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With the imposed new curfew, Sheldon wasn't sure why Gail was so insistent on keeping the same late hours for the store. Of course, she had given a reason - We are loyal to the customers, Sheldon! Their needs do not have a new quittin' time and so neither will we. But he still wasn't sure why. Not like that changed anything, people were still never out and about. But hey, that meant easy money and no one to have to deal with. Sheldon locked the door, jiggled it once - weakly really, who would want to rob this place? - and turned to head back to his apartment a few blocks over.

Sheldon was in the middle of fishing through his pockets for his PacMan lighter when the senshi's challenge echoed through the crisp air. He stopped for a moment, puzzled over the words he had just heard and shrugged. Didn't seem like something he had to worry about, he figured and made ready to resume his journey home.

Until the creature came barreling out of said alleyway followed, of course, by the short skirted purple-ish girl. The nineteen year old blinked, wondering what had just happened and stared at the street where the two were still engaging in battle. Or more, the girl was pulling something out of her hair after making some sort of declaration and blinded him along with the youma.

"Aa, geez.. that was bright." He stated, trying to blink the spots out of his yellow eyes.

The spots were beginning too fade from his view finally, clearing away for him to witness the short skirted girl being flung to the pile garbage bags of one of the nearby businesses. Sheldon winched slightly, knowing full well that was probably trash from the Indian restaurant... it probably smelled terrible. Poor girl, she'd need to take several showers to get that stench off.

Sheldon shrugged and began to walk away - this wasn't his business, it was between that girl and the monster.. thing, and he had nothing to do with it and just wanted to get home. His fingers finally grasped his lighter and pulled it out to light the cigarette he had also managed to fish out during the chaos that had exploded form the alley. A nice stream of smoke began to dance in the air when some unknown words filed the air and heavy footsteps came closer to his direction.

The green haired youth stopped and turned back to the street as the monster was finally upon him, his eyes grew wide and he pulled the stick from his mouth. It roared between heavy breathes and swung its large clawed hand at him. Sheldon barely managed to dodge, falling back towards the brick wall he had been walking along side. "Dude, what the ********!" He yelled in a hoarse tone, "you were going after her, not me!" He pointed at the trash buried senshi. Why the hell would he switch targets? So lame!

The creature wasn't having it and raised a fist and flung it forward in a solid punch. Only to hit the wall and shatter a few bricks as Sheldon ducked his way past the attack. His body pulled himself around the creature and into the open streets, "do something!" He called to the senshi, the original target. This was all her mess and he really didn't want to have to run; he hated running....

Wouldn't need to tell him twice, nor really inform him at all. With the first thrown bags and the attention of the monster diverted from him, Sheldon scooted away as silently as possible as to not be the human target once again. He didn't exactly run, he hated running and it wasted too much energy... perhaps more of jogged or briskly walked.

But the green haired boy didn't make it far until he had a sudden second thought and stopped for a second. Gah, that girl was only one girl against the big thing. But a second thought crossed his mind, it was her problem and he shouldn't meddle with it even if it was some weird thing going after a girl in a short skirt. Besides, she seemed to have some power, unless that electrical attack was really caused by some sort of car battery on her back.

With her groan, he turned around and called to Saint Elmo - a name he gathered might be hers, judging from the challenge she had given the youma... unless he name was Keel-haul, which he doubted, "You're going to be okay, right? I can really go?" Just to be sure. He asked her, as if asking if they were simply working on some school project and she had proposed she would finish it up all by herself. If she didn't answer, fine ... he figured that he'd get away from this.

Sigh, Sheldon's shoulders slumped as impending doom reared back towards him. He really should have just kept on walking

. Really, really should have, as he ducked another blow to his gut which caught the side of his jacket with it flipped open during his retreat. It was now in pieces and the teen was on the ground, panting and out of breathe but still relatively calm.

God, his body was going to hate him for this. Class was definitely going to be skipped tomorrow, he decided as he scrambled up from the ground as quick as he could muster and ran back to the senshi. The creature grunted, roared as yet missing the boy again and flicked the shredded bits of new cloth it had acquired, discarding it with the blue bow it had already gotten. [really? it only got cloth? Well, he was getting close, had to count for something]

"Saint Elmo, you really seem to suck at this" he told her, running past leaving her between him and the monster who was hulking back towards the pair now - had its claws gotten longer? It wasn't like he was one to talk, but it seemed she was supposed to be prepared for all this, that she did this maybe on a regular basis - she had what looked like a costume and uniform after all, a mark of a super hero? - shouldn't she had gotten this thing down by now?

Urg, his lungs were dying. He stopped, panting with his hands on his knees. He really hated running, and he hadn't gotten that far; just enough to make her the human shield again.



[ insert Peter Griffin laugh for having the title of the roleplay in the roleplay 'aa! aa, there it is! there it is! =D' ]

Having regained some composure, his breathe and really a better opinion of his kind of savior, Sheldon made his way towards the exhausted soldier. He had watched her 'final attack' from a clearer distance and quite this time around as to not be in the way like he had apparently been the whole rest of the time. No apologies were made, however but he decided to make sure she was at least... okay.

"What about you, Saint Elmo?" He questioned upon leaning against the same wall she was currently slumped against. If it was one thing that Argo Navis would nice, Sheldon was utterly too calm about all this. He had nearly been clawed to death and this was all like nothing had happened. Sheldon simply rested against the wall and took out his pack of cigarettes and lighter. And held the pack out to her as well, sometimes people liked to smoke after such ordeals if he remembered.

"That was a nasty hit and all."

"Clearly," Sheldon agreed, putting the pack back in his pocket. With a simple click from his PacMan lighter, his cigarette sparked to life and the sweet taste of cinnamon flavored nicotine filled his lungs. He would have really been agreement that she needed to work on her monster fighting skills, obviously trying to blind the thing wasn't going to be working for her all the time.

The green haired boy flicked a few ashes off his cigarette and looked down at the sailor clad girl and raised an eyebrow himself. He then shrugged it off, "Nah, first time really. I did have to run from a pack of dogs though." He had lit them accidentally on fire ... for science. Though, these two incidents seemed to be a little different; one being a pack of dogs and this one being.. well, a monster thing with claws that apparently disappeared once it was beaten.

"This sort of thing happen often?" He found himself asking, though, after another puff of smoke. He had heard of those terrorist attacks, but she was fitting the descriptions he had heard more than that thing.

"Aa." Sheldon simply gave her a nod in understanding, not divulging further and not wanting to know the full details of the escapades that this girl ventured through nightly. For one thing, he didn't care and in another he didn't want to since it was probably none of his business anywho - even though all this was still shoved down through the news daily anyways.

"It's alright," he shrugged, not making a move as she got up from her seated position aside from twisting his cigarette in between his two fingers. "Half my fault anyways for not getting out of there when I should have." The girl shouldn't be taking all the blame for his stupidity, he had been worried that a small girl was going after a gigantic creature after all... or the other way around, he still wasn't sure about that one. But did he really care? Not really. "We did survive ~" Sheldon added in, offering a smile to Argo Navis.

Sheldon pulled himself away from the wall and flicked his depleting cigarette to the ground, "You're probably right though," he nodded whilst crushing the filtered end with his foot, "and its getting late." Like it mattered.

He turned to go, really this time intent on leaving. "Don't get yourself killed out there Saint Elmo," he offered in farewell along with a short little wave of his hand.