Torpid Void

Mason
 Mase scowled at the bag, though he picked it up despite himself and gently pressed it against his ribs, hissing under his breath as it came into contact with his concerningly large amount of damaged bones. "Never been good at catching things. Or throwing things. I skipped gym class pretty much every day," he grumbled in response to Alice once the pain numbed thanks to the ice.

Silvestre
His foot caught on something and he stumbled, but somehow managed to maintain his balance. A hand grazed against his shoulder for a second, but slipped. "Almost got me there!" Silvestre teased over his shoulder. He decided it was about time to lose these slowpokes and darted into another alley. As soon as he exited the other end he jumped into another, turning sharp corners swiftly. Finally, he darted into a building and heard footsteps continue by. "Well, that was fun," he panted, talking to himself. A tired but happy grin split his mouth open as he stood with his back to the door, catching his breath, hair plastered to his forehead and neck. 

Fayre
Despite being exhausted, Fay found herself too unsettled to rest. She flopped herself down on the floor near Mason and Alice, not bothering to pay them any attention. Her mind was still working overtime to figure out what was wrong with Harper, and now she had a passed-out Louis to freak out over. She figured there was something wrong with Mason (considering how he looked in general), but she tried not to think about that too much, instead letting her mind drift off to some unknown fantasy.

Mason
 He eventually glanced back up, intending to say something to Louis, though his mouth did nothing but hand open slightly when it occurred to him that the thump he'd vaguely heard moments prior had been caused by Louis slumping onto the ground. He shut his mouth after a moment, narrowing his eyes at the faint black dust that hung in the air for a moment more before fully dissipating. Mason sighed with an unknown emotion, turning his head to look down at Fay, blinking at her semi-warily. "Is Louis good over there?"

Fayre
She looked up at Mason for a split second, but quickly looked back at the ground. "Yeah, he's fine."

Silvestre
A startled man poked his head into the room. Silvestre waved. Sixty seconds later he had been yelled at, chased out the door, and had it slammed in his face. "Not very friendly, are ya?" he laughed, turning and trudging away from what was probably a house. 

Mason
 He simply hummed in response, dropping his gaze down to the ground. His eyes flitted around as he thought, though they remained directed at the wood flooring, not yet daring to look back at Fay or Alice or anyone who would undoubtedly remind Mason of times and people long gone.

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Silvestre
He hadn't gotten far when he heard an angry shout and looked over curiously only to lock eyes with what he'd describe as an old friend, though the old man most definitely wouldn't return the sentiment. "Hey, Gramps! What's up?" Silvestre yelled over the distance. He waited patiently, leaning on a random building with his legs crossed, as 'Gramps' stalked over and jabbed him in the chest. "What sort of trouble are you getting into?" Silvestre shrugged. "Not much, unfortunately. You?" The old man made what Silvestre would describe as a growl. "Where's your family?" "Yeah, about that.... I ran away. They were boring." Irritation twisted the man's already unpleasant features. "This one was going to keep a careful eye on you. They even had decent security. How did you manage -?" "Kind of like this. See ya!" Silvestre saluted, twisted away, and jogged down the street.  He glanced over his shoulder to find, to his delight, Mr. Burton had hired a couple helpers in case Silvestre did this very thing. He let them catch up a bit before booking it. The chase lasted for a decent while, until Silvestre was tired and sweaty again. He'd managed to end up nearer the outskirts of town. The chase was fun and all, but he'd already had a good one that day, and besides, he'd rather not end up assigned to another family. Burton's friends were getting pretty close (Silvestre had already run quite a bit, and they were quite a bit taller than him) when Silvestre slammed full speed into a door. He tumbled inside the house and landed in a heap on the floor. He looked up. There were three people - no four, there was someone in the kitchen who appeared to be asleep (odd place for a nap, but okay). "Hello," Silvestre grinned, sitting up and turning around in time to shut the door in the faces of his pursuers. 

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Fayre
Fayre had been thinking about her dad, which made her eyes water ever so slightly. She had learned to keep it hidden and normally just blinked them back, but the shock of some imbecile tumbling into the house mdae her forget, and a few unbidden tears strolled down her face. She stared at the boy a moment, then sniffed and wipped the tears away quickly. "What are you doing here?"

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Mason
 Mason looked up, startled, when some random kid quite literally fell through the door. Mase blinked in the confusion of the moment, sitting up slightly once his head finally wrapped itself around what was currently happening instead of dwelling in the past, as it often did. "What she said. Who the hell are you?," he demanded a little too harshly, though he was in no state of mind nor body to care about his tone of voice whatsoever.

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Silvestre
Silvestre couldn't reply right away because he was laughing. He'd locked the door and Burton (plus his two sidekicks) were pounding on it. Plus their shocked faces when he'd come in had been priceless. When he finally calmed down enough, he introduced himself. "Name's Silvestre. I'm just crashing in here until Gramps leaves me alone. He wants to send me to another family but they're all boring." He stood and stretched. "While I like the occasional chase scene, I've already done it once today and I'm beat." 

Mason
 "Of course you are," Mason muttered crossly under his breath, sighing to himself. "Well I'm Mason, and I'm pretty sure I'm dying, and come to think of it I'd be willing to bet everyone else here probably is as well, so do us all a favor and like, I dunno, settle down, alright kid?"

Silvestre
"Well, what'd you go and do that for?" he asked, glancing around the room curiously. Pretty bare place. That dude was still asleep somehow. They were still banging on the door and yelling.

Mason
 "Thought I was dead or dreaming or both so I decided to test my luck?," he offered, voice still bitter but softening up slightly.

Silvestre
"Did ya start in this division? I started in the other one but it's not half as interesting. They just send people to the third division if they're naughty but here ya get beat up and stuff. A lot more exciting and fun. Except when they tried to take my bracelet. That wasn't cool."