A Chance Meeting.

Who: Leija and Caleb
When: late night
Where: park, then Chrissy The Bitch's house

Some teenagers snuck out their windows and down a trellis. They weren't lucky enough to have wings, poor them. It was just before midnight when Leija opened her window and climbed out onto the roof of the back porch. She crouched there a moment and tucked the earbuds of her iPod into her ears. In just a tanktop and jeans, she waited a moment, just taking in the sensation of the rough shingles against her bare feet. Then she closed her eyes brought her wings out, and launched herself off the roof. Flying was really one of her singular pleasures. She wasn't sure how it all worked, but she'd never been spotted, either, so far as she could tell. Which was interesting, seeing as how her wings were made out of flames. But, she wasn't going to look a gift-horse in the mouth. It was a while before she was tired enough to land again. Her feet touched down on the soft grass of Trowbridge Park and she started to walk, looking around at the dark, humming lightly with the music in her ears.

Caleb was out wandering around. Also listening to music, and almost looking for trouble. Or more he wouldn't mind if trouble decided to fall on his head. Which probably wasn't a good sign. Looking for a fight would probably come next. He knew how his head worked, and that was how. Sooo yeah. He paused as his batteries died on him, and he made a little frustrated noise and patted his pockets as if the magic battery fairy had left some on his person. Which he knew damn well were mostly empty aside from random bubblegum machine jewelry for Melia and some loose change. But he had to check anyhow.

Unaware that she wasn't completely alone in the park, Leija started to sing out loud. Her voice wasn't as good as her skills with instruments themselves, but it didn't make dogs howl, either. "And I loved you more than you will ever know, a part of me died when I let you go ..." She closed her eyes and started to dance with herself, twirling over the grass and singing. It was something she usually just did in her room, but it felt glorious with the cool grass and the air around her bare arms. "I would fall asleep, only in hopes of dreaming, that everything would be like it was before ..."

Well, he couldn't ignore that. Though he couldn't help but think of sirens when he walked over to view the girl who was singing and dancing by herself in the park. Okaaaay... He stopped and watched, leaned up against the monkeybars as he did so, half moving to climb up a little and take a seat. He didn't want to interrupt just now, and had to wonder if he'd found the trouble he'd been looking for, or something else entirely.

Leija's eyes were closed, so she was oblivious of her audience for another good minute or so through the song. She'd always wished that she'd taken dance. She might've made a good ballerina. Or so it felt in her limbs, what with the expansive spinning and Graceful Arms. At least until she made herself dizzy enough that she mis-stepped and fell right on her ass. She let out a startled little half-laugh and her eyes popped open and ... oh god, was that someone on the monkey bars? Her heart leapt into her throat and she clapped a hand over her mouth.

Caleb quirked a little half grin and tried not to laugh, but it didn't actually work out for him. "Hi." he said, waving. She didn't look hurt at all, so he didn't ask her if she was okay. Most people it took more of a tumble than that to fuck their shit up. 'Course who knew. She might be a delicate girl. He'd wait and find out. This late at night, for all he knew she was a demon.

And it was waving. Oh God. It was too dark to really see his facial expression, but Leija could imagine it was along the lines of Terribly Amused At The Clumsy Girl. She pulled the little white music-giving buds out of her ears and stared at him with some wide-eyed horror before dignity started to kick in. She crossed her legs and didn't stand up. "I was ready to sit down," she called softly over. Hoping he wasn't ... something that was going to try and eat her.

He chuckled some more. "Yeah? Looked like you fell, to me." Caleb remarked. "But whatever you say. What were you singing?" he asked. At least she hadn't done anything overtly offensive yet. But then he had caught her off guard. Unless she was just doing that to draw someone in, and now you're in a trap.

"Well, it's ... dark. And you're over there." And she sounded like an idiot. It was a guy, he sounded not too much older than her, at least. Leija stayed put, glad for now that he was doing the same. At least he'd offered a question that was relatively normal. "Lifehouse," she answered. "It's called Blind." She squinted a little, trying to see him better.

"I know someone who'd probably like it." Caleb said. Yeah, they were both staying put and that was probably best. "Do you always come out in the middle of the night to sing and dance all by yourself?" he added.

It was one of her favorite songs, one she tended to listen to late at night and cry over and wonder if anyone would ever feel that way about her. Then she got over it in the morning. But all that didn't need to be said. "Pretty often, yeah," she answered honestly. "There's more room out here, and my dad doesn't open the door at inopportune times. Do you always sit on the monkey bars and wait for someone to embarrass themselves in front of you?"

"Not usually." Caleb said. "I generally don't see people making themselves so wide open to that sort of thing. I just figured if I tried to warn you I was here, I'd have to get closer to you, and you might decide I was trying to attack you or some shit and hit me. I wasn't really thinking that was the best of plans ever, so I waited. ...you know there's been murders lately, right?" he asked.

She blushed fiercely in the dark. This was why she didn't let her guard down often. Leija blinked then as the second thing he'd said crept in. "... no?" she answered, voice a bit quieter. Not that she couldn't probably get away from most anything that tried to attack her ... her species-given speed was handy like that, but still ... "I just moved in. Are you the murderer?"

"If I was, I probably wouldn't be warning you about them." Caleb pointed out, but then relented and shook his head. "Naw. I'm not. Just...I think it's both been young women. Seems kinda weird for you to be out wandering around this late when there's been that going on. Figured I'd ask anyways in case you didn't know."

"Well you never know, you could be very good at what you do, and just want to toy with your victims before hand. Since you now know I'm horribly ungraceful," she pointed out back. Which made her feel vaguely ill, because she knew it was possible. She also felt ill hearing that there were even murders around here. So she might be visiting her friends and neighbors. Fabulous. "Thanks, no. I didn't know. ... what's your name?"

"Well you never know, you could be very good at what you do, and just want to toy with your victims before hand. Since you now know I'm horribly ungraceful," she pointed out back. Which made her feel vaguely ill, because she knew it was possible. She also felt ill hearing that there were even murders around here. So she might be visiting her friends and neighbors. Fabulous. "Thanks, no. I didn't know. ... what's your name?"

