Monsters gobble naughty children (Jimmy)

[ragady]

It was a pleasant night, warm from the daylight sun. In fact, the weather was absolutely perfect. Not that Ragady noticed such things as temperature. She imagined most monsters didn't. No, she was out in the area simply because she wished to be. The night are might not have felt good on her skin as it would for a (normal) human, but it felt nice in another way.

She drifted through the streets and alleys, singing a tune she had heard the others sing when she was small.
"La-le-lu
nur der Mann im Mond schaut zu
wenn die kleinen Babies schlafen
drum schlaf' auch du..." It was a gentle, pleasant tune, but from Ragady's lips it took on a somber feel. She didn't seem to have any destination in mind, was simply wondering, until she might find something of interest to make her stop.

[jimmyg]

The temperature outside at this time of night was something that Jimmy didn't pay much attention to. Mostly, his attention was on not getting caught by mom or dad when he finally decided to wander back home and on the same token, to try to avoid any person who just so happened to be slinking around at the same time that he was.

School that day hadn't gone by very well, leaving poor Jimmy to sulk in his room for the majority of the evening, as well as completing various homework assignments. It'd gone by pretty much as usual. Other kids giving him a hard time because of who his dad was. Making fun of his glasses; in fact, they'd even been knocked a bit loose and he had to continuously push them upward now, thanks to one bully in particular who'd shoved the boy into the lockers in the hallway, and the corner of his frames took the brunt of the force. He said nothing to anyone, but he remembered the boy's name.

He hadn't been out long. Jimmy had only just made his way out of his window less than fifteen minutes ago after he was done with his homework. Expecting it to be a little chillier than it was, he wore a red hooded sweater, unzipped on top of his shirt and kept his hands in the pockets of the sweater as he wandered about. The Gordon boy didn't blend in well with the night; the jacket was bright and his hair too was an easy give-away. Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose a bit, he looked in a direction that he heard singing coming from, leaning up against the brick frame of a building and peering in that manner, so as not to be seen.

[ragady]

He was right about one thing, his did not allow him to blend in very well. Eventually Ragady would turn the corner, the singing growing louder as she approached, though it was still soft. The most striking thing about the woman would be her hair, which was painfully long and a mess. She was in plain clothes today, a simple brown skirt and loose fitting shirt with large sleeves, an open coat over them just to hold her weapons. Minus her lack of and the scares and stitches in her skin, she was actually dressed like a fairly normal girl today. She had even brushed her hair back, quite a task considering the length and thickness of it. Nothing stood out about her clothes, though she herself was another matter entirely.

"La-le-lu
vor dem Bettchen steh'n zwei Schuh'
die sind genauso mü
geh'n jetzt-" she paused when her green eyes fell on the red sweater, noticing quite quickly it didn't belong. She allowed a stitched smile to form on her face, mildly amused by the choice of clothing for hiding.
"You vill have to do better zan zat, mein kind, ift you wish to hide." a tiny laugh escaped her lips, hanging in the air like cobwebs.
"Ah, but I am not in a foul mood, not today. Won't you come out from hiding, littel eins?" she motioned with a finger, as one might call a cat, and though her voice held a certain authority to it, it was gentle today.

Ragady was normally cold, but around children she tended to adopt a different attitude. Generally either a "no nonsense" one, or a seemingly understanding one. She could be gentle and welcoming, when she wished. She could be genuinely hospitable as well. Still, it was not hard to tell that there was something terribly...off, about her even when she had the best intentions. It was that sense of wrongness, knowing something was off, wondering just what it could be, that had driven so many to refuse her kindness. Well, it was one of the things. Being the new girl always, and being impoverished as well, had been other adding factors. Kindness from anyone but her brother had been a rare occurrence, so it was only natural that she would have difficulty with such a notion. It did not always keep her from attempting it, however. Mostly it did, but not always.

[jimmyg]

Whatever it was just beyond the wall that he was in a manner hiding behind, he didn't want to see. Not because he was scared, but because he wasn't in the mood to talk. Hence why he hadn't mentioned the bullying to his mother, or to his father once the man finally returned home. Or even to any of the teachers at the school. Plus, she; since the voice was in face female, was talking to him. Not a good sign if he wanted to avoid her.

