Tell Me I'm a Bad Man... (Melissa Clark)

[Brandon Napier]

Picking at the lock of Melissa Clark's front door, Bam had his usual outfit of blue jacket, faded blue jeans, black boots, yellow ray gun and black fingerless biker gloves. Added to this, was a blue bandanna that had white stars on it in a regular pattern and two red D's, one of either side of where the cloth was folded. The D that was hidden from view was turned down, like a sad mouth, while the one on show was much more like a cheerful mouth.

Continuing to pick at the lock, Bam heard the click that told him the door was unlocked and Bam opened the front door casually and crept into the house, shutting the door behind him and looking for a sofa to sit on and wait until she got home.

It was only about twenty minutes before he heard the door open and Bam grinned. This would be fun... He pulled the bandanna down, so that his mouth was on show, and began flicking through the TV channels while waiting for her to get to the room. He settled on cartoons and stretched out on the sofa.

No, Bam didn't register that Melissa would probably be pissed at the fact that Bam had broken in and then started watching her TV... Eh, she should expect it by now... Everyone else did...

[Melissa Clark]

Melissa hadn't accomplished much that morning. She'd spent some time with a friend of hers, attempted motivating herself into going out into SMILE and doing something constructive. but with SMILE upping their game and Melissa being one of the lazier rebels - it hadn't really happened. So she'd spent the day lounging around, talking to people, directing people and generally giving advice to those that sought it from her.

Melissa occasionally felt like a mother to some rebels. But she wasn't complaining, she quite enjoyed being there for them. A listening ear to those with stories that often brought deep issues.

Now, though, the blonde haired woman was returning home. Finding that there may have been something worth while on the television. Or maybe there was something she could put together out of the crap she brought home. That was a hobby of hers, sticking things together. Things she found that couldn't be used, but could be made into something pretty. Nothing really turned into anything pretty. It mostly turned into lumps of rubbish that eventually got thrown out.

Removing the key from the pocket of her jeans, she unlocked the large white door, collected whatever was at the welcome mat on the other side of the door and walked into the kitchen. She heard the television on, but thought nothing of it. The twenty year old often left the television on in the mornings before she headed anywhere. Placing down the hand delivered letters on the counter in her kitchen (no mailmen ), she headed upstairs and raided through her bedroom to get into her pajamas.

Once changed and in a pair of baggy white pajamas that went past her feet. With sleeves that hung past her fingers, she headed downstairs into the front room. Fiddling with a rubix cube she'd picked up, she finally looked up and stared at the figure on her couch. Totally not registering who it was, she screamed at the top of her voice and threw the colourful box at the intruder.

[Brandon Napier]

Bam heard her moving and continued to watch the colourful figures on the screen. It wasn't until the scream that Bam had realised she was in the room. Bam looked up and found a cube flying towards him. He jumped to his feet, TV remote still in hand, and watched her carefully.

Deciding to attempt humour, at this point, Bam raised an eyebrow, picked up the Rubik's Cube and began throwing it into the air and catching it.

"Hello t'you too, Sweets." He said casually and threw the box back to her. "No way t'treat a guest." He grinned and sat down again. He went back to paying attention to whatever was happening on the cartoon.

[Melissa Clark]

Melissa realised it was her friend, playing with her colourful toy. "Ah..Wha..How did you get in here?!" She cried, drinking in the fact that it was Bam, and not a random invader of her home. Well, he was a random invader. But she knew him. "If you wanted to visit my home, you could have..have asked!" She began to quieten down slowly as she wondered off into the kitchen, retrieved a box of chocolates and returned. Sitting at Bam's side, calmer now, as if nothing had happened.

Eating chocolates, and leaving them at her side for Bam to have if she wanted one. "Alright, why are you here?" She asked, looking to her side at the sixteen year old boy. This was not what she expected, no sir-ee. Then, Melissa really didn't expect all that much in her life.

[Brandon Napier]

Bam pulled out the tool that he'd used to pick the lock in answer to her first question, then grinned at her other words about him asking if he wanted to visit her home. Surely she could realise by now that Bam wouldn't do that... And that he wouldn't ask anyone if he wanted to visit someone's house.