"Caleb. What's yours?" he asked, not arguing her logic there. Because well, she was right. So...sure. He could be doing that. He wasn't, so he just had to hope that she didn't decide to think he was. He figured them both keeping their distance was a good sign, though.

"Leija," she answered. Then found that she wasn't sure where to go with the conversation from there. Her heart was still beating a little hard, it was creepy to meet someone in the dark. Especially when she was alone and he was ... yeah, there when nobody should probably be out. Including her. But she'd been really restless and feeling too shut-in.

"Like the princess?" he asked, smirking faintly. "I don't think I've ever met anyone named that before." he added. He had to wonder if it was a family name or if her parents were the pinnacle of Star Wars geeks.

She went from mildly disturbed by him to slightly annoyed. She rolled her eyes and actually started to stand up, brushing grass off of her butt. "Yes, it's said like the princess, but spelled differently. It's Norse," she informed him.

"Sorry, how was I supposed to know?" he asked. "Okay, Norse. Like Odin, and Loki and all that?" he continued. Caleb wracked his brain for what else he knew about Norse mythology, but he didn't know that much. Probably just the standard stuff. If that was standard, because now he couldn't remember where he'd read about them in the first place.

"No problem. It's just a little aggravating to immediately get associated with lightsabers and metal bikinis all the time," she said in a mild tone. "But yeah, like that. My mom ... was big into that stuff. Where'd your's come from? It's in the Bible, isn't it?" She took a single ambled step forward. He was still too dark to really see.

"I dunno, never read it." Caleb answered. Which was true, he hadn't had any interest. He didn't believe, and wasn't about to start, so he'd just skipped the heavy reading for now. And, possibly ever. "So it could be I guess. ...actually, now that I'm thinking about it, my brother's middle name is Judas, and I know that's in the bible." he added thoughtfully.

"Me either," Leija said. It was all bullshit anyway, probably. What sort of God would allow the things to happen that did? Not that she believed Odin and Thor and all of them were any more real. No, things were just ... how they were. "So if I get any closer to see if you've got fangs or a big knife or anything, you're not going to kill me, right?"

Caleb hesitated at that, frowning slightly. "...why would I have fangs?" he asked lightly. Now he was wondering if this was one of those fake outs like in the movies where the audience was led to believe that the guy was the predator, and then the girl turns around with the claws and fangs n shit to rip his face off. "...I'm not going to kill you." he added.

Because some monsters are real. This encounter was almost surreal enough for her to say it, but not quite. What with the Star Wars references. She shrugged one almost-bare shoulder. "Just a bad horror-movie reference," she said just as lightly. She didn't come any closer yet, though. It occurred to her to wonder if she'd ever be able to see her own aura. If she was going to die by Late-Night-Park-Guy's fangs.

Sure it is. Caleb thought, remaining still. He didn't really believe her. But then again? He was screamingly paranoid right now. So he could be reading in. Badly. "Well, I don't have any, and if you promise you don't, then you can come closer." he finished.

She held up two fingers. "Scout's honor. No fangs. Or claws or bloody axes or anything." She walked closer, though stayed out of his immediate reach. She was reassuring her nerves that if he made any sudden movements, she was bolting sky-ward. ... and hoping he couldn't fly. " ... do you wanna hear the song?" She pulled her iPod out and showed it to him as much as she could in the dark.

He did keep still as she got closer, tensed to fight if things turned out to be bad horror movieesque. But she really didn't look like she was busting out with the monster-shit, so he relaxed very slightly. She looked about his age, too. "Sure." he said. "I'd offer to let you hear something off of mine, but my batteries died." he added. "How old are you?"

Okay. There wasn't any ... ripping scary death yet, so maybe he was okay. And he didn't have a halo, she could tell from here, so that made her relax a little too. "Seventeen," she told him, bundling up the player and cord to hand up to him. With enough of it exposed so they wouldn't have to touch or anything. "You?"

Caleb for one appreciated not having to make any contact, being he was generally twitchy as fuck when it came to that. He took the ipod and put one bud in his ear, hitting play and backing it up to the song. "Seventeen. So I'll probably be seeing you at school?" he asked. Unless she was going to be a Crazy Homeschooled Girl. But then again he sort of thought if she was, she would have already weirded him out. They always tended to be socially weird.

"Yeah," she said, not sounding terribly excited about that, like, at all. While he listened, she took a step back, tucking her hands into her back pockets. The wood chips over here on the playground side was rough on her feet, but she didn't mind. It was nice, even. "You'll be a junior then?" she asked. Because some places like ... wonked ages. Or some kids were held back, that kinda thing.

He nodded, half listening to the song, half listening to her. "Yeah. I'm hoping I'm not going to be lost. You said you just moved here, I haven't been here long either. Couple weeks only. I'm from New Orleans. Where are you from?" he asked. The song was reminding him of Jamie for some reason he couldn't put his finger on. Sounded like something she might like.

"Pennsylvania," she answered, watching him. Just in case. That, and he wasn't bad-looking, so that was always a very-unimportant plus. If that made any sense. "Wilkes-Barre, it's kind of near Scranton. If that means anything to you." For some reason, it was comforting to hear that he was from somewhere else, too.

Caleb shrugged. "Sorry, none of that means anything to me. I wasn't ever around too much with the parental units. I mean some places, sure, but they were more...vacation spots or the like. I don't think they'd ever be the type to randomly go 'hey, instead of somewhere exotic, let's hit up Pennsylvania."

She laughed, which surprised her. But hey, it was funny. She rolled her eyes, bemused. "Yeah, it wasn't exactly spring break material or anything," she said. "Unless you really like coal mines. In which case, you're terribly creepy. New Orleans, though, that had to be and interesting place to grow up. I've always wanted to go."

She earned a little faint half smirk that was gone momentarily after it arrived, but it had made an appearance, anyhow. He decided she looked cute when she smiled. "I'd agree that anyone who had that much of a hard on for coal mines is a little on the creepy side." he said. "And yeah. Interesting is one word." He could think of a lot of others. "If you go, go during Mardi Gras. You'll never forget it."