The laugh that hung in the air after she spoke with her heavy German accent caused Jimmy to furrow his brows, and peek out just a little more to catch a glance at the woman. In the dark, all he could notice was her hair. It was long, and very red. Kind of like his sister's. That alone made him want to ignore her, but for whatever reason, he couldn't.

It took him a moment, but eventually Jimmy took a step away from the wall; one step, and that was it. Enough to become completely visible to the woman, though he still could only see very little of her. Again, his glasses began to fall, and again, he pushed them upward. It was the beginning of an annoying, tedious little task that he would have to get used to all thanks to one jerk at the school, who he was intent on getting back at, over time.

Though he did do what she said by coming out of hiding, he said nothing to her just yet. She looked strange, she sounded strange, and he didn't know her personally. Thus, she was a stranger. And every child; especially in Gotham, knew better than to speak with strangers.

[ragady]

((OOC: Sorry for the confusion, but her hair's actually brown with blond highlights...the picture manipulation isn't the best in the world. I should have put a better description. Sorry. ))

Ragady smiled, the stitches stretching from the corners of her mouth. The child seemed smart enough, kept his distance and quiet. He didn't seem afraid, simply cautious. Smartly cautious, and it peaked Ragady's interest.
"Vhat ist a smart boy like you doing out so late? Ze monsters gobble up naughty children, you know."[/color] He was too well groomed to be one of the children of the streets, he must have had a home nearby.

If Ragady had known who his father was, or more the position his father held, she would have treated the boy very differently. She would have snatched him up in an instant. But while she had learned the insides and outs of the city itself, the people where a very different matter. Gordon was only a name to her, she could not quite place it to it's proper place. Not yet.

Instead she took a single step forward, so that the light could fall on her face. So the light could show the stitches running from her mouth and down from her eyes, the various bruises. It didn't stop on her face, the same damage was obvious on any other patch of pale skin which showed.
"If anyone knows oft ze monsters, it ist I."[/color] By stepping into the patch of light with her statement, she was not so much implying she was one. She was, but showing the scares could make a person understand her statement for it's full intent. She had, indeed, crossed many monstrous humans. They made her what she was. Besides, she was curious to see what such a brave, smart child might do with such a sight. Many people ran from her, she wondered if he would make the same mistake.

[jimmyg]

With the steps forward that the strange woman was taking, new light fell on her face and Jimmy could see what looked to be stitches running up each side of her lips, not very much unlike that of the Joker. His eyes widened slightly at that, wondering for a moment if perhaps this was the woman that he'd heard about; the clown lady that was hanging around with Joker, but it wasn't. He remembered seeing a photo of her in the paper, and this lady wasn't blonde enough. Plus, the accent gave her away as not Joker's henchwoman.

Still, that didn't comfort the boy greatly. So she wasn't one notable crazy person. As far as he was concerned from the moment of seeing those stitches, she was another crazy person. One that he didn't want to have anything to do with. He would've made a break for it and ran as fast as he could back inside the house, but then he'd have to explain what happened after making such a fuss what with the noise and all that. And frankly, he didn't want to have to deal with telling either mom or dad, or even both parents that he'd snuck out of the house at night.

"There's no such thing as monsters.." He muttered to himself, clenching his fists just in case she decided to get too close. Not that he would be able to put up much of a fight if she had a weapon. He wasn't a very strong boy, either. His strength was in his intellect; which at the moment wasn't very strong either, having wandered off in the first place. "Only crazy people."

[cat]

The cat had happened upon a certain familiar scent quite some time ago, but it's only now that he's finally catching up to its source. Probably because she finally stopped walking. He slows for a moment when he hears her voice, talking to someone, but when he sees how nonthreatening the kid she's talking to looks he picks up the pace again.

When he comes close he meows to announce his presence since he's coming up directly behind her and she's unlikely to hear his light footsteps. It isn't exactly normal for him to say anything in his 'native language', but he's not exactly sure of the situation he's walking into and isn't sure that he wants to get 'caught' talking yet. Still, his raised tail indicates that he's pleased to have found Ragady again. Either that or he just so happens to want to hold his tail up - sometimes it's hard to tell with cats.