Type C- Crow
Sue-ness- 8/10
Originality- 6/10
Additional info- Has a very strong 'emo/goth' stereotype thing going on, but will insist that they are 'unique', 'their own person' and never 'conform'. Apart from the emo stereotype that they will insist is nonexistent.
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The trio sat in a huddle, disheartened.
"So what do we do now?" Winry asked. Al and Ed didn't even bother to respond. She shrugged and went to stand by the window.
"Wonder how our Type A is doing out there."
...
Anna was, if possible, even more put out than the group inside the house; all she wanted to do was make a good impression on the people she idolised and now they were hiding from her. She sensed a slow resentment building up deep in her chest, laced with a dull throbbing of self pity and misery.
Who needed them anyway? She'd be better off without them. Nodding firmly to herself, she thrust herself to her feet and stormed angrily away from the house. That'd show them.
BAM.
She landed heavily on her backside, blinking dazedly up at the offender who had carelessly rammed into her. Her vision rested on a boy only a few years older than herself, although it was hard to tell with the amount of makeup smothered on his face.
He glared moodily down at her, one eye twitching in annoyance. He looked to be about 16, with long black bangs covering his left eye and brushing his shoulders. His eyes were a deep violet, and ringed with coal black eye liner and eye shadow, which contrasted interestingly with the dark scarlet...lipstick (?) he was wearing. He had a piercing though his ear, lip and eyebrow-in all honesty he looked like he'd lost a fight with a stapler.
"What are you gawking at?" An acidic voice tore her from her observations.
"Nothing! Honestly!" She cried. She was greeted by another sceptical glare. "Fine, then, whatever. I have to go." And with that, she continued on her indignant march to...to...hmm. Where should she go? Probably where she came from- but where was that? It then occurred to her that she had no memory of anything earlier than that day, apart from the Elrics and the others, obviously.
The boy was watching her again. She whirled round. "What are YOU gawking at?"
The boy's gaze rose to meet her own.
"You. Sadly." He shrugged then walked up to her. "What are you doing here?"
"None of your business."
"Well, that's nice. See what you did? I'm not gonna let you help now." The boy turned away and began walking towards the house.
"Wait!" Anna cried, jogging after him, suddenly curious. "Help with what?"
"None of your business."
Anna pouted. "Yeah, yeah. Now spill." The boy smirked.
"I'm need to get inside that house over there. That was where you came from wasn't it?"
"No." Replied Anna, a sudden saddened aura hanging over her. "But I wish I did."
The boy raised one eyebrow. "Right..." There was a long pause. "So, kid, what's your name?"
"Anna. And yourself?"
"My name is irrelevant. But you can call me Crow."
"Great. Nice to meet you...Crow." The last part was muffled by Anna's uncontrollable snigger. Crow shot her yet another withering look.
"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, while you can. But at least I won't be the one...the one..." Crow went blank.
Anna giggled some more. "'The one' what, Crow?"
"At least they won't find out my name!" He finally blurted out, a smug smile on his face. "There."
"Who would anyway? Are you planning to get yourself into a situation where your first name would put you in danger?" Anna asked.
Crow narrowed his dark eyes at her. "Shut up."
"With pleasure."
...
Three pairs of curious eyes were fixed one the duo outside.
"There's ANOTHER one?" Al gasped.
"Looks like..." Came Ed's vague mutter.
Winry flopped into a chair. "Well, terrific. And this one's a guy, too. What if he can break in?"
"Dunno." Replied Ed, following suit and collapsing into a sitting position by the door. "Maybe we should call Mustang again."
Al shot him a withering look. "And what's he going to do? Send in the cavalry for two civilians and a retired soldier? Face it, brother; we're just not that important anymore."
Ed scowled, but remained stonily quiet. It was true. They really had faded into the background these last couple of years; once all the business with the 'Promised Day' had finally calmed down, and they'd been exploring like they'd always wanted... it really did feel like it was over. But what could you expect? The brothers had been practically and literally in Ed's case, soldiers, doing the job of grown men, and achieving the unachievable. They had mastered the basics of alchemy as children, excelled as teenagers, and saved the entire country, possibly the world before they'd reached adulthood. Anything else they attempted now would be child's play, and leave them unsatisfied.
The brothers weren't the only ones in a rut. Winry was also feeling the pang for adventure and although the gaping chasm in her heart had finally been filled by the brothers' permanent return, another small hole was growing, constantly gnawing at her insides. She did hate to see her loved ones leave her, even if it was temporary, but she'd spent so long worrying about others, she'd never really given much thought to what she wanted from her life. She'd thought when she younger, that Rush Valley would be enough for her, but it just wasn't. She wanted to be the best of the best, not just one of the best in Rush Valley. But how could she possibly tell that to Al and Ed, when she had made it very clear to them how much it had hurt her when they'd left to follow their goals? Especially Ed...
Al carefully watched his brother and his best friend as they gazed into space, completely oblivious to anything or anyone around them. Did they not realise the danger they were in? Shaking his head, he then coughed loudly. The pair jumped then turned to glare at him, almost accusingly.
"Hello?" He demanded, a stern expression on his face. "Look outside; we have a situation here. You can daydream later." Amazingly, he was beginning to lose his temper. That did not happen often.
"You're right." Ed shook his head too and raised himself to his full height. Not quite as tall as Al though. "We need to devise a strategy."
"Good idea. So, what do we know?" Asked Al.
Winry chipped in. "Well, we know they're growing in number. First one, then another in just a half hour. That can't be a coincidence."
"Right." This was Ed. "And they're probably appearing around here for a reason, so this house isn't safe, for the meantime at least."
"Exactly." And this was Al. "We need to get out of here, as quickly as possible. But without the aid of the military, or even any mode of transport, that won't be easy, especially if they decide to follow us. Which they most probably will."
"Ok." And now Winry. "That would mean we'd need an escape route without them seeing, if we want any chance of getting away from here unnoticed."
"Yeah; Al, can you transmute us a door at the side of the house-" Began Ed, but was stopped by Winry's furious glare. "Without leaving any permanent damage?" He added hurriedly.
Al nodded, a determined smile on his face. "Definitely. But what about after we leave the house? We can't just run, especially if we have no idea where we're going; for all we know, central could be an even worse option than staying here."
Ed exhaled loudly, closing his eyes in concentration. "Good point. Okay. Al? You go and call up Mustang again and find out what the situation's like over there. Winry? Go and get Den, along with some supplies; we could be gone for a while. I'll go and draw up some designs for the transmutation arrays we'd need to create an entire vehicle. Not gonna be easy, especially since I'm pretty rusty, on account of not being able to do anything for a couple years... But you do have plenty of spare automail pieces right, Win?"
Winry held back a reflex shudder at the idea of her precious creations being ripped apart to make a car. She forced herself to nod, and concentrate on getting out safely, not her years of work and sleepless nights. Wasn't that easy.
A smug smile spread across the blond's face, reminding her of Den whenever she threw him a particularly juicy bone. She couldn't deny he looked pretty adorable though. "Perfect. Thanks Win- I'll try not to make the damage irreparable." And with one last grin, he dashed off to the confines of her bedroom/mechanic shed. Her hand twitched toward the very tempting wrench lying on the table top, but she bravely resisted. This time.
As Winry watched both of the boys work valiantly on the task at hand, she couldn't help but feel a little privileged. After all, who got to see the Elric Brothers working together in a crisis? Wasn't all too common of a sight anymore, unless the daily fight over who got the last slice of apple pie counted.
It felt just like the old days, except there was one crucial difference- she got to be right there, fighting beside them. And she wouldn't have it any other way.
