A silver wolf....

[Brandon Napier]

Bam grinned at her and winked as if to say 'if I could've, I would've'... Which was true.. If he'd had a snake while growing up, Bam would've put it in someone's cereal... Because that's what he's like... Cause a little bit of a stir and after a while everything becomes chaos...

"Probably..." Bam nodded and wriggled in the hug to get a little closer. He liked hugs... They were nice... Warm...

Cosy...

(Sorry, short. >_<)

[Melissa Clark]

Melissa chuckled. Of course, she would have expected Bam to do a lot of things. Things like dress up in drag and steal his sister's make up on picture day at school. Looking down and studying his features, she smirked. Melissa really wouldn't have been shocked if he had chosen to do so at some point in his life. "Why did you dye your hair red?" Melissa asked suddenly. The young boy's hair was probably one of his most striking characteristics. It certainly made him stand out in a crowd, and nine times out of ten it helped Melissa to identify him. It wasn't like he dressed in super bright clothing. And though he wasn't terrible looking, perhaps someone she would have crushed on had she been younger, his face wasn't one you'd expect to have thousands of girls swooning over. So Melissa was curious as to his hair choices. Her own hair had always been strikingly normal. In either a short blonde bob, or shoulder length as it was now.

Looking around, Melissa squeezed Bam a little tighter before sitting up. Her rump was beginning to go numb and her back was beginning to ache. As much as she enjoyed spending time close with her new 'little brother', the floor was not as comfortable as one might assume. Then again, who assumed the floor was comfortable? With the amount of people falling onto it and complaining about pain no one would think a floor was comfortable.

With Napier now in her lap, she ran her fingers through strands of his hair and began to gently plait his red locks. It was for no real reason, other than the drag queen image still playing in the cinema screen that was her mind.

((No worries. Am on a site with a 300 word count. My posts are growing everywhere...))

[Brandon Napier]

Bam shrugged in answer to her question.

"At the time, I thought that I'd still see m'Pa... He doesn't like dyed hair..." He explained carelessly, not minding that she'd find out that he hated his father. Bam then giggled. "He doesn't like half the thin's I choose t'do... That was the main reason for doin' most of it..." He then looked at her. "Like the main reason I once got up, while round his house, and lived the day as a girl... His face was brilliant." He told her, grinning.

Yes. He had actually dressed in drag... Yes. One time it had been at his Dad's house... And yes. Bam had been had ago at by his father for dressing in drag... So Bam had offered to do push ups in drag... It had all been great fun.

((Up, down, left and right? XD))

[Melissa Clark]

Melissa cocked her head quizzically at her 'little bro', struggling to imagine the young lad in a dress, or skirt. She just couldn't see it. Though, at a distance, the tall teenage could probably get away with posing as a female.

"Really?" Melissa asked, raising her eyebrow. "Hm, I suppose you could get away with it. If you shaved your legs." She chuckled and placed her hands behind her head. Playing with her own hair instead of Brandon's. "You're a weird little boy, Brannie."

[Brandon Napier]

Bam nodded at her one worded question and giggled. He then did a small, pouting pose and cackled. When she called him weird, he nodded.

"Definitely." He agreed. He was weird. But it suited him, he thought... It meant that he had a reason to act how he did... I mean aside from the fact that he was a tad bit insane and had great fun in reminding everyone of this small fact... "You ever done anythin'... Rebellious?" He asked, grinning, before he rested his head on her again and yawned softly, though hopefully subtly...

[Melissa Clark]

Looking down at Brandon Napier, his question really registered. "Eh, the worst I did was rail up in school, fighting and such. Then I got a tattoo, then just stuff." She looked to him, she'd never really been a real rebel, she had actually been quite a well behaved young girl.

So why was she a Rebel? Because she had sought safety after SMILE had raided the building she lived in. There had been news of Rebels lurking on the top floors, where Melissa lived. People had died, and all sorts of troubles had come from that. Melissa had run away, as fast as she could. An older Rebel found her on a street, crying in an alley. Pity must have struck him for he took her to his home in the tunnels and looked after her. Since that point in time, Melissa had grown to be a pretty decent rebel. Of sorts.

Rubbing the back of her head, she looked at him. "You tired?" She had heard the yawn, and he seemed a bit sleep anywho.

[Brandon Napier]

Bam snorted. Compared to the stuff he'd done, she was positively tamed... But then again, he'd done a lot worse... Like set people on fire, hit a kid with a brick when he threatened to break Bam's skateboard, threatened to stab kids, hit people in the face, thrown water balloons at Jonathan, threatened to shoot people once he'd turned fourteen and his grandfather had gotten him a ray gun... The yellow ray gun that never came from around his hip...

He nodded softly at her question and curled up some more before looking at her.

