tampered | Log: Ongoing

When; Jan 16th, Midnight
Rating; Uhh, PG for now, I guess.
Characters; Rocky Horror and whomever feels like meeting him.
Summary; The poor boy just arrived in the city.. and seeing he isn't the smartest crayon in the box, he wanders the cold streets. ;.; IN NEED OF A HOME.
Log;

My high is low, I'm dressed up with no place to go.
And all I know, is I'm at the start of a pretty big downer...

Well, he was somewhere that wasn't the mansion. That was for sure. It was very cold out though. Yes. Rocky didn't like that. The cold reminded him when those dogs were chasing after him through the rain. He didn't like dogs. Or atleast he didn't after that turn of events.

Without Frank or Janet around, he was like a lost child. No idea of what to do or where to go.

It's all Janet's fault you're alone, a Frank-ish voice hissed in the back of his head.

The blonde sighed and leaned against a random building wall for a moment. This was all very shocking and frustrating, especially with half a brain. He whimpered softly and rubbed his arms, looking around the abandoned streets for anyone, so that they could help him. Even if he didn't know them.. right now he didn't care.

So cold..

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Sarah had been in the City for a midnight stroll; the ticking had grown a bit old, to be honest, and a bit of nightlife never hurt anyone. It was enough just to watch the people, but everyone was sleeping now...the nightlife was over in this section of the City, anyway. No one wanted to be out in the snow and bitter cold at this hour.

A quiet whimper drifted to Sarah's ears, and she stopped in her tracks. What's that? she wondered, heading towards the sound. It sounded like a puppy, but as she entered the alleyway....

It was definitely not a puppy. Far from it.

A peculiar gleam entered Sarah's eyes as she saw the lost man, and she grinned. Thank you Master, she quickly prayed, and approached him slowly. "Are you lost...?"

"Mmph?" Rocky looked up, his expression quickly changing. He looked hopeful now. It was a pity he couldn't speak though. And this woman looked like Janet! But she had the same vibe as Frank. That was comforting.

He turned towards Sarah and smiled awkwardly, tilting his head to the side slightly. "Nn.." The man rubbed his arms again, trying to keep warm. Golden-plated trunks and gold boots weren't exactly winter wear.

Sarah's eyes scaled him up and down, and she scratched her head. What on earth was this poor man doing, wearing such revealing clothing in the middle of winter? That wasn't the smartest of ideas. She could admire his physique once she had gotten him out of the snow, given him some food, and warmed him up properly.

"You poor thing," she said, removing her cloak and wrapping it around his shoulders. "My name is Sarah. Can you talk?" She asked him. His speech was limited but that could have been because the cold was too much.

She pressed her hand on the small of his back, urging him to start walking with her.

The blonde slowly shook his head, wrapping the cloak around himself. He was better at thinking than talking. But he tottered along next to Sarah, having gotten the basics of walking finally.

This reminded him of when Janet found him and comforted him.

She may be like her. Don't let another woman taint you!

Rocky shook his head again and whimpered. It wasn't his fault.. besides, Frank hadn't been exactly faithful either. And he was gone now. Something told him that he was going to have to fend for himself now. He moved a little closer to Sarah, finding comfort in her.

He's mute, it seems, she thought.

She paused suddenly, an epiphany coming to her. Why should they trudge in the snow when they could fly? It would make more sense to fly than waste time in the cold. And, judging by this man's clothing, he could get sick if they remained out for too long.

"Wait just a moment," she told Rocky, singing a quick little melody under her breath. She waited a few beats, and then, coming down the street towards them, was her broom. "Ah, here we are! This will take you to my cottage far faster than walking will."

Sarah mounted the broom, her grip on its handle sure and tight. "Come along now...you sit on it like this, see? And just wrap your arms around me - like if you were to give me a hug, and you'll be fine." She smiled and gestured at him to follow suit.

The poor boy was confused by the flying broomstick. He thought it was going to hit him for a moment, but calmed down after Sarah spoke.

It looked uncomfortable to sit on. Rocky made an awkward expression, then mocked Sarah's actions and sat down behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and snuggled up against her.

"There we go! Now hold on tight...and don't look down!" She warned. She willed her magic to lift them in the air slowly, so as not to alarm the mute newcomer. Sarah didn't want to admit that it felt nice to have a man holding her again - for once her libido wasn't kicking in and she just wanted to help this poor lost man.

"Are you okay?" she asked, looking over her shoulder as they moved slowly through the air towards the clearing where her cottage was located. "Just shake your head or nod."

Rocky was quite calm, actually. He did as he was told and didn't look down, just rested his head against Sarah's shoulder, as he was feeling a bit tired. He was still weak from his death but he knew he'd be able to rest soon.

The man nodded his head slowly and smiled, happily snuggling against Sarah. She felt nice and warm. ♥

Sarah smiled - he was like a little kid, almost, and she giggled. She seemed to have the greatest source of luck. It was nice not having her sisters around; they would have either wanted her to leave her houseguest out in the cold, or they would hog him all to themselves and use him in some vile plot which, really, was unnecessary.

With a slight tilt of the broom, they began to descend, and landed in front of Sarah's cottage. The light from the fireplace glowed from the windows, and smoke rose from the chimney. The various scurryings of the nocturnal creatures of the forest would have been threatening, but they were far more welcome than dead silence. When the animals weren't present, that meant something was very, very wrong.

"You can get off now," she told the other blonde, disentangling herself from his arms and dismounting the broom herself. "This is my home. You're more than welcome to stay here for as long as you need. Now let's go and warm you up and get you some food and proper clothes."

Rocky got off the broom and looked around. It was a very nice cottage and away from the city. He'd never seen one before though, but it felt much more home-ish than the castle. He smiled at Sarah and chuckled, grateful for what she was doing for him.

Sarah smiled back. "I think I'm going to teach you how to talk, write, and read. You'll be less defenseless that way," she pointed out, leading him to the front door. She placed her broom near one of the windows and opened the door, gesturing for him to enter the warm sanctuary.

The blonde puttered inside and beamed happily. It was so cozy! Yes, Rocky had a feeling he was going to like it here. He was already very fond of Sarah as well.

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