"Never forget it in a good way or never forget it in a huddled-in-a-corner-traumatized way?" she said, still smiling a little. Okay, he likely wasn't going to skin her alive or anything, or he would've done it by now. Probably. Whatever. She padded around behind him -- not too close, though -- to the other side of the monkey bars and hopped up to grab one and sway a little.

Caleb turned, possibly a little too quickly. He didn't like anyone at his back. Ever. So he was keeping her in sight. He was careful of her player though, and was relieved to see that she was just climbing. So he relaxed again and watched. "Depends how much stimulation you can take." he answered honestly. "Some people thrive off of it, all the chaos, all the trouble you can get into, everything else you can imagine. Other people just get chewed up and spit out by it. I've seen tourists go into sort of shock over it. Both good and bad."

Leija was busy climbing now, though she noted his bit o' paranoia. It seemed to pass, so that was good. She listened and nodded. She could be there, in New Orleans, in just a minute or so if she wanted to be. It was hideously tempting, so often, to just disappear like that. But it would hurt daddy so much that she never had. Yet. But maybe a weekend trip sometime ... "Did you thrive on it?" she asked, giving him a very curious glance.

Caleb, resituating himself on the bars, crossed his arms on one in front of him, resting his chin there. Nodding, he noted the song had changed, but wanted to hear what she had on her player. "Yeah. I think mostly the ones who kind of break down and get eaten by the city and people are the ones who aren't from there and didn't grow up with it. It's just...culture shock, on a larger scale, I think."

She had an eclectic mess of everything, but the playlist she'd had it on were a lot of songs in the same vein of guitar-emo-y stuff. She climbed to the top and settled down on one of the cross-bars, bare feet dangling. She liked heights. A lot. "I think I'd like it," she decided in a musing tone, giving a glance around. "A living sort of chaos." As opposed to the chaos that she was generally involved in.

"It's definitely that." Caleb agreed. "It's like someone took a big jar of random people, a mess of good shit, a mess of bad shit, then shook it and dumped it out on the streets." he explained. Then felt silly for it. But that was very much like it was. "You ever want to see an incredibly interesting and possibly disturbing cross section of humanity, that's Mardi Gras."

Leija smiled, trying to picture that. And pretty much succeeding. She just ... kind of hoped she'd never get called there. It might ruin the whole city for her. "Well maybe I'll make it someday," she said, and sounded genuinely hopeful about it. Who knew, right? She might ... find her element or whatever the hell it was that was wrong with her.

"I suggest it. Everyone should see it someday, just because. Just don't get taken in and eaten by the city and the people." Caleb said, brown eyes turning up on her. "Becaues that does really happen." he added.

"Watch for zombies, check," she said, giving him a little smirk. Then shook her head. "No, I know what you mean. I've heard." That New Orleans was a veritable hotbed of insane-supernatural stuff? Yeah, she'd heard. Or read enough on her own. Both, really. She shifted slightly, looking down. "So I bet this is kinda culture shock for you, huh? Small northern BFE town?" Maybe that was why he wandered around at night.

Caleb actually laughed a little at that, smiling a touch as he looked up on her. "God, yes." he admitted. "It's weird getting used to the mentality here. I've been here a few weeks and it's still kind of sinking in sometimes. I think it's mostly the weird nice thing like everyone has going on. The random strangers who say hi and all that shit. The fact that there isn't really anything resembling gangs and there's no like...bad parts of town."

Leija smiled back. She'd lived in basically one small town most of her life, seeing as how she was a baby in Chicago, but ... she'd been a lot of places. And she had a good imagination. So that brought out some sympathy for him and how he must feel really out of place. "Well I'll totally not say hi and make gang signs at you instead when we pass on the street, give you a taste of home," she quipped.

He laughed, a bit more full this time than before. "Thanks." he said drily. "I appreciate it. And I'm fairly sure you could pull it off and no one would even know what the fuck you were doing. They'd just think that you were signaling me that...I have no idea. There's homework for some class, or it's going to rain or something."

She giggled, and yes it was girly, and yes she usually hated it, but ... there it was. Fact of life. She shifted her position, carefully balancing as she got her legs behind her and actually laid down on her stomach on the monkeybars. It'd get uncomfortable real fast, but it was neat to watch her arms dangle down like that. "They'd learn when we did bike-drivebys and gatted their houses with water balloons and stuff. Gotta represent and all that."

"Well if we're going to be doing that, then we'll have to soon. I keep getting told by random locals that it'll be winter like, next week. Or whatever. Soon. So if we're going to be doing water balloons, yeah. It'll need to be sometime in the near future. The question would be who's houses would we be targeting?" Caleb certainly had a suggestion. Ohhh yes he did.

"Well, if we wait a week or two then, they'll be frozen water balloons, and they'll hurt more," she pointed out sagely. She looked up at him and grinned a little. She did feel free tonight. "And break windows and the like. I dunno about who, though, I just got here. No time to win friends and influence people yet. You got anybody in mind?"

"Actually, yes." Caleb said. "Chrissy Chapman. Fucking whore actually broke a window of a...a friend of mine earlier tonight." he grumbled. Quite obvioulsy, this didn't sit well with him. "If anyone deserves a frozen water balloon to the face, it's her." Well he wasn't bitter or anything, now was he?

Leija's eyebrows lifted at that. Well then. She propped herself up on her arms, and winced a little as her back cracked. It felt good, though. "So is vandalism or psychological warfare more your style?" she asked with a little grin playing at her lips. "Or a beautiful harmony of both?"

He eyed her for a few moments, then a slow little smirk lit his features. "Usually both." he said. "Why, considering joining my ranks against the evil fucking bitch? Fair warning, apparnetly she's top dog at school or some shit, so you could be commiting social suicide right now by that."

She rolled her eyes. "Like I'd have a social life anyway." And that seemed to settle it. She slipped between the bars and dropped down onto the wood chips, looking up at him again. "Know where she lives?" she asked. "We can at least scope out the territory. Such things take recon."