"You're really comfy..."

[Melissa Clark]

Melissa nodded at his snort. "Doesn't sound like I should be a rebel I know, but I just want to change stuff and be there to help those I feel need it the most." She shrugged, then went back to playing with his hair.

"Thank you mister Napier. Should there ever be a loss of pillow, feel free to use me." She smiled, shook her head, and looked up, pondering quietly the questions words couldn't express. Just the little things, things that couldn't be said without lots of ummming and aaahing.

"You know, if we were actually related, and people saw us like this, I'd bet they were thinking about us as some sort of incest pairing. You know, like people used to write about on the internet?" The blonde chuckled, her chest rising and dropping as she breathed.

[Brandon Napier]

Bam giggled at her telling him if there was a loss of pillows then to use her and nodded. She then continued talking and Bam looked at her then cackled.

"They'd probably expect this kinda shit from us..." He told her and wriggled slightly, not moving from her at all, but not putting his head back down. Instead, he merely pouted, watched her, and didn't notice as his mouth moved for him to pull a face. His bottom row of teeth at the front we visible where his lips weren't clothes, but it was only the bottom row that were visible. He then put his head down and shifted.

When quiet, Bam could think about anything. Right now, Bam was thinking about how he missed the flat he'd lived in with his mum and brother... Bam loved his family, and missed them... But then again-... No, he actually couldn't see a good side to not being around Donna and Jack...

Hugging Melissa a little, Bam barely noticed that he was hugging her until he's brain came back to the here and now, and Bam looked at her with a small smile.

[Melissa Clark]

Melissa rolled her eyes. "People would expect us to be incest-y to one another?" She glanced down at him, a quizzical expression upon her features. Would people really expect Melissa and Bam to be all touchy-touchy if they were siblings? She could definitely see them bickering with one another, but being that close, no.

With the slight squeeze from Brandon's hug, she smiled and rubbed his back softly. Smiling as he looked up to her, she squeezed him closer. "You're such a doll," she smirked and brushed his hair over his face.

[Brandon Napier]

Bam shrugged at her question. He didn't bloody know. He spoke without thinking far too often and ended up looking like he had no idea about anything... Okay, so he showed off that he didn't know much, but still...

"Prob'ly. People are odd..." He mumbled and smiled at her words. He didn't comment, however, and pouted when she moved his hair. He didn't do anything but wriggle and hugged a little tighter, now wondering if he still had his 'anaconda grip', as his friend had once told Bam he had... Though, Bam had been very proud of his anaconda grip...

It had always been a great threat...

[Melissa Clark]

((OOC: 'He spoke without thinking far too often' Hehehehe.))

"That they are," Melissa smiled, oblivious to Bam's skill of an 'Anaconda grip' and whether or not he would use it on her, she shifted a little. Her stomach was beginning to ache from his weight, and her back wasn't feeling too comfortable on the floor either.

Gently, she began to sit up. "Oof, Bam, the floor hurts, and you're heavy, can I get up and sit somewhere where my body won't feel numb and sore?" She pleaded, already half way up to sitting anyway. Her bones popping and creaking in her back as she sat up and stretched. Lifting her hands above her head as she did so.

[Brandon Napier]

Bam pouted at her words and crawled off to the sofa. He then curled up next to it like a cat does before it goes to sleep. He then watched her, as she was the most interesting thing in the room... Though, Bam suspected that a dictionary was more interesting than anything in the room except Melissa...

All in all, Bam thought that this was a very boring room...

Rolling onto his back, Bam moved one hand like a cat did when it was playing and he giggled softly before meowing. Yes, you did read that correctly. He meowed at Melissa. He then rolled onto one side, then on his back to the over side. He did this three times before turning onto his front and sitting up. He giggled again.

"That is far too much fun." He told her, grinned, and climbed onto the sofa without much care for the fact that she could basically just be watching his arse.

[Melissa Clark]

Melissa was sat up now, as her friend toddled off to coil himself into a ball by the sofa. She raised her eyebrows and brought herself into a standing position. Her back creaked and her knees popped, and the twenty year old found herself feeling like an old woman.

Rubbing the lower part of her back, she continued to observe Bam, looking at him as if he was crazy. Hell, he was crazy and she knew it too. Everyone knew it, he was the oddest rebel she'd ever met. She hadn't met a weirder rebel. Well, weirder maybe, saner, never.

As his mewl sounded, Melissa cocked her head. "If we were normal, I'd take you to a doctor. But strangely, I see this as perfectly normal behavior for you." She shook her head and laughed, moving over to chill on the sofa. Once there, she kicked her legs up and tilted her head back. "You little weirdo, you."

[Brandon Napier]

Bam snorted at her words and crawled over to her as she called him a weirdo.

