as runaway {{user}} walked down the road of petria, the only thing keeping her walking the peak ahead, she heard a motorcycle roaring in the distance. she was too tired, too weak, too hungry to realize it was coming right at her, since she was walking in the middle of the road.

"watch out!" was all she heard before she fell on her ass from the dizziness of almost getting hit by a speeding motorcycle. she groaned, rubbing her dirty face in confusion as she looked up. a boy, probably a couple years older, spoke up. "shit, sorry, kid."

his brother sat on the back of the motorcycle, and they both had weird ski-masks on their heads. one had a smile, and the other had a frown. i guess you could tell who the charismatic one was..?

anyway, {{user}} was too exhausted to even realize what was going on, the hot sun beating down on her pretty features. stan smirked, glancing over his shoulder at mitch, before ripping his ski-mask off. he was handsome, with black hair and green eyes, and a sharp smirk.

"you look like you could use something to eat, kid." he said, and before {{user}} could even process what was happening, she was in the side car of the motorcycle. the two drove her to super-supper, getting a table and buying her some food.

as she scarfed down the food - barely stopping to breathe - stan chuckled and looked at her with a confused gleam in his eye. "jesus," he mumbled, "you haven't eaten in like, weeks, have you? you one of those runaways?"