"I do." Caleb said, turning off her ipod and holding it down to her. Then he dropped down and nodded for her to follow. "C'mon, this way. The house next door is Jamie's. That's the aformentioned friend. The short short version is they used to be best friends, now Chrissy's a psychotic whore who I'd sort of like to drag out somewhere and leave her body where she wouldn't be found, but y'know. Society rules and all that. Murder for some silly reason is all illegal n shit."

It was flippant, and she was the one encouraging him (them, whatever) to take revenge, but still it sent a chill up Leija's spine. Her pace slowed, but she lifted her foot like she was brushing something off of the bottom of it and pocketing her ipod at the same time. He was just talking, was all. Just talking. It didn't automatically mean that she'd have to be called out of bed one night to see him wreak the worst kind of destruction on another human being. That was silly. She cleared her throat and started to catch up, nodding belatedly to what he said.

He slowed after he realized she did, hands shoved into his pockets. "...I was kidding." Kind of. He'd make sure her body wasn't found, and it wouldn't be in the woods. He was much more leaning towards giving her to Melia. Really. But maybe he wouldn't have to if he and Leija could get the bitch to back the fuck off or something before he did something rash. It was an idea.

"Hm? Oh, it's okay," she said lightly. Though it wasn't really okay. Well ... it was as okay as she made it, so she'd made it perfectly okay. I just have to face horrific murders pretty much on a daily basis, so ... yeah, no worries. But that was too much to explain. She continued walking along beside him, though.

They walked along in silence for a bit, as he lead them towards Chrissy's house. "So are you like me and kind of try to ignore the shit out of highschool social bullshit too, or are you just dying to be an outcast?" he asked, watching her out of the corner of his eye as they walked.

Leija chuckled a little bit. "I guess I just don't give a shit either way. None of it matters anyway," she said, giving the shrug of one almost-bare shoulder. "I think most people who give any kind of a shit about it all are peaking in high school. They'll never go on to be anything else but the petty assholes they are now. And give birth to more petty assholes to perpetuate the cycle." Well, someone was a bit cynical. "Life's too short and ends too messily to care."

"Got that right." Caleb muttered. Then paused in conversation as they walked. "Ends too messily? You not know people who die in their sleep, or something?" he asked curioulsy. It was the kind of thing he would normally say, so it was weird hearing it from someone else.

She was silent for a couple of steps. She and death were intimate acquaintences, if not really friends, per se. "I've seen my share of messy endings," was what she settled on to say. In a pretty clear I Don't Want To Talk About It tone of voice, but not a harsh one. She looked over at him, face solemn.

He watched her for a few paces, considering, then nodded. "Fair enough." he said. He had too, and he didn't really want to talk about it either. So, sure. He'd let her just...not go on about that one. Didn't mean he wasn't curious, but he wasn't about to press her about it now. He'd just met her, and the messy ends she was talking about could very well be ones she'd caused. So yeah. Not going to fuck with that.

Well at least he let it go. She was thankful for that at least. Leija walked along in silence for a while, not seeming to mind that she didn't have any shoes on. She was probably winging it home anyway -- he didn't strike her as the walk-you-home type -- and it wasn't like she was going to get lost. Her eyes slowly roamed everywhere, taking in details.

Caleb walked along, kind of half wondering how the hell he got into these sorts of situations. What was he doing now? Walking along with a random (pretty)girl, to...what, contemplate vandalism? In the middle of the night, no less. And pretty much for Jamie. Yeah, his life wasn't too complicated or anything, really. Eventually they turned onto Jamie's street, and he pointed out the houses. "That one's Jamie's, and the white one is Chrissy's." he informed her.

Leija slowed to a stop and looked at the houses. "People who live in white houses are generally psychotic," she murmured with a little nod. "Random fact." Without telling him that she was doing so or he should follow or anything of the sort, she veered off to the right, to the proper side of the street and toward a house a couple away from their supposed target. She intended to see if there were fences. Or dogs. Or both.

Caleb followed, wondering kind of what she was doing, but not questioning it. Most of the houses in the area didn't have fences, just trees. But then there wasn't anyplace in the entire u.p. that you couldn't see trees somewhere. They were everywhere. They were able to slip along quietly with no impedements or disturbences.

Since the backyards were clear of obstruction, she skimmed along through them, nicely out of the risk of streetlights. It wasn't that she did this often, she just wasn't stupid about anything she did. Well ... hardly anything, because in some thinking circles, galavanting around in the middle of the night with a boy she'd just met was kind of dumb. But what did they know? She passed by Jamie's house and stood in the backyard to Chrissy's, looking up at it. Huh.

Caleb stood next to her and eyed it too. Glancing over, he saw Jamie's bedroom window, broken in. "See?" he asked quietly, pointing it out. "That's Jamie's room's window."

Leija looked. And frowned a bit. "How'd she break it?" she asked in a whisper, glancing between the houses.

"Threw something..." Caleb said, starting to walk to the side yard, motioning for Leija to follow him. He paused and looked into Jamie's window, noting she wasn't in there, so at least they wouldn't wake her. "She must be in the living room or something." he murmured, then looked back up at Chrissy's house. His eyes were up on a window with pink curtains on the second floor, and he pointed.

She followed, and then turned so she could see where he was pointing. The light was off. But yeah, that looked like a psycho-whore's room, as he'd so aptly put it. It would be very easy to fly up there, but ... that would require actual flying. She took a few slow steps toward the front, looking for ways to maybe climb. It would only be fair to do something to her room, if they were going to do it.

Caleb watched her, also looking for something. He was wondering if they shouldn't just pitch a rock through the fucking window, being he didn't know if she was up there or not. If she wasn't...well. That might be interesting. He'd been looking for trouble in the first place, this was just a lot less bloody than the trouble he usually got into. "I could throw a rock, see if she's up there." he suggested in a quiet tone, following her.

"And then what?" she asked, equally as quiet. She thought she could probably monkey up the porch and get into the house itself, but ... what was her name? Chrissy? Yeah, her room looked like it was going to be a little difficult to reach by itself. She had a brief moment of What Am I Doing? ... but it passed quickly enough.

