Martin
*Well, Brad had officially spent a full day in this strange town. He'd met a few people, canvassed the landscape, and had some particularly delicious bread from a very nice baker. Holding the paper bag against his chest, he continued to try to navigate this oddity, sorting through what few thoughts he was able to conjure. But no matter how deeply he reached into his mind, he came up empty, save for a few images with no rhyme or reason to each other.*

"Ah, geez..." *Brad sighed, leaning against a brick wall.* "They make amnesia look so manageable on TV. This sucks." *He muttered under his breath, rubbing at his face. Maybe there was a reason? Something that had to do with those dark creatures? He rolled his eyes- maybe he was some runaway prince of light, fleeing a kingdom of shadow. And those beasts were his evil father's minions! And he was some long-winded name, like Bradamante du Wythfrais! Or Charlemagne von Chaesbaergar!*

*He paused for a moment, that final name ringing a bell. Again, that sensation like it sat on the tip of his tongue... But in the next moment it was gone.* "Ugh." *Brad let his shoulders sink, biting into another fluffy croissant.* "Aht leasht ah haf sum breyahd, mmph."
Ruben
The pitter-patter of what must have been running resounded of the roof tiles above. It was light and rhythmic... Until it wasn't. What seemed to have been an odd snap followed by sheer silence made for an eerie, momentary backdrop within the back alley.

A brief pause in whatever was above had the silence broken by a body crashing into a pair of lidded trashcans on the ground floor. Garbage and recycling spilled out into the ally as a young, blonde man rolled into the opposite wall. Hand shielding his head or not, the impact of his body sounded heavy from start to finish.

A strained groaned leaked from the young man as he cracked his eyes ever so slightly. The gloved hand not holding his head held onto a slightly opend bag. His gaze upon it startling him as he quickly got up and began rummaging through it before clearing away any nearby litter.

"Don't tell me some of it fell out!"

He was hectic in his search for whatever he was looking for, but with a sigh of relief he closed the bag and stood tall. He looked down the alley one way before looking toward the other. Catching sight of the individual stuffing their mouth, he stared like a deer-in-headlights.

"Uh... How's it going?"
Michael
It had been a normal, average sort of day. The sun was missing from the sky, no birds were chirping, and the dull hum of streetlamps and scattered bustle of terrified people was the only company to be found. You know, *Normal.*

Hand shielding one eye as he rests on a bench, Icidro nurses the headache that was surely setting in; How long had he been here, again? How many days had gone by in this... What could you call this place? Oh, what was the best word for the job? Seedy? Dismal? *Dangerous?*

It was at that thought, a sound startles Cid out of his thoughts; A clatter in the back alleys. Hand clenching around a few minute sparkles, Cid's jaw sets as he moves to stand. Was it Heartless, again? Slowly at first, Cid picks up speed at the sound of voices, fearing the worst— Only to turn the corner just in time to catch sight of the two, and the mess that one seemed to be picking up. 

A glance toward the trash, and then to the big man stuffing his face. Oh, how awful. A look complicates Icidro's beautiful face before he straightens it out with a light smile.

"Ahem—" He begins, feigning a cough into his fist to get their attention, "I know that times are tough, and life is difficult— But there are better places to find something to eat, than the inside of a dumpster."
Barbara
*Brad blinked, surprised by the sight. He had to admit, everyone else he'd run into here looked a little... Cartoonish. So seeing these reasonably proportioned dudes was a bit of a shock. He supposed, by merit of his size, **He** Was the odd one out here. Still, he bit through the rest of his bread, chewing and swallowing before addressing the newcomers.*

"I promish I ahm uh helplesh baishtander." *Okay, maybe he didn't finish chewing all the way. But he glanced side to side, deciding the pretty boy was less of a concern than the man currently digging through trash.* "He's tha one diggin' through trash. I haven't had ta eat outta tha garbage yet." *He puffed out his chest, as though it were some kind of accomplishment.*

*He then extended a piece of bread towards the blonde.* "Here. If yer that desperate, s'on me ta share, right?"
Leona
The blonde lad turned to the newcomer before turning back the ther larger individual, then the trash on the ground. He furrowed his eyebrows before turning back to the bread eater.

"Hey, yeah! You don't need to eat from the trash. I know a few taverns or bakeries with fair prices."

He watched as pieces of crumbs tumbled out of the incoherent man's mouth. Furo could only cant his head confused until he the words became more clear. So to did the situation once facts came spilling forth instead of bread.

"Oh! Heh. Yeah, that is true. Missed my footing and had a good tumble there."

He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck and clutched the bag tighter to his chest. He had caused quite the scene now that he thought about it. He turned to the newcomer to explain himself.

"Mah bad. Needed to make sure I did not lose any of the spare parts in my bag. Got somethings back at the workshop that need fixin'."

He gave both of them a somewhat, apologetic smile.
Michael
"A helpless...?" Icidro echoes as he follows the big man's gaze over to the blonde, his brow knitting with puzzlement before it dawns on him. With a laugh, the man claps his hands together, "Oh! Aha! I see, you were searching the trash for your bags. That is good, and I am glad you are unharmed."

Taking a few quick steps to shorten the distance into a more comfortably conversational space, Icidro looks from one occupant of the alley to the other, "... Now, why were you on the roof? I am not one to judge, I know many good roofs in this town— But it is dangerous, and not just only from the slipping into garbage cans."

"... The same can be said for eating next to the trash, in an alley where it's dark."

"There's no telling how many Heartless could be out and about, watching us, slavering at the mouths, ready to pounce and gobble up our hearts like tapas." He says far too easily, a hand held to his face as if he were sharing in a conspiracy.
Barbara
*Well, that was information at least. His eyes lingered on the blonde for a little longer, intending to inquire about 'parts' and his 'workshop.' A mechanic, maybe? Or, well, if this was a silly cartoon world, maybe some kind of toymaker? Was this a biblical story, or more modern? And was he insane for thinking he was still in some storybook, and had to accept that this was his new reality?*

*But the pretty boy's words caught him by surprise. Both the jab about eating in a dark alley, and what he mentioned after. He didn't really have a means of making the connection, but his words conjured up the image of those mysterious black creatures. With their inky, shadowed skin and their piercing amber eyes- just remember them sent a chill up his spine.*

"Is that what those things're called?" *He asked flatly.* "The 'Heartless?'" *Brad tilted his head as he spoke, before exchanging another glance with the pair.* "Oh, uh. I'm Brad, by the way."
Leona
The blonde did not mind the obviously judgmental opinion. It was dangerous to be on the roof, but...

"Well, the roof is the best way to get around the town."

Furo put his fee had to his chin as he work his thoughts into proper words. He rarely ever fell, so he never had to explain it to anyone. Seemed like some of the roofs were gaining some wear.

"You don't accidently run into other people. You can cross from one district to the other faster by going over buildings instead of around them."

The latter only worked thanks to how tightly packed the buildings were. The world was strange, but Traverse room to accommodate even if it seemed to pack things in like sardines.

"As for heartless... What better way to see them coming than a bird's eye view. Honestly, its better to travel up high so that you could warn others who may not know that what they are walking into. Or get others to go clear out a block before someone gets hurt."

Furo nodded his head as if he was sure his reasoning was perfectly sound. Not that much could change it even if it was not. Above everything, it was far too much fun to jump about. Freeing in a way. Walking through structured pathways was restrictive in its own way.

"I'll be more careful though. I'm Furo by the way! I help out at the workshop if you ever need anything fixed or looked at."

He returned Brad's introduction with his won before looking back to the third member of this back alley... Meeting. It was not a deal. Yet.