"C'mon, am I ever gunna ask?" He asked and watched her leave, then come back with a box of chocolates and Bam moved so that she could sit down next to him. He pulled the bandanna up to cover his nose and mouth and looked at her before giggling. "Am good if you decide t'fart." He grinned behind his bandanna and went back to watching the cartoon...

... Come on, we all know that Bam's completely childish and had the same sense of humour as a five year old...

[Melissa Clark]

Melissa rolled her eyes at his lock picking tool. She probably should have expected something like this from the hellion that was the fiery figure in front of her. Shaking her head, she sat with him, eating her chocolates in the middle of the day.

In truth, she never expected him to ask to see her home, that was what a polite person would do. Something Brandon would probably never do. She shrugged her shoulders and thwapped his arm lightly at his fart comment. And actually contemplated farting just to get back at him. But seeing as she wasn't exactly fueled up with any gas, she didn't bother trying. And instead just hit Napier.

"You haven't broken anything, have you?" She asked him, as she picked up the remote and changed the channel. Wiggling her toes as she sat.

[Brandon Napier]

Bam twitched his nose at her tapping his arm and shook his head. He hadn't considered breaking anything...

"I didn't think of it..." He told her then grinned and wriggled. "If only you had thought t'remind me before I broke in..." He cackled and stretched, moved the chocolates so that he could do what he wanted to, which was to lie down and put his head on her lap. He glanced up at her and giggled while holding the chocolates. He then looked at the TV and balanced the box on his head...

Worst comes to the worst, she could use him as a table.

[Melissa Clark]

"Like I'm going to remind you to break into my home and break something I own." Rolling her eyes, she pinched one of the chocolates on his head. He had, oddly enough, been planning using him as a table. So him offering up his table services was a pleasant pleasantry.

Biting the top off of one of her chocolates, she found a gooey pink center. Which she then allowed to dribble over Bam's neck and hair. Humming quietly as she did so, she then ate the empty shell.

[Brandon Napier]

Bam gave a small giggle and grabbed her top before wiping his neck and hair. He then wriggled, put his feet on the arm of the sofa and generally got comfy. He then wriggled again, turned over and poured himself off of the sofa before crawling away to find something to do... He ended up just sitting in the middle of the room, watching the TV...

Bam was never that good at finding something to do... When he was younger, he normally settled for annoying his brother until his brother gave him something to do... Either that or he'd annoy Jonathan, who lived in the flat under Bam's until SMILE took over...

[Melissa Clark]

Melissa watched Brandon. Silently staring as he made himself comfortable in her home. "You're like some kind of pet dog.." She mumbled, almost to herself before standing and leaning over him lightly. Just generally placing her hand on his head and leaning. She too was looking for something to do other than watch television. "What do you like to do that entertains you, without burning down my home?" She asked him, finding that maybe one of his ideas may profit more entertaining that some of hers would. There were a few video games in her front room, there was also a pool table and some other bits and pieces. Generally pieces she'd picked up to entertain herself and any guests she had round. But she never really used them, purely because the people themselves entertained her. Though, some of those things may not be one hundred percent wholesome. And definitely not something she'd think of doing with the younger, more childish lad. She coughed lightly.

[Brandon Napier]

Bam barked in reply to her comment about him being like a pet dog and he tried to lick her hand when she leaned on him. He then pretending that her weight was making him shrink and he giggled. She then asked him what he wanted to do and Bam was about to suggest a camp fire in the room, but then she said, basically, that she didn't want her house being burnt down and Bam pouted before poking the back of her knee.

"Weelll... We could always go SMILE huntin'... Or play Tag in the tunnels... Or find some other shit t'do..." He suggested and hugged her waist like a small child might do to their mother. He looked up at her wearing the most innocent expression he could and smiled softly, trying to look cute. With any luck, she'd pick something. Bam never could decide on anything at all...

[Melissa Clark]

"Hm, well I'll be honest with you Bam, that sounds like rubbish to me. How about we go out and into the city? Just fuck about, get some ice cream, blow stuff up..." Then an idea struck her. "I'm going to get a cat. I love cats, I really fucking do, let's go get me a cat!" Melissa's eyes glittered at the memories of having a pet cat as a young girl. Though Bam was currently being a dog, she'd rather have herself a sweet kitty whom she could hug and stroke, and to have them sleep on the end of her bed. Oh yes, she'd love that.