"No idea, just if we're going to be causing trouble, might as well know if she's going to scream bloody fucking murder for it or if she's not home." he replied. "I don't particularly want to be arrested tonight, not sure about you."

Leija grinned a little in the dark. She could get away, but again ... yeah, that whole identity-hiding thing. "It wasn't on my agenda," she agreed. "Go on then, Maestro, get your rock-throwin' on."

Caleb flashed a grin, then found one, and tossed it up to bang against her window. Nothing. Then he walked around the porch, and eyed the driveway. "No car." he said, before looking back at her. "How do you feel about a little ameture b n e?"

She gave a soft laugh that sounded absolutely delighted. Why she wanted to do this was utterly beyond her, but dammit, she was going to. She gave it another minute and when nothing moved in the house that she could tell, she started to hoist herself up onto the porch railing. She was a good climber, and now her adrenaline was up.

Caleb glanced once more back towards Jamie's dark not-a-window, then followed Leija. It wasn't too hard to climb up the side of the porch up to it's roof, and if the area was anything like he was coming to expect, he didn't figure the windows over it were going to be locked. He walked over to try it, and oh look. Up it came. He slid the screen up and looked inside, noting that it was a hallway at the top of a staircase. "Well that was easy."

Leija was listening. Now that they were actually getting into the act of the thing, her muscles were singing with tension. She'd never broken into a house before. But no sounds of occupancy or even movement came through, so she supposed it was all clear. She let him climb through first, since it was really his revenge, and followed quietly after him.

He waited for her, not bothering with lights, but the windows let in a sufficient amount. He walked up the hallway, looking for Chrissy's room, and that wasn't hard to find either. The door was open, and she was indeed out. Walking in, he took a look around at the overload of pink, and made a face. "...jesus, what is she, six?"

Leija let out a quiet snicker as she followed him, bare feet totally silent on the floor. Yeeeeaaahhh ... this? Was a Stupid Bitch's room. She put her hands on her hips and looked amused. "So what can we do that won't invite a hardcore backlash on your friend?"

"Not sure. I've been trying to think of something that's clearly not her style. But then again I'm pretty sure payback of any description isn't." Caleb commented, looking around the room. Pausing, he walked over to her desk, and picked up a diary. Smirking, he looked over at Leija. "Well, we were going to go for psychological warfare."

Her face lit up like Christmas. Who would've thought she was a criminal at heart? "I was totally thinking about ruining her makeup and cutting up all her good clothes, but that, my friend ... way better." She padded over to stand next to him and peer at it.

Caleb walked over to the window then sat down on the sil, over enough so she could see too. He started flipping through. "Hm. Boring, boring...bet this is great blackmail material." he added as they were getting into some of the more psychotic bitch type rants. He glanced up, seeing a teddybear on her bed. Or several. "We could hang a teddybear, cut open it's chest, and cut out a heart from one of the pages here, stick it in there." he mused.

Her eyes scanned the pages he was turning, one of them squinted a bit. Then glanced up and grinned a little wickedly. "There's an idea," she agreed. "We can color it in with red whore-lipstick too, I'm totally sure she has some." In fact, Leija went back toward the dresser to look, rifling through Chrissy's stuff without blinking an eyelash.

Caleb flashed a grin. "I need to hang out with you more often." he said. "Actually, there's something going on at uh...a friend's house Friday. Smallish movies and stuff thing. Want to go? You said you were new, you can meet a few people at once." he said, getting up to select a teddybear. Then he took out a small pocket knife, and opened up the chest, looking around for something to hang it with. There was a robe-tie he took from the back of the door and he made a noose and tied it to the ceiling fan, standing on the bed to get it up there.

She blinked at the mirror in front of her at his first statement, then continued ... blinking at the rest of it. It flipped her stomach over immediately, but she kept herself from looking panicked. Leija found the lipstick -- there were actually lots of shades of hobag-red -- and went back to pick up the diary. She found a page that didn't have Jamie's name on it and started coloring the whole thing. Even if it would be just a heart, it felt pretty awesome to just press down hard and go to town. "How smallish?" she asked, voice deceptively (or maybe not) light.

"I dunno. Small like something that isn't large?" he suggested, dropping down from the bed and eyeing the bear critically. "Me, Jamie, Journey, Ten...not actually sure about anyone else. But not huge or anything." he said, looking past the bear over to her again. "C'mon, I insist all partners in crime of mine be social."

Leija looked up at the bear as soon as he looked at her. "Okay," she said hesitantly. "But I reserve the right to quietly freak out and leave at any time, deal? You can forewarn them even, so it doesn't look bad on you." She tore the page off and offered it to him, her cheeks faintly pink. "I come with a Weird Antisocial Clause."

In the dim light, he missed the whole blushing thing, but took the heart. "You and me both. It's not really my idea of a great time or anything, it's mostly for Jamie. Long story short, she used to be friends with this bitch, now they're not, bitch is psycho, and Jamie needs to get the fuck out of the house occasionally. Which I'm pretty sure it's going to be a fight to get her to go to it anyways, so if I can't convince her, she might not be there either. My powers of persuasion aren't always top notch."

"Ah, I see," Leija said. And she did. Or thought she did. He liked this Jamie-girl, that much was pretty glaringly obvious. Unless he just ... committed felonies for just anyone. Well that settled that question she totally shouldn't have had in the first place, didn't it? Yup. Good. She smirked a touch. "You got me breaking into people's houses that I don't even know, maybe you're not so bad at it."

Caleb laughed a little after putting the heart into the bear, then he batted it and sent it swinging around a little. "I got you breaking into people's houses?" he asked, eyeing her with a smirk. "You were the one who said we should come here." he pointed out. "I blame you for my criminal behavior tonight."

"I really hope you wouldn't be such a rat in front of a judge," she said with a grin. "I might have to find somebody else to help me break someone's fragile ... pink tutu-stuffed brain," she said, glancing around with total distaste. Leija hated pink. Hated hated hated. "It looks like a fucking Barbie store blew up in here."

