The sounds of approaching feet, echoing in the empty hall drew her attention causing Angela to raise her head so that she might see who it was. Part of her figuring it was the cops coming to get her, part of her almost hoping that was the case. When her bloodshot eyes landed on Donta she sighs, lowering her head back down and wishing he would go away. However, fate would seem to wish for her to suffer even more this day for the fur ball sat down  on the floor on the other side of the door frame.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Good morning." he said awkwardly, "Well, it doesn't look like one for you. Are you alright? What happened?"</span><br/><br/>Angela sighs at his question, raising her head though her eyes remained closed as she reclined it back to rest against the cool tile. â€œWell in a nut shell my life is overâ€<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"And out of the nut shell?" Donta asked, still staring at the floor, "What happened?"</span><br/><br/>Not like it mattered  telling him, no harm in it now. If he called the cops on her then at least she would not have to worry about when they came to get her.<br/><br/>â€œWell as you may or may not know, though I am sure you guessed it already, I don't like your kindâ€ she states bluntly though she has still not looked at him. â€œI have never liked your kind and I doubt I ever will, because of...â€ her voice paused suddenly before she went on. â€œJust because of some stuffâ€ she finished without completely her original sentence. â€œAnyway, Cody you know also hates your kind and well he and I have a history together, which involved us getting into a lot of trouble. Unfortunately for me I don't come from a rich and influential family. Being an orphan and all I have to do what the state tells me to do, which includes living with a foster family that contains a woman who despises meâ€ her voice rose a bit in anger though she quickly composed herself once more.<br/><br/>â€œAnyway to make a very long story short I had to stay out of trouble or end up in juvi, followed by then prison when I reached 18, so I went straightâ€ she states then takes a moment as she recalls what happened yesterday. â€œI age out this year. Once I am done this school I am free from them, free from her....at least that was the plan until yesterday. Because I choose to help Cody yesterday I was basically aiding and abiding a criminal flee the scene of a crime, or some shit like that. Bitch called the cops on me and they were there this morning waiting for me when I came down for breakfast. They were going to take me to juvi and then to prison...I could not let that happen. So I shoved the cop, probably harder then he expected, â€œ she chuckled at that memory, â€œThen ran. Yet, being the pathetic loser I am I ran here because I have no where else to go. No money, no family, no friends, no one. Now I am just sitting here waiting for them to find me.â€ Lifting her head and looking over at him for the first time she gave him a sad smile, â€œPretty big nutshell huh?â€<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Donta turned to glance in her direction, listening but not saying anything and he noticed she didn't look in his direction as she spoke. He thought hard and chose his words carefully.<br/><br/>"It's always 'stuff' that happens that make people not like us or hate us. There's alot of 'stuff' that happened to me for me to think the same way about Humans at times. But I've learned that all Human's aren't like that. Some so like Ferals." he said, pausing for a moment, "Wouldn't you think the same would be true for Ferals? We aren't all bad. It's statisticly impossible."</span><br/><br/>Angela smiles, closing her eyes and leaning her head back â€œFair enough. Not like every feral in the world is responsible for what a small group of them did to my parents....or meâ€ says softly, her voice sounding tired. â€œAfter I stopped running around with Cody it honestly became more of a dislike, then true hate. I don't actually like much in the way of company. Being around others, both feral and human just never felt right after the surgery.â€<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Donta breathed heavily, crossing his legs in front of him, his wide foot hanging over his knee. The breath through his nose carried the scent of Angela's shampoo, and the scent of metal and plenum wiring. She had some work done, but what he wasn't sure. Not that it was his business to ask. Didn't seem appropriate at the time.<br/><br/>"So right now you need somewhere to go, and help hiding from these people." he said, "I'm sure Wolfcub would help you for today and my Mother wouldn't mind helping with a place to stay and meals." He turned to her, offering a smile, "That is if you don't mind associating with Ferals. It is an option."</span><br/><br/>Angela sat up slowly so that she could stare at him, in shock and confusion, â€œWait a minute....you telling me that you are going to help me hide from the police? Even though I have just admitted to not liking your kind, use to do some not so nice things to your kind in the past and helped the guy who worked you over pretty good escape...â€ staring at him as she finished her mild rant.