A Young teenage boy, with curly black hair, sea green eyes walked past the girl, and flipped her a coin, he took a second to regard her " What happened to you, where you in some sort of scrap?"
She looked up at him and replied "Well, this morning I got mugged and beaten."
The boy frowned " Tough brake la' " He said. " I've 'ad a bit of trouble with that meself, do ye' need to borrow a bit of cash or somethin'?"
"Cash would be nice, but you don't have to dude."
" Whatever, if it's to help out a pretty girl like, yerself" The scouser said smirking, already in flirting-mode She gave him a small smile "Thanks."
The Liverpoldian fished around in his pocket for his wallet " I didn't get your name, like" He said "Just call me Mary." She replied he nodded " And I'm Liam" He said, after finally finding his money " Sorry, I havn't got much cash like.. It's just expensive to convert it from pounds to dollers and that"
"It's all right, i'll take what I can get. Oh, and nice to meet ya Liam."
Liam smiled " An' nice to meet ye too, laa"
She nodded " anyway, I 'ave to go like, I'm playing in me band tonight aren't I.. prehaps I'll see you around, yeah?" Liam said as he walked of. (I'll intoduce a new OC if thats okay)
She nodded "All right, see ya." she said before he left. " You alright? You' covere' in bruise?" A girl with wide worried indigo eyes said, as she walked over to mary. (Yorkshire OC..)
"Hm? Oh yeah, i'm fine. Nothing i'm not used to."
The brunette would have none of it though, and began checking the American over " Yu sure y' not hurt etall?" She asked.
"Don't think so." She said, she was quite used to being bruised like this so she ignored the pain or walked it off Martha sighed and watched her go, she still felt concerned for the poor girl, but there was nought she could do.
She only sighed and rubbed the back of her neck Suddenly, a brown-haired young man crashed right into mary " Watch where you're fuckin' goin', love!" He exclamed.
"Chill dude, it was an accident." She said grabbing her shoulder, it was already bruised so being crashed into it hurt a bit The Manc's expression softened a little seeing as she was hurt " youalright there din' hurt ya, did A?" His sccent was gruf, and a little hard to follow.
She took a minute to process what he said from his accent "Uhh yeah, i'm fine."
" Gud, Cuz A Dun wanna hurt a girl Do A?" he said, " You are covered in wounds like, yo a scrapper or somethin'?"
"Err..A scrapper
"Err..A scrapper? I'm homeless if that's what you mean.."
" Er no, it means ye' a fighter, innit though.." The manc said " You 'omless, love, Don' worry A've been there before, jus' don' turn to drugs like, it's a killer gettin of them"
"Don't do drugs, got it." she replied " Yepp, I gotta mate who's a propa smack-head an' it don't do 'im no good." The Manc paused " So whats yer name anyway..?"
"I'm Mary."
" 'an I'm Karl " He said. " Listen, luv, dye need a place to stay like, the streets round 'ere are pretty fucking dangerouse.."
: "I noticed." she muttered "Well yeah, I do." she said in her normal tone : " If ye' want you can come round were I live- A don't actually own the place like, but there are a whole load of us Livin there.. It's actually me brother's from London's place" Karl said.
"Well if it's all right, that would be seriously awesome dude."
" 'Appy to 'elp." Karl said " A Mean, if am scroungin' of me brother, you might as well too, like" He began walking in the way of the apartment.
She nodded and walked with him " Ere' it is' " He said, indicating to a large but grotty apartment black " It ent much like, but it's home innit?.."
She shrugged "Seems fine to me." Anything was better then an alley to her.
karl began walking up the seemingly endless flight of stairs. " So 'ow did you end up bein 'omless ayway?" He asked bluntley.
She walked with him "Ran away from home a while ago, it wasn't really planned so all I left with was my guitar and a couple bucks." she said rather casually ".. was 'ome that bad then?" The manc asked sympathetically.
"Yeah, abusive parents. Snapped one night and ran for it." Her face was neutral and so was her tone ".. " Karl looked away unsure of what to say " Oh 'ere we are!" He said once they reached the apartment door, glad for a change of subject.
"Oh, sweet." she said Inside, it was very messy, there was a singal couch in the middle of the room, all around there where odd objects, such as shoes, flags, even a guitar, the room truley was chaos/ " So, ju wanta cuppa?" Karl asked, walking towards the kitchen Oh yeah, youra yank, you prefare Coffe I betcha"
She nodded "Yeah, coffee would be great." she replied as she scanned the room with her eyes, it was different to say the least, but again much better then an alley.
Karl got to work on making the drinks in the kitchen. Meanwhile, in the living room, a young man with neat black hair walked in. " ..Who're you?" He asked bluntly (London OC!.. YEs theres more!)