"Does it ever." Caleb muttered. "And no worries. I don't rat anyone out. But then I don't get caught either, so it's a non-issue. That and I had criminalistic tendencies before, you just happened to encourage them tonight." he added. "So you didn't make me a delinquent." He turned around to look at more of the room. "I'm debating if I want to leave a message that says to leave Jamie the fuck alone, but I'm not sure if that's too specific or not. Though I do wanna make sure the psychotic slut doesn't blame her. Hm...ideas?"

"Glad to know I didn't warp you within the hour or so we've been acquaintences," she quipped with a smirk. "I'm good, but not that good." Then she considered his quest for ideas. "I dunno ... I don't want to get her into any trouble ..." Or worse, if Bitch is throwing shit through windows. She opened the nightstand drawer a bit and snickered softly. Withdrawing an opened box of condoms, she arched an eyebrow at Caleb. "I can't believe there are guys who actually walk in here and don't run away screaming." After a beat, she took one out, ripped it open, and proceeded to start to carefully roll it over Chrissy's hairbrush.

Caleb watched, and laughed. "You'd think they would. What with the imminent danger of disease." he added. But then I think she's a walking one anyways. He started looking around the room, then was at the vanity. He'd sort of liked the idea she'd had of ruining all the make up. So, he started with that. God there was a lot of it. He started scribbling all over the mirror with anything that could even vaguely be used to write with. Anything liquid he was starting to dump into the trash can she had there. "Why is it some girls think caking this shit on is attractive?" he asked, half glancing over at her before continuing his work. "I don't get it. The 'Check it out, I'm a scary clown!' Look really doesn't do it for me."

Leija softly cracked up for a minute. "I dunno, they have a lot to hide, I guess. Plus the media says that skeleton-girl prostitutes are hot, so. That's where not thinking for themselves comes in, I guess." She got up on the bed too, unmindful of her dirty feet, and stuck the condom-brush into the gaping hole in the teddybear. It swayed, and she arranged it so it would stay and kind of look like a penis! Yay! Leija considered it, and decided it needed something. She hopped down and leaned in from one side to snag a black eyeliner pencil before he could start covering the mirror with it. Her arm brushed his and she had a quick moment of omg! "Sorry," she murmured.

He did twitch, cuz contact and he were not friends, but he covered fairly well. At least she wasn't threatening to glom him or anything, which was a plus. "It's okay." he said, unscrewing caps to nailpolish and systematically pitching them in the garbage can. "Though, uh...fair warning, if I'm twitchy, it's not you." he said. Actually spending time around people lately had given him at least a little forsight into things. And he didn't really want to run this girl off because he had issues. She was nice, he liked her already. Helping with vendetta's did that.

"Totally cool," she said, and sounded genuine about it. 'Cause yeah ... she wasn't terribly fond of being felt on either by people she wasn't close to. Which was pretty much everyone. Leija climbed back up on the bed and proceeded to write -- in a messy uneven-surface sort of way -- 'whore', 'slut', and 'bitch' on the condom covering the brush. "Fucking lube," she muttered, going over and over one spot a few times.

He was reileved by her absolving him there, and was glad she didn't decide to get into a bunch of questions over it. Then he had to laugh at her comment, looking over again as he started tapping out eye shadow onto the surface of the vanity. Which he chopped all up with a photograph he took from the drawer. Then he cut it into lines, just for the hell of it. He grabbed the reast of the multitude of lipsticks left, and started scribbing over the walls. "So is this your first act of terrorism, or is this your kind of hobby?"

"Kinda somewhere in the middle," she admitted, tossing him a wry little grin over her shoulder. "I am not entirely inexperienced. This is my first really random act, though. Random to me, at least." And damn, did it feel good. She was having a blast, destroying this girl's room. She couldn't wait to find out who she was in school and just laugh internally with absolute glee. "Mostly, at home, I stay in my room and play my violin, though. So daddy thinks I'm a good girl."

Caleb started scribbling over the bed too, then went back to the walls, letting the empty tubes of lipstick fall to the floor when they were used up. "You play violin?" he asked. "Interesting. I think everyone around me has some talent except for me." he added, starting to draw a series of drawings. The Many Deaths of Chrissy ala Stick Figure Theater.

"He started me doing it really young. Piano too. It's sort of a trained-monkey thing," she shrugged off. Her tone was entirely untrue, she loved her music. But. Her addition to the bear complete, she hopped down off of the bed. Looking musing for a brief moment, Leija pulled a drawer open. Underwear. It would do. "You have to have some kind of talent," she told him as she scooped up handfuls of thong panties. She walked through the door leading to Chrissy's private bathroom and tossed them into the toilet bowl. Then grabbed the little scrubby thing and started stuffing them down.

Caleb thought for a long stretch of moments, thinking. "I can draw, I guess." he said. "...better than the stick figures." he added. He didn't usually let on about that, mostly because he kind of thought it was probably stupid. Like, useless, nothing to write home about. Like his parents never would have thought it was anything special. So he tended to...hide it, kind of. Not actively, but he didn't offer it up as information most of the time unless asked. Which she'd done. So...yeah.

"Oh, see? That's good," she said, even going so far as to peek her head out the door to smile at him a bit. "I wish I could draw. And paint. Or sculpt. Something ... visual that lasts, y'know?" She glanced at his stick figures. They weren't too bad at all. Graphic. Leija ducked back in to flush the toilet and thus clog it with slutty underwear. Good times.

Caleb finished off the last touches of Chrissy having her brain removed by zombies in the stick figure series, then dropped the last tube of lipstick to the floor. He stepped back towards the door, surveying the entire effect. "I think we've done well." he said, pleased.

She emerged and shut the door. There was a lot they could do to ruin the bathroom too, but ... just that one thing seemed nicely devious. Giggling a touch, she bounced out of the room and back into the hallway, pulling that door shut as well. Then mentally tried to prepare herself as a psycho bitchy prom queen. She opened the door with her nose in the air and a sneer on her face, then gasped theatrically. "Ohmygawd, my room!" she scream-whispered.

