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Pat had gone out for a day of drinking with his buddies and had ended up bouncing to multiple bars around the city. Unlike his friends, Pat was still upright and only slightly buzzed. He decided to walk off the beers and found himself walking down the cracked cement sidewalk. The tall redhead slowly made his way, weaving passed the random people. His worn jeans and faded tshirt blended right into crowd, only his hair stood out like a bright beacon.

He dropped some change into a homeless' begging hat before casually and carefully making his way past a group of young guys who gave off a bad vibe. They were talking amongst themselves and seemed to be glancing a little further down the street. As he passed he heard a few whispered snippets, "she's kinda asking for attention.", "she is looking for some fun dressed like that.", "who's going to talk to her first?" Pat had made his way beyond the group, could no longer hear their whispered conversations, and was rather worried about what he had heard. Glancing up he spotted a younger girl sitting on the bench. Her outfit really did stick out quite a bit. He wondered briefly if maybe she was who the group of boys were talking about, a quick glance revealed that they were eyeing her. Pat wasn't able to just walk past and ignore the potential situation that was brewing.

He strolled over to the bench and said loudly while he was still a good distance away. "Sarah? I told your mother I would come get you not the other way around!" As he stood there with his arms crossed he lowered his voice and said quietly, "play along. There is a group of guys behind us who might not have the best intentions." He hoped the girl understood where he was going with this and hopefully the guys got the idea and backed off. Louder again, "well young lady what do you have to say for yourself?" And if Pat was wrong about the situation or the girl didn't go along with it then he might be in quite a bit of trouble.

Pat smothered the curse he felt raising as he watched the poor girl's eyes tear up and when the waterworks began to fall he shoved his hand through his hair trying to figure out a way of calming the kid down. "God sweetie, it's ok!" He reached out unconsciously to try to comfort her, his bright red locks completely disheveled. Before he was able to do anything he caught her glancing behind him and what ever she saw made her bolt. This time he didn't suppressed his cuss word.

When the boys started to call out Pat understood just what made 'Sarah' run. Snarling in anger he turned around slowly, something about the move made the boys stop their approach. "Leave now before you find out just how pissed I am." At 5'10" Pat loomed over the tallests of the wantabe hood rats. His bright red hair, disheveled and spiked from his earlier move, and his flashing purple eyes added to his menacing appearance. Most of them tried to act like they weren't scared as they shrugged off the tall guy's threat, turned, and left. Only one guy hesitated, like he was contemplating Pat's threat. Pat remained quiet but practically radiated malice. It seemed to work because after another moment of hesitation the kid turned and left.

With the boys far enough away that turning his back on them was acceptable Pat did so. His frame remains rigid and tall but his face relaxed and worry was written on it. He would have to avoid this particular area for the foreseeable future just so he wouldn't push his luck. He also needed to go after 'Sarah' since there was no telling what kind of trouble she would get into looking like that alone. Pay began to jog down the sidewalk, following the path of the young girl, mentally arguing with himself about the merits of trying to find her. The sight of the tears however had him picking up his speed. Ever the sucker for tears Pat couldn't just leave 'Sarah' hanging in the wind without at least trying to help her.

Pat ended up jogging right past 'Sarah' before his mind registered the bright white of her outfit against the dingy, dirty brick of the alleyway. He came to stop and retraced his steps, not even breathing heavily. Since he regularly ran to keep his physique and stamina up, being an EMT could really run you ragged, he wasn't even winded at all. Pat approached her but stopped a respectable distance away and crouched down so he was sitting on his heels.

He didn't want to startle her any further. Obviously she had been pushed to her limit and Pat felt horrible for yelling at her earlier, pushing her that much closer to the edge. A hysterical child was not something he particularly wanted to deal with, especially since he didn't have any of his gear. He began to hum 'Candle on the Water' from the movie Pete’s Dragon softly hoping to pull her from her thoughts gently. He kept his humming soft and slow, like a lullaby even though the song was really much faster paced and louder halfway through.

Pat faded off on his humming as the young girl rose her head. Her tears were done, something Pat was eternally grateful for. "For now." He shrugged and smiled softly when she tried to explain why she ran. Hell if Pat was in her shoes he might have booked it out of there himself.

