.Lost.

[Layla Tahirah]

Layla walked quickly through the woods, her frame haunched over considerably. She wore tight, slightly distressed jeans, a fitted black tee, and a zip, hooded black sweat shirt with a metallic design of wings on the back. Dark brown eyes drowning in fear as another howl broke the silence. "Hello?" she mumbled quietly, stopping dead and pushing back her shoulders. "d**n." Layla cried out loudly, fed up with her situation. "I'm lost all ready!" she looked down at her scuffed black and purple Vans, adjusting the laces before turning around again to walk.

Layla was hopelessly lost on her short jaunt through the woods. Not only was she pissed off, she was tired and hungry. Sighing angrily, she continued to pace swiftly throught the dark foliage.

[moosey]

The woods were often peaceful at that time of night. Many a time had Dorgo McCutcheon paced through the trees. It was all too farmilliar, walking through the woods. Being alone. He sighed, even though he had moved to this town a few months ago, he had mostly kept to himself. He stuck to school, home and the woods mostly. Maybe one day he'd get out more, maybe even form a band.

But not today.

He sighed and leaned against a sycamore, brushing his darkened blue hair out of his face. He closed his eyes momentarily to relax when he heard a shout. "Hello?" he said cuiriously, never hearing of anyone around before, "Anyone out there?"

[Layla Tahirah]

"Hey," Layla cried at the sound of another's voice. Relief swept over her, and her tense muscles finally relaxed. "over here!" she began to swiftly pace towards the masculine form. Perhaps he could help her. Then again, he could be some psycho homicidal maniac. Layla decided even if he was going to kill her, she wouldn't be alone. Lonliness. Oh, how it hurt to be alone. Layla had been roughly neglected as a child, and now it pained her to be by herself. She was not clingy...just, one who needed constant conversation.

Layla came up to the man, peaking cautiously from behind a tall trunk. "Hello?" she began to walk from her hiding place. "I'm lost...do you think you could help me?" Her gaze shifted quickly, as she was indeed nervous. Perhaps he would just walk away, leaving her here to rot in these dreadful woods. Yet amidst the darkness, there was an eerie beauty about the forestry. It sent her heart racing, just to glance over the moonlit leaves.

[moosey]

Dorgo opened his eyes and took a few minutes to look at her. 'I guess this is getting out more...' he told himself. He shrugged, then realised he was shrugging towards his own comment rather than her question. He blinked, "Sorry, I was just thinking..." he explained, once again re-adjusting his hair. "So what's a girl like you doing out this late?" he asked her, "S'cold out too. You should be wearing more than a sweater." He shrugged again, jamming his hands into the pockets of his jeans. "Well anyway," he continued, not waiting to hear her respose, "I can lead you outta this place. You could say I spend alot of time here."

[Layla Tahirah]

"I-I'm new here." she mumbled quietly, glancing down at her shoes. Nervous. The only word that described what Layla could be feeling, merely add a thousand more. "I was just going for a walk, and I kinda...got lost...I suppose I shouldn't have gone alone. I don't really know anyone yet. I'm Layla." she stuck out her left hand timidly, using her other to sweep a black curl from her face. "Lead the way." she shrugged, pulling her sweater closer to her slender bodice. {Writers Block.}

[moosey]

"No problem." he replied, shaking her hand gently. "I'm kinda new here too." he explained, "I moved here a few months ago, but I haven't really met anyone yet." He released his grip, putting his hand back into his pocket. He began to lead Layla through the woods, making sure she wasn't far behind him. "Are you cold?" he asked her, "By the way you say it, it sounds like you've been out here a while." He stopped, allowing her to catch up and walk alongside him.

[Layla Tahirah]

"Oh, I'm not that cold." Layla looked away, hiding the fact her teeth were now chattering. She wanted to get into town, and be around as many people as could fit in the room. "Yeah...at least an hour or two. I just needed some air." she began shakily, glancing up to meet his gaze. "I told you my name...but I have no idea who you are, mystery man." Layla grinned delightedly, laughing slightly as she realized how awfully...awful she sounded. {Lol}

She adjusted her tight jeans, pulling them up so they would not fall. Layla crossed her arms gently, rubbing her reddened fingers together to keep them warm. "Maybe I am a bit cold." she looked down, lazily, feeling her leaden lids begin to droop. "I need something to wake me up. Is there some kind of a party, or club we could hit?" Layla looked about surprisingly, noticing how eerily quiet these woods were. "It's a bit...spooky in here, no?"

[moosey]

"You get used to the spookiness." he replied to her, unzipping his own sweater. He pulled it off, offering it to her, "Sorry I don't have something heavier." he aplogised. "My name is Dorgo." he replied simply, "McCutcheon. Dorgo McCutcheon." He smiled a bit at her, "Does that answer your question." He was silent for a moment, thinking about parties, "I dunno of any, I don't get out much." he said truthfully, "But we're bound to find one in town."

[Layla Tahirah]

"Thank you, Dorgo." she reached to take his sweater, draping it over her shoulders. Layla smiled at him warmly, looking out into the bleak night. A cold breeze swept through the area. She now felt bad for taking his sweat shirt, and decided it would be best if they got out of the forest soon. "Yeah, there's gotta be something in town." she continued to walk briskly beside him, trying her best to find something to talk about.

Layla sighed in the uncomfortable silence, a bit distressed she could not conversate. Then again, she was never one to begin the length of speech anyways. "Do you live in town?" she asked timidly, pulling his sweater tighter over her body.

[moosey]

"It's no problem." Dorgo answered her, his bare arms revealing his snake and eagle tattoos. He walked a bit faster to keep up with her pace. "Yeah, I live in an apartment." he told her, "It's not much, but it's home sweet home." He removed one hand from his pocket, rubbing his left arm for no real reason at all.

[Layla Tahirah]

Layla looked carefully over his tattoos. She admired them for only a moment, dropping her gaze to the forest floor. "Well, that's kinda cool. I live in an apartment too. But I barely paid for any of it...my parents wanted me to be-uh-/comfortable/in my new town..." Layla glanced towards the edge of the foliage, seeing they were now close to the exit. "So, I guess we're almost out..." she grinned slightly, the corners of her lips flickering.

She yawned, though she was no longer tired. Layla stuck her hands below the folds of her sweater, struggling to fit under Dorgo's jacket.

[moosey]

Dorgo smiled, "I think you'll like it here. Maybe we can check out each other's places sometime." He placed his hand warmly on her shoulder, and quickly removed it, "Well part here we come I guess." Dorgo shrugged, as if thinking of where to look for a party. "We shoukd try main street." he suggested, "It is the main street and all."

[Layla Tahirah]

"Oh yeah. It'll be like a little adventure...maybe after we find somewhere to party, we could head over to my place and have a bite to eat. It's the least I could do, you did save me from a cold night in a dark forest after all." Layla grinned broadly, shifting her gaze to her shoulder as a hand was placed then quickly removed. She seemed to wonder why he had recoiled, then noticed that they had only been talking and walking for about twenty minutes.

The twosome strode into the main streets, conversing quietly until a house with many people on the front lawn came into view. "Shall we?" she asked quietly, lightly pulling his jacket from her shoulders. "Thank you, again." Layla placed it in his arms carefully, brushing a loose curl from her eyes.

[moosey]

"That sounds great." he replied with a smile, "And youre welcome again." He opened the door to the party and held it for her.

ooc// So we continue in the party thread?

[Layla Tahirah]

ooc;; Sure, good idea.