Caleb laughed, grinning at her. "Ahh, if we could only be here to see it. But I'm sure the scream will be heard all over Marquette, so at least there's that." he added. "But yes, excellent work, I think. Thank you. This wouldn't have been nearly so creative or fun without your influence."

Leija was tempted to pass out dead on the floor, then decided it was too dorky to even fake. So she just beamed, pleased at like, two compliments in one sentence. From a guy. A cute, fun, not-stupid guy. Ugh, he should totally shut up. "It was my law-breaking pleasure," she said with an inclination of her head. "Now. All the pink's still making me queasy, let's bail."

"Agreed." Caleb said, heading back out towards the window they came in at, and he climbed out, then jumped down from the porch, landing in a crouch. Then he hopped back up, feeling good. He'd done something. And sure, it was criminal, and totally unproductive, but he'd handed out payback, and that's what counted. At least to him. He looked up to watch Leija and make sure she didn't like, fall or something. That would suck. "Careful."

She didn't seem to be having any problems, pausing only to give him a brief weird look for telling her to be careful. She was limber, even minus the wings. The tanktop she was wearing showed about a third of the burn-scars on her back, but she wasn't thinking about them at all. Soon enough she'd dropped down onto the soft grass again. Then let out a little hiss and pulled one foot up, wincing a bit and trying to squint at it in the dark. She hopped on one leg unsteadily.

Caleb winced. "What'd you do?" he asked, voice quiet enough that he wouldn't be overheard by anyone nearby. Namely Jamie, with the broken window. Even if she wasn't sleeping in there. "You okay?" he asked, half walking a little closer. When he had been looking up at her he thought he'd seen something on her back, but...well. It was night, and therefore dark, and there were shadows. It was probably nothing.

"Either a splinter or a sharp-ass rock," she muttered, equally as quiet. She wobbled and sat down hard. Again. Goddammit. Well, at least she could feel around a bit better without having to keep her balance. "Yup, splinter." Biting down on her lip, she got a hold on it with her nails and started to pull.

Caleb went to squat down by her, and took a lighter out of his back pocket, flaring it up so she could see better. It was a zippo, so at least it was a decent flame, and he didn't have to do more than hold it. "That looks nasty." he said, frowning at it. "You got it?" he asked. Because it looked like it was fairly big. "Though all I have to offer to help is like, a knife, which I'm sure doesn't help at all..."

Only part of it came out. Leija made a sound of disgust and propped her foot at a different angle. "Actually yeah ... it's in deep, I broke it." She held her hand out for the knife, giving him an upward glance and wondering vaguely why he was so concerned. Besides, y'know. Being friendly and all.

Caleb gave her a look. "Uh, yeah...no. I'm gonna climb back up and let you in the front door, I'm sure there's something better inside than a pocket knife. And...disinfectant and banadages n shit." he added, standing.

"That's what the lighter's for," she half-whined. And yeah, didn't move her butt up off the ground. She kinda ... didn't want to go back in there. "I can make it home, how's that? I um ... hop ... well?" Leija made a Yeah You're Not Convinced Face.

Caleb didn't look like he thought that was even the slightest bit of a good idea. He sat back down. "Give me your foot." he said, waving it over, and holding out the lighter to her. "Hold this."

She took the lighter, though she was a wee bit hesitant to just hand her foot over. He was twitchy about touching, after all. But she did it, offering it out and leaning in some to hold the Zippo so she could see.

Caleb rested her foot on his leg, and bent over to look. He was twitchy about touching, but this kind of didn't count. He took his pocket knife, which thankfully was always kept really sharp (just in case he had to cut himself--anything dull sucked) and he started slicing just alongside where he saw the rest of the splinter was. Maybe he had talents elsewhere too, like with a steady hand, and not cutting any deeper than he had to. He didn't look up at her as he bent lower, then worked the rest of the wood out of her skin.

Leija winced just a bit one or two times, but it wasn't too bad, really. His fingers were warm, and that was nice. She realized belatedly that no boy-type had ever touched her foot before. She held the flame steady, and just sort of watched, glancing at his face every now and then. "See, I was gonna be all dramatic and insist you leave me behind for the pigs to find, but you had to go and be all chivalrous," she said softly, forcing a bit of amusement.

Caleb smirked faintly, pulling the last of the wood out before he pressed his thumb over the little wound, so it didn't start bleeding too bad. Then he looked up. "Naw, I'm not the type to leave people behind. Not unless their traitors or something, and you're still golden in my book. So no worries." he said. Then he glanced back to her foot. "I think I got it all, feel any better?"

"I feel less jabbed with sharp wood, so I'd say that's an improvement," she said, smiling a little at his downturned face. Then said "Thank you" as it occurred to her not to be a rude bitch. She didn't make any move to get up or pull away yet, though, figuring he'd be doing that pretty soon anyway.

He did when he pulled his thumb back and saw that the bleeding had stopped. Then he pocketed his knife again, and took his lighter back, flicking it closed. "I hope you don't live very far." he said, thinking walking on that would be a bitch. Belatedly and a little strangely, he offered her a hand up.

She took it, but tried to hoist herself mostly. Once she was upright, she let go of his hand 'cause ... yeah, he wasn't going to hold it the whole way. Wait. "Not too far," she said. She could hobble okay, if she just used the toes of the offending foot. "Are we parting company to flee the scene of the crime then?"

Caleb shrugged. "I could walk you home. Murders, and all that." he said. He had something he had to bring back for Jamie anyways, so might as well. "'Sides, I have to get your number too so I can call you and talk you into that social thing I mentioned."

"Oh yeah, because that'll take work," she said, as though he'd reminded her. "I hope you're good at cajoling." Leija bit her lip for a brief second. She didn't need and sort of didn't want him to walk her home. Did she even have her keys? How was she going to explain that? Her window was a bit more difficult climb than Chrissy's had been.

"Story of my life." Caleb commented with a shrug. "I'm good with a challenge." he added. "So...why, don't want me to know where you live? If so, okay. Can't say I've proved myself to be the most trustworthy individual in the world tonight."

