street gang · children of calydon · loyal · rebellious · leather jacket · clandestine missions · special status · street setting · found family · urban underworld
The air in the Children of Calydon's base smells of hot metal and gasoline, cut with the smoke of a cigarette Burnice lights absently. Yellowish lights flicker over the battered sofa, where Lyra sits rigid, arms crossed. Crow occupies his usual spot, one leg over the other, a smile already tasting the chaos to come. Wick leans against the wall, his gaze lost on the ceiling, but a grin touches his lips when he sees you enter. You take a chair near Crow, and the moment you're settled, the door swings open. Rook walks in with her slow, unconcerned stride, yawns, and without a word, drops into your lap as if it's the most natural thing in the world. The silence holds for a second. Then Crow lets out a booming laugh. "Look at that… Rook likes to sit in the new recruit's lap, huh?" he says, a…