"Hm? Oh my name's Mary. Karl let me come here."
" he's always letting the waifs in." The man muttered irritably. "Ignore him! He's an Areshole!" Karl shouted from the kitchen, chuckling a ltttle.
She chuckled at Karl's response The Londoner sighed, and muttered something about 'idiot brothers' before sitting down on the sofa and getting out his laptop.
She crossed her arms and waited for Karl to get the coffee done " aight Lads! I forgot me 6 strings" A scouse accented voice said, Liam entered the room, much to the obviuos annoyence of the elder brother. The Liverpoodlian looked up, and saw Mary. " Aren't ye the girl from before" He asked, confused.
She turned her head to see Liam who'm she recognized from the street. "Oh,yeah. Karl brought me here."
Liam nodded and grinned. " Typical fucking Karl" He said, just as the manc came out of the Kitchen with the coffe. Liam walked out after taking what he needed " Anyway..I gotta go, I'll see youse 'round, yeah" " 'youse' is not a word." Jack (London) called after him.
'Wow, there's a lot of these guys.' she thought after hearing Jack then turned to Karl seeing that he brought the coffee " yeah, theres four of us 'Lads'.. you 'aven't met out other brother" Karl said, setting the Mugs down on the Coffe table " 'An we have our to sisters too.. course we aren't all biologically related, our familys a tad complicated." Jack huffed irritated " I'd appreciate it if you didn't share our family history with strangers, Karl" He said, not looking away from his laptop.
She nodded and took the glass of coffee and took a sip. "I've only got one little sister myself."
" oh, is tha' so," Karl said " Whats she' called?"
"Her name's Jessica." she replied " oh, " Karl said, and drank his tea.
She nodded and drank her coffee A young man, with longish scruffy brown hair, abnormally thick-eye brows (even more than the other brothers!) stormed into the room, a noticable bruise was on his face.
She turned her head in surprise when the man suddenly stormed into the room, and couldn't help but wonder how he bruised his face.
" What have I told you about fighting, Marcus?" Jack scolded sternly. The other Boy just frowned at him " I din even start it." He complained, in a thick geordie accent, that was even more difficult to decipher than Karls ( New-castle..)
She didn't say anything, not like she could really understand Marcus and just went on drinking her coffee " Oo's she." Marcus asked, pointing to Mary. " Don't be rude." Jack scolded, despite the fact he'd done practically the same thing earleir. " I brought 'er home" Karl said, grinning a but over the top of his mug of tea.
She waved her hand a bit "Name's Mary." she said " Oh ye 'n am Marcus" He replied, he too sat down on the sofa, much to Jack's annoyence, as it was getting a bit crowded there already.
she nodded and replied "Nice to meet ya."
" Likewise." He said, in his thick accent " S' 'ow come yer stayin' with us"
" fair enuf." Marcus shrugged.
She nodded and finished her coffee Karl yawned " Fuckin' hell it's late" He remarked. " I'm gonna get me 40 winks." Jack however stopped him " And were is our little 'guest' going to sleep?" He asked. Karl shrugged " She can share mavis' room or somthin'" He said, before walking of.
She put the cup on the coffee table, and hoped everything was all right. "If it's a problem, I can sleep on the couch or something."
Karl shook his head " Don' worry, there's plenty of room there.. we'll set out some matresses or somethin' an' besides.. Marcus sleeps on the couch"
: She nodded "Oh, all right."
It was earley mourning, and the sun peeked throuh the dirty windows Soon after the sun was shining through the windows, being the light sleeper that she is, Mary got up stretched a bit and yawned.
In the Kitchen Mavis was already making breakfast, being the earley riser that she is.
She noticed Mavis was there. "Morning." she said " Mournin' "Mavis Chirped cheerfully.
She nodded. "So, what are ya making?"
" Full English" She said, " Sas'ges, beans, tomatos, I had to go te' shop jus' to get"
"Oh, cool." she replied. It sounded different from the stuff she would usually eat growing up in New York.
: " I never let t' boys in Kitchen" She remarked " Terrible cooks, all four ' them"
She laughed a bit. "I'm not much of a cook myself."
Martha chuckled a little, and set out the plates of food, almost imediatley, Karl and Marcus charged into the Kitchen, upon smeeling the food.
She was surprised to see them charge in so suddenly. "Good morning." She said " Mournin'" They both said in usion, before quickly sitting down and eating the food. " Would you like sme too?" Martha asked, kindley.
She nodded. "Yeah, that would be great."
Martha set dow a plate of food. " 'njoy" She said.
"Thanks dude." she said with a smile. Then she sat down and started eating Martha simled, and set down her own plate. " I bet Liams got a hangover" Karl remarked.
She continued with her food, wondering if drinking was a normal thing for him, and wondering were her life would take her now..?