"Whoa! Whoa! Calm down there." Pat rose his hands in surrender. Trying to show he wasn't going to hurt her when she finally realized that he was a stranger just as much as the boys were. "I'm going to slowly fish out my wallet." He followed his statement by using his right hand, his left still held up, and slowly freed his wallet from his back pocket. He held it out to 'Sarah' and continued. "My name is Patrick O'Ryan. I'm an EMT with station 10." He showed her the tattoo on his left arm and also added, "my state issued id is behind my license. I swear I won't hurt you." He would offer her his phone to call but it was currently pinned against his thigh due to his current position. Even getting his wallet out was surprisingly difficult as his jeans were pretty snug against his butt as he sat there on his heals.

He waited to see what she would do. If she was amicable he would try to move them both to a store or cafe or someplace else populated because Pat didn't trust those boys to potentially follow once they grew a collective spine. He could probably handle two of them without any weapons but if they all decided to gang up on him, or worse pulled some kind of weapons, then he didn't like his odd for the outcome on that type of fight.

Pat smiled crookedly when the girl seemed to realize he wasn't a bad guy after all. He looked up at her when she stood and primly thanked him. He didn't know what was more amusing, just how different she acted now or just how much she really stood out in such a dingy environment. "No thanks is needed. I'm sure anyone would have done the same." He casually dismissed her gratitude and got to his own feet. He practically towered over her, even with her being in heels. He pulled out his phone, unlocked it, and handed it to 'Sarah' before stepping out onto the sidewalk. "Give your folks a call if you want. Let me see if I can spot a place where we can sit down for a little bit." He wasn't sure how to get her home since he had no clue how she got to this part of town.

Lady Luck was still blessing him because he saw a Starbucks down the street. If his luck held there would be at least one hipster nursing a cup some frou frou coffee that would have a charger for 'Sarah's' phone. He shoved his wallet back into his pocket and looked back at the girl. "There is a Starbucks right down the way. Do you think you can walk that far?" He glanced down at her shoes and winced slightly. He had only done heals a few times for cosplay and always when he lost a bet with his cousins. There was a surprising amount of female redheaded cartoon/anime characters and Rose was always finding more to add to the list.

Pat grimaced as he saw how much she was hobbling, slipped his phone back into his pocket, and followed along as she slowly made her way towards the Starbucks. He made a mental note to use the shop's first aide kit. "I'm in no hurry so don't push yourself." He briefly was tempted to just scoop her up and carry her but he knew it would be pushing the bounds of priority and she really didn't know who he was, regardless of him showing his ID. He hoped the shop was pretty well stocked with supplies because he figured that she at least had blisters if no open sores by the time he could get her to sit down. They would have to be cleaned, disinfected, and bandaged before she should walk again. Again he eyed the heals and wondered what possessed her to wear them. As far as he was concerned they were torture devices, right next to underwire bras.

"Sorry, what?" He had spaced out. They weren't far now from the store and the smell of coffee was permeating the area. Mmmmm coffee. He would totally have to get a simple cup of coffee with maybe a roll or something. His stomach growled, reminding him that his last substantial meal was a while ago. "I honestly was just wandering. Spent the day with a few friends celebrating his engagement and while they decided to go to a...." He cut himself off as he remembered he was talking to a young girl. No way was he telling her that his friends had gotten pretty smashed and decided a titty bar was a good place to end the day. "Another location. I opted out." He finished lamely.

Oh goodie they were there and he could completely change the topic. He quickly held the door open for her and pointed to a empty table. "Sit. What kind of charger do you need?" Sadly there was only one other guy in the store who was in his own little world clicking away at his computer while a iced thingy melted by his hand. Pat mentally shuttered, coffee was meant to be hot and primarily black not some cold watered down crap. He shook his head at the disgracing sigh and hoped one of the two baristas had the right kind of charger.

"Not particularly interested in watching a bunch of idiots more than three sheets in the wind acting like nitwits." He shook his head sadly before he hissed in sympathy. "Sadly the best advice I can give for the blisters is to let them run their course. But let's get them cleaned and bandaged, if they burst keeping them clean and bacteria free is best." He quickly headed over to the baristas, requested the first aid kit, and made his way to the bathroom. It didn't take him long to make it back to the table with a dripping stack of paper towels which he passed to 'Sarah'.

"Here give your feet a quick wipe down, let them air dry while I go see about a charger." He dried his hands on his jeans before picking up her phone and examined it. "A smartphone is a smartphone as far as I know it. Hell mine requires a large charging