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Donta shrugged and leaned back against the wall. He began to think it over, admittedly being a suggestion not planned out. True she admitted to doing bad things in her past, but she seemed like she was trying to set things straight, "Look, all this hate has to stop somewhere and I'm willing to be the one to start the change. I do believe you when you say you're trying to be better than you were. I know you had nothing to do with what happened to me yesterday and you obviously aren't involved with what Cody is into right now. I can see how no one would believe you because of your past, but I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt." he said, "I'm not doing this out of pity or anything. I respect what you're trying to do and I wish more would try."</span><br/><br/>Sitting there looking him over, taking the time to actually see him the person and not just him the feral Angela nodded though it was more to herself then to him. Leaning back again the wall she stated simply, â€œI have been known to snore when I sleep and sometimes have pretty bad nightmaresâ€ giving this information to him as her way of accepting his offer of help. â€œThank youâ€ she said after a moment, the two words soft and surprisingly sincere.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Donta smiled and nodded, his fangs poked out a bit from his top lip. He felt something odd, best described as relief. Like this small act of compassion was the start of something much more. Other people were starting to show up now. Students opened lockers and gathered their books. The towering officer wasn't hard to pick out above the slowly thickening sea of students, and the slicked back hair of the nerdy social worker almost reflected the fluorecent lighting of the hall. They stormed towards Angela, but before the reached her, the classroom door slid open with a hiss and Miss Wolfcub stepped outside in a pair of heels and a skirt...<br/><br/>"What can I do for you boys?" She asked, "You need something with one of my students?"</span><br/><br/>Angela slowly gets to her feet, a calm and almost serene look upon her face as she stood there waiting for her end to come. The thought of trying to live with a feral had been an amusing one, but now she was just ready for her life of end. When Mrs. Wolfcub stepped out to stop the men Angela was not sure what to do or how to feel.<br/><br/>The cop, gave Wolfcub and good once over, leering a bit actually while the social services guys began to sweat nervously before blushing.<br/><br/>â€œum...um...yeah....â€ the social service guy stammered taking out a handkerchief to wipe his brow. â€œThat girl there is going to be taken into custodyâ€  he says pointing to Angela.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Wolfcub became stern and stood up straight, the heels making her chest protrude in her posture. She leaned over to look the short man in the eyes, knowing full well where his would be aimed at, with her 'forgetting' to button that last button at the top of her blouse, "And what did she do?" She asked. Cypher stepped up beside her, his eyes glowing a bright blue. The man glanced at him, but he focused on Wolfcub for the majority.</span><br/><br/>The nervous man swallowed several times before managing to stammer out an answer, â€œSh...she....helped a criminal escape capture. She herself is a repeat offender and was on her last strike with us. Now if you would please step aside and let us do our jobsâ€ his voice grew in strength as he spoke with what authority he thought he had. Motioning to the cop who smiles and took a step toward Angela.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Donta stood up between Angela and the Cop, noticing that the social worker had a terminal in his hand, "Where's your proof? He asked. Cypher's eyes were now glowing brighter. He was definately doing something, but he had no idea what. Wolfcub straightened up and crossed her arms under her breasts, "Yes. Let me see this 'proof' you have of her helping this criminal. I was there when it happened and Angela was no where near the diner." she said. She glanced at Cypher who's eyes had stopped glowing for a moment, then he subtly nodded. Wolfcub continued, "You have a terminal? Let me see your evidence."</span><br/><br/>Smiling with cocky confidence the social worker held up his terminal and began to log in. After a few motions of his fingers on the screen it was obvious that there was something wrong. â€œWhat the?! No no....this can not be...â€ he said mostly to himself as his fingers flew over the terminal trying desperately to find the information that was just on his screen. Growling in frustration he glared at the group about him, fairly certain that they had something to do with this, â€œI will be back and that girl will be behind bars where she belongsâ€ there was little force behind his words though this time as he turned on his heel to leave.<br/><br/>The cop smirked at Donta, looking past him at Angela, â€œIt is not over between us. Only reason I have not filed charges is because I want to take care of you personally...â€ pausing he spat on the floor in her direction, â€œSee you later freakâ€ then turns and follows after the other man.<br/><br/>Angela stands there in a bit of shock, not really sure what was happening, but it would look like they just saved her. â€œYou know I am not really sure how you guys did that....but thanks...â€