lost and forlorn, her papers going like hotcakes.

[Sammie]

((I love how our characters almost always end up as best friends ))

Sammie shouted a couple more headlines before finally finishing off her papers. She secretly agreed with Clara. She should've done this earlier and saved all the trouble running from the cops and gang members that sucked her into her horrible habits. Well, she found her way back now, right?

[Wraith]

((So true! ;D Which reminds me, I don't think Goblin or Wraith's so much as talked to Ershey since the Ericson thing. There should be an awkward reunion.))

Wraith finished selling and went into hiding for a while, wandering shadowy alleys nearby, enjoying her solitude until Sammie stopped shouting headlines. Then she reappeared with her usual suddenness, anxious to get home and make sure Sebastian hadn't found a way to die in their absence.

[Sammie]

((Oooh there should be ))

Sammie finished selling off her papers just in time for her to spot Clara once again. "Where'd you run off to?" she asked, walking towards her.

[Wraith]

"Here and there," she said vaguely, with the slightly theatrical pleasure she occasionally took in her vanishing abilities. She waited for Sammie to reach her side, then started back toward Duane Street. "You make a great newsie," she said with an encouraging smile, then bit her lip. "You think Sebastian had time to get into any more trouble?"

[Sammie]

"He can't move with his shoulder, don't worry about it," said Sammie, not worrying too much about him. "You two always been together? I mean, live together?"

[Wraith]

Her face fell, and she didn't answer for a moment. "Yeah, always, except...except for one year," she finally murmured, almost too soft to hear.

[Sammie]

"What happened?" she asked curiously.

[Wraith]

"He got arrested," she explained. "Just stealing food, like everyone else. After a year, they let him out and he came and found me." And that was the abridged version, to say the least.

[Sammie]

Sammie quirked an eyebrow at her, quite sure that it was more than just stealing food. But she wasn't about to pry. They weren't best friends or anything. " Well, he found you," she said, trying to sound optimistic.

[Wraith]

"Yeah, and then he went and almost got himself killed," she muttered. Not that she really had a right to complain. She'd been the first of the two siblings to seek murderous revenge. Hers just happened to have been a little less elaborate.

[Sammie]

"Sorry?" blinked Sammie, unable to put the pieces together.

[Wraith]

"I mean right now, with the gunshot wound," she clarified, and hesitated. "That's, uh...the only reason I'm talking to you, really. I'm not in the habit of trusting anyone, let alone ex-gangsters. Saving my brother's life gets you a lot of points."