[Brandon Napier]

Bam stuck his tongue out at her saying that it sounded like rubbish and he pretended to sulk while she continued talking. When she said about a cat, Bam whined like a dog and looked up at her innocently, as if butter wouldn't melt... Though it probably would, what with Bam having a lighter in his pocket and all that jazz...

Clinging to her knees, Bam wriggled.

"Well, Sweets, then we'll need t'get movin'." He told her and stood slowly. When his arms got to her hips, he threw her over his shoulder and began walking.

No, it wasn't the most elegant way she could start moving, but then again, Bam was never really a fan of elegance...

[Melissa Clark]

Melissa hung over Bam's shoulders with an expression of stone. "You sir, are an impatient little shit." She grumbled, holding onto his shirt as carried her off. To be honest, she didn't really care, it meant she could be lazy, one of her favourite things to do. Though, it did strike her that she was still in her pajamas, ah well, she didn't care. If people stared, she stared back.

"Please lock my door on our way out Bamelaaaa." Melissa sang, lifting her self and playing with his hair as he carried her off.

[Brandon Napier]

Bam grinned and giggled.

"Aw, you really know me." He said, faking bashfulness before he poked her arse. "You got a big ass..." He told her and pulled the door shut before shrugging. "No bugger goes into unlocked houses. They're too scared." He told her before giggling. "Not even I go in unlocked houses."

Of course, this was true. His house was constantly unlocked and he never set foot inside the place... He actually hated being inside his house... It was full of shit that he didn't care about, including photos of his family, and so he never went into the building... Most people would wonder why he even had it... But others would just accept that this is what Bam is like.

[Melissa Clark]

Melissa watched quietly as he left her door unlocked. She didn't want to be robbed, though there weren't actually many items of value, there were a lot of memories and such in some of the items she owned. Or claimed to own, nine times out of ten the stuff you could pick up in her house wasn't hers. Still, what was done was done, and she didn't feel like getting down. Besides, if her home had been broken into if and or when she got back, she could get her red haired buddy to fix that up. There was always a chance a Rebel wouldn't return should they head out into the city. And a lot of the time people didn't come home. But that was just how things worked, apparently. It was a bizarre circle of life. With people dying, new homes opened up for new, and sometimes better, rebels.

"Yes Bam, yes. I have a big bum, and you love it." She rolled her eyes and shifted her hips in his face's direction. Effectively rubbing her cheek into his.

[Brandon Napier]

Bam slapped her arse to get it away from his face and he then, thinking, for some reason, that he'd see her face, turned around and pouted before continuing to walk in the direction that he was going.

"D'you have anythin' t'help with blowin' shit up in that arse of yers?" He asked, laughed a little, and kept one arm clamped on her lower legs so that he wouldn't drop her while they walked. As they moved, no one actually gave them any odd looks... Not even when he looked around, seemingly lost, and stopped walking. "Where are we?" He asked, thinking that Melissa would be able to answer him. Of course, she probably wouldn't have any idea, but oh well.

Turning in a circle, Bam stopped, put a hand on his hip, and tapped the back of her legs. "Sweets... I think am- Oh! Nevermind, I know where we're goin'!" He yelled and marched off in the direction of the tunnels. Maybe they could stop off at Bam's fire stash on the way there...?

[Melissa Clark]

As she wiggled her bum before she spoke, about to suggest where they were - Bam already wandered off in an entirely new direction. "Oh, okay, we're going this way. This is cool too." She sang, settling over his shoulder as the toddled off towards the tunnels. She was unaware of his want to stop by is stash as he hadn't voiced it himself, and if he had, Melissa wouldn't have been paying attention. The young blond frowned, she was deep in thought. Thinking about the type of cat she'd be after. Fluffy, short haired, fussy, cuddly..She'd just have to wait and see.

"Where are we going first Brandela?" She asked while she hung over the younger person's shoulder casually.