"Middle name?" Alex said, very confused. What was that? Middle initial, he knew (he used "A" for simplicity) but now he needed a whole name? Was there some kind of purpose behind it, or could he just make anything up? 'Uh, Rowan," he answered, using one of his old names.
Hona sigh in exasperation(sp?). Too much attention... Gah this girl is going to be hurt bad one day. Meanwhile Kayla, with Hona's close eye on her, turned to the man who's name she didn't know, "Nope not sisters. When I like five, I got into a fix and Hona got me out of it, then helped me along the way." Kayla's face darkened for a moment, the memory was not a good one. With effort, she smiled again and looked the man up and down, "So what's your name? What's your middle name?" Looking back at Alex she smiled genualy, "His is Rowan, which I like, it sounds like it comes from midevil times." Kayla swivled in her seat, back to Hona, "And you will not share your middle name will you?" Kayla pouted as Hona shook her head and said, "You know I'll never share my middle name with anyone." Hona bit her lip as Kayla turned back to the group. There was too much attention on them, they weren't exactly an unoticable group, a 16 yearold girl with a sword and a happy little girl? Hona looked around the pub almost subconsiously.
"Norse, actually," Alex corrected, grinning from ear to ear. Next to Kayla, he was the normal one. He also quite enjoyed how she was irritating Travis. Looking to Hona, he asked casually, "Why won't you tel anyone your middle name?"
Faith looked at Alex and then back to the other people. He sighed. He then looked at his hands and fiddled with his fingers.
"Travis Walter." Travis answered with a smile. The kid being here made him nervous. Heck, niether of the girls should be here. They should be at home, worrying about school, not toting swords into pubs and talking about "fixes." He wanted to grab Kayla up and send her somewhere safe before she hardened into someone unrecognizable.
"Walter is a cool name. It's awsome, kind, and just flowing.... Travis Walter, it suits you." Kayla smiled at him, seemingly oblivient to his nervousness. Hona glared at Alex. She said slowly, coldly, "I will never tell any of the likes of you my middle name." Kayla jumped at her words and turned to stare at Hona, "The likes of us? You're including me?" Hona didn't look away from Alex as she answered Kayla, "Yes, you are only a child." Kayla frowned, "And what does that make you? All mighty supreme ruler?" Hona finaly broke her glare at Alex, and looked at Kayla, "Nope, I just don't want people to know anything that can trace me." Kayla sighed and looked back at the group.
Alex held up his hands in defense. "Hey hey hey, no harm done. Just curious. Don't worry, I'm not the frickin' FBI. Why're you so hard on her, though?" He asked, nodding his head toward Kayla.
Hona's hand twited as she fought the memories. Small images flickered across her head, men lyeing dead at her feet, a little girl slung across a dead body, the night she made an oath. Hona's head was clear in a few seconds and she choose to ignor his qustion. Kayla didn't though, "She said she would protect me till the end of my life." Kayla smiled at him as if this was just small talk. "And I believe her, she's just trying to protect me." Turning to Hona, Kayla opened her mouth to say something, proably a tease, but seeing the look on 'Hona's face, she fell quiet.
Alex felt the tension in the air, something in Hona's eyes set him on edge. Even more unnerving was when Kayla fell quiet. Something was happening between these two, something he didn't want to be dragged into, and he kept his mouth shut.
Kayla looked at Hona worriedly for a second. Hona nodded aware of Alex's eyes on her. Kayla smiled hesitatnly, then grinned when Hona attempted a smile that looked more like a grimace. Kayla turned to Alex, "So how are you? Been busy latly? I have, yuck, I hate being busy. Doing odd chores for people, not fun. What about you?" Kayla asked looking at the other men, Travis and Faith.
"Actually I'm on break. I should be heading back to work. Come in if you ever need a new hair style." Faith said and began to walk out.
"Odd chores?.." Alex wondered out loud. He watched Faith start to walk out, and simply gave him a little half-wave. Alex doubted this man was an actual threat, and he wouldn't dare bring the authorities with these two girls around. Kayla could probably confuse the cops long enough for him to escape, if things turned to worse.
Faith got in his car and started it up. He then began to drive off.
Hona watched the man leave. Then she said, "I should acutaly be on my way." Kayla pouted, "Can't you stay for a little while?" Hona shook her head and said, "Bye Kayla." Without saying bye to anyone else she walked out. Outside the pub, Hona looked both ways and walked quickly down the street.
Kayla watched the door for a second then looked back at Alex and Travis. She repeated her last question, "So busy?"
"Not really," Alex said. He was starting to feel impatient, though, and drummed his fingers on the bar. Where the he.ll was his drink? He wanted to get out of here as soon as possible, but...all of his trouble couldn't be for nothing.
Hona watched the cark allyway, then darted off, not likeing what she was seeing. Running flat out, she was fast and out ran the heavey footsteps behind her in seconds. Hona pulled up and walked again, you could hardly tell she had been ruynning. Her face was calm but, her hand was curled into a fist.
Kayla nodded, "I love to be not busy, yuck it's awful being busy. If I could do whatever I wanted whenever, I would - I would... I would build a castle made of candey!" It was such a little girl thing to say, the Kayla actualy froze for a second, then laughed at herself. "Ah, I'd love to not be busy though." She looked at the door, almost subconsiously.
Travis eyed the little girl for a moment before answering. He didn't doubt that she had to work, she and Hona had that look about them. Especiallly Hona. They definately weren't the kind of kids that got taken care of. "What do you do for work?" He asked her, his voice friendly and curious, though if she said anything about violence, he was going to rip someone's head off.
Kayla shrugged. "I do lots of things, fix fences, paint a house, carry bags for elderly, chop up wood, and occasionaly..." She dropped off not wanting to say some of the other things she did for people, though those jobs ussualy fell upon Hona, she would get some too somethimes. Kayla looked at Travis, "So what do you do?"
"Right now? Nothing." Travis answered. "But I used to be a soldier. I'm still trying to find a job."