"This is normal behaviour for me." He told her, grinning, as he crawled onto her legs. "You love me for it..." He then mumbled, in reply to her weirdo comment, and curled up on her legs before resting his head in her lap and wriggling to get on his back. He then wriggled again and meowed before giggling hysterically and shoving a fist into his gob to shut himself up. He then wiped his hand on her top and pulled a face.

Stretching, Bam wriggled again and poked her stomach. He was bored. He needed something to do. he couldn't be bothered to actually move to get something, so poking her would have to do in regards to easing his boredom. Who knowns? It might end up in a poke war, which Bam would run away from and hide under the pool table.

[Melissa Clark]

Melissa ruffled Brandon's hair with a smile. A natural, calm smile. "Sure thing, Brandela," she shook her head and petted him. Her hand hovered above his head as he put his hand in his mouth, then pulled it out and wiped it on her clothes. She contemplated hitting him, but instead just leaned back and placed her hands under her head. Looking up to the ceiling.

Melissa was slowly slowly dozing off before he poked her. She burped. Opening her eyes, she looked down at him and pinched his nose. "Brandon, I am sleepy, therefore, I feel I should go home soon. Unless you want to have a camp out here." She snorted, Melissa didn't think he'd enjoy the idea. But it was Bam, fuck knows what he'd enjoy.

[Brandon Napier]

Giggling at her burp, he then pouted at her pinching his nose. However, Bam's face almost literally lit up at the idea of having a camp here and he half turned over, in that only the top half of his body turned over. He then, seemingly, came to life and bounced so that he had his knees either side of her lower legs, and his hands either side of her thighs, like an over excited dog might when shown a treat or a toy.

"Can we mommy? Please?" He asked and rubbed his cheek against hers with a grin. He then put his head on her shoulder and gave her puppy dog eyes. "Pwease?!" He asked, dragging the word out before moving his face a little closer to hers, still with puppy dog eyes, and still with his head on her shoulder. He began nuzzling her neck softly and asked again, trying to be cute but probably failing...

Or not. Who knows? Her idea of cute may just be a guy nuzzling her neck while asking if they can make a camp...

I didn't think so either...

[Melissa Clark]

Melissa let out a whole-hearted guffaw of laughter as Brandon nuzzled and pawed at her for approval of the idea. Which she didn't think her red haired friend necessarily needed to do, considering she had initially come up with the idea. She was glad he liked the idea though, because she did too. Hell, he was a teenager, and she was a young adult, everyone needed something to do that would allow them to feel normal again. As if they were perfectly normal people, people that didn't have to worry about being killed or tortured.

"Let's do it then!" Melissa chirped, attempting to wriggle out from under Bam to start making their camp. "What do we need?" She asked, creating a mental list in her mind. Sleeping bags, pillows, food. A camp out wasn't a camp out without treats and stuff. What else...Lamps? ...What else...

[Brandon Napier]

Bam cheered like the absolute child he was and he bounced off the sofa as she started to move. He then fell over from too much momentum and pouted before bouncing to his feet and looking at her. He barely heard her question and looked around the place. There had to be something...

Then Bam got distracted and climbed onto the pool table before dancing.

Yes, he was odd. But pretty much anyone who met him could figure that out... It wasn't as though he tried to be subtle about it. Now was it? He never really hid that he was a nutter... Though how you hide something that damn obvious would be anyone's guess... Bam, actually, didn't know how you'd be able to hide a mental disorder, or such... Though he would try and find out, now that he thought about it.

Dropping onto the edge of the pool table, Bam sat on it and swung his legs.

"Can we get tents?" He asked, then added softly. "Not like that."

[Melissa Clark]

Melissa blinked and laughed, she looked at the dancing teenager and shook her head. She wasn't declining anything, just shaking her head in amusement. The things this boy got up to were actually quite funny. It was different, she thought, how many people were actually going to hop up on a table and dance? Melissa could only think of one, and that was the red haired boy actually doing the dancing.

She leaned on her hip as he sat on the edge, and posed his question. "Sure, if you know where to get them," Melissa started, combing her fingers through her hair casually. "I can get sleeping bags, there are a few at home, some lamps, candles.." Melissa looked at the pyromaniac sat in front of her. "No candles, some sweets and stuff..If there's a working television in here we could get some films out or something.." The blonde woman smiled, ever since she was a little girl she had always loved building forts, and camping out in rooms that weren't initially built to be camped in. Come to think of it, were any rooms ever meant to be camped in? Huh, weird, she realised, eventually snapping out of her day dream to bring her attention back to the sitting boy, unless he had moved again. Something that wouldn't have shocked her, as Bam was certainly one to bounce around and vanish if he felt like he wanted to.