That provided her a good Out, but she didn't want him to think that either. But then again See, I'm sort of an angel of death? And yeah, I flew down, will probably have to fly back up, and I don't want to freak you out and break your mind or anything wasn't exactly a viable excuse either. "No, it's not that, I was just ... wondering how I'm getting back up to my bedroom. Being all gimpy and stuff. If I'm giving you my number, I don't mind you knowing where I live."

"Do you often ditch home to go wandering around and not give yourself an out?" Caleb asked, faintly amused. He shoved his hands into his pockets, and sort of waited for her to either tell him to fuck off, or start leading the way. Or possibly just give him her number and say goodnight. That worked too.

"Yes," she said firmly. "I like to make my life as difficult as possible. Hence the lack of proper footwear." Since she was the one who knew where she was going, she started hobbling toward the sidewalk in the correct direction.

Caleb followed her, since she still hadn't given him her number, and hadn't said goodnight, either. So, he just walked along beside her at her slow pace. "So...this was fun. And criminal. But definitely fun, anyways."

Leija chuckled. At least her balance in a straight line was okay. Otherwise she'd be in trouble. "Glad you enjoyed it. I know it was a helluva lot better than just sitting at home. Which was my original plan, after putting on a one-woman show in the park."

"The one woman show wasn't bad, but if you're going to be doing that, you should sell tickets to make some money off of it at least." Caleb commented. "And yeah, my plans had been 'sit around and brood' so walking was better, and really, I feel much better about the world as a whole now that Chrissy's going to have an aneurysm when she gets home."

"Always a plus," she agreed with a faint snicker. "So, remind me never to piss you off or anything. And would you pay to see me dance around like an idiot and fall on my ass?" She shot him a wry sideways look.

Caleb laughed, quirking a half smile at her. "I've already seen it for free." he said. "But you never know. This is a very small, very boring town, you know. People could be that hard up for entertainment. There's nothing else going on, so I could see people jumping at the opportunity for anything remotely resembling a show."

"I'll bear that in mind," she said with her own soft laugh. So he was cute. And not boring. And funny. And apparently thought that she was funny. So what. Wasn't anything. Her head could shut up right now. "So if my life of crime doesn't work out, I could always do vaudeville. Good to know."

Caleb kept walking, shrugging. "So far, the whole life of crime thng hasn't worked out much of at all. At least, it's not paying shit. Neither one of us got anything but vindictive satisfaction out of that, no monetary value. Sort of makes me wonder if we need to re-think our values on crime." He paused. "I mean, I feel a hell of a lot better, and I choose to believe that she got what she deserved, but it definitely hasn't paid."

"Well it's baby steps, you know? Teenage-hood vandalism can easily spiral out of control into cat-burglery. Breaking into museums for priceless artifacts and whatnot. After we get jaded and the thrill and satisfaction of the thing just isn't enough, you know." She was amused by this. And they were getting kind of closer to her house. She nodded him in the right direction, just limping along. That leg was so going to hurt in the morning.

"Okay so if we were going the museum route," Caleb started, turning with her. "What would we steal? What's cool enough that we'd bother?" He was thinking something egyptian. Those bastards were fuckign creepy. They deserved to have their shit taken.

"I wouldn't mind stealing religious relics," she mused. "I'm sure they'd go for a lot on the black market. The kind of thing that people think heals them and stuff. But, barring that -- 'cause I dunno how much of them there are around anyway -- ... well, I want a Stradivarius violin for myself, but that's not really turning a profit ..."

"Right, you'll have to spell that one out for me." Caleb said. "No idea who or what Stradivarius is." he admitted. "I was thinking of going for egyptian shit. Everyone likes that, and they were creepy assholes who I wouldn't mind stealing from."

"He was only the greatest master of making violins in the history of forever," she declared. But didn't scoff, because ... well, she knew she was a music geek. "Back in the 16th century and all. But sure, Egyptian shit would probably be a good avenue to explore."

"Well, while we're stealing egyptian shit, we can swing by and get you a violin too." Caleb said. "Because that would pay off for you. You'd get something out of the deal." he pointed out.

"I'd squee. And I am not the squee-ing type, believe you me." And ... there was her house. She could see it up ahead, and was relieved to find all the windows were dark. At least he hadn't woken up and called the cops or anything. "That's me," she said to Caleb.

Caleb nodded, and stopped. "Number?" he asked. Because he wasn't really letting her off on that one. She'd helped him out, and so therefore she was getting introduced to...people.

Okay, so maybe she could go around back and wait until she was sure he was gone. Then flit up to her room again. Leija arched an eyebrow at him. "Do you have a pen? Or your phone on you? Or am I gonna tell you and you'll never call me because you forgot it?"

"I have a good memory?" he suggested. "Tell me and I'll remember." Caleb insisted. He'd try to, anyways. "If I forget, I'll just stop by. Because now I know where you live and everything." he finished.

Leija gave him a Look. That sounded like a brush-off to her. Which was fucked up, 'cause he was the one who asked her to go to the ... whatever thing. But, regardless, she recited her phone number for him. Twice.

Caleb quirked a half smile back at her and repeated it back. "Don't look at me like that. Unless you want to run inside, get me your number, and bring it back." he said. "I'll remember one way or another." he assured her.

"Okay, well if you don't, I'll go ahead and tell you now you're a jerkoff. If you don't call or show up. So. If you want to protect your rep with me -- 'cause I matter so much -- then you won't forget." She offered him a little smile, though, to soften it a bit. "Thanks for a fun night, regardless."

"Thank you too." Caleb said. "And I'll remember, I promsie." he said. He knocked off a salute. "So I'll talk to you Friday." he added. "Cuz I'm not a jerkoff. At least, not most of the time. And I won't be to you." he assured her.

"I'll hold you to that," Leija told him with a smirk. She gave him a nod and turned to start hobbling toward her darkened house. She was so ready to sleep. "Be careful, 'night Caleb," she called back to him quietly.

"Night, Leija." Caleb called back, then turned around, and headed back out into the night. He had one more thing to do before he could crash. It wouldn't take long, so he started out a bit faster, in a much better mood than he'd started out in.