.: getting a bite to eat:.

[Toxic Waste]

Black shoes moved over the ground as he walked, he didn't like this shape but this was the only was one way he could live. His black hair was pulled up into a pony tail. He blinked as he walked into the restaurant, green eyes moved over the table's. He was wearing his normal outfit, black pants red shirt with black boots,he moved slowly to the back of the bar as he sat down.

His green eyes closed some. he need some sleep but he was not getting it, he let out a sigh. the smell of cooking food, made a smirk move over his lips as he shook it away. He was not really in here to eat most just to sit, he had been on the move for about a week now. He didn't know where he was or what this places was called. Something called him here and he didn't know what it was, he didn't like normal humans to much. He saw them all as weak, he wonder if their where any like him self in this place.

Green eyes look up as a girl just a little older then himself came to the table and took his order. it was nothing big just something to take the pain in his belly away. he had got him just a hamburger, it was nothing like what he really wanted to eat but it was still food. his eyes closed, he felt out of place here, he more like to get his own food.

[diallanight12]

Dialla's bare feet swept the restaurants floor. She was hungry after the night's run and needed to eat something. She touched her side and gasped, for the pain was still there. Her grey shirt was darker on that side, stained with blood. She wasn't sure if the bullet was still in the wound or not but she wasn't about to check here. She was supposed to be at home now, just waking up but she hadn't returned since the men with guns attacked her last night. She spotted a man about her age sitting at a table by himself. She walked up to him." Mind if I sit with you?" She winced as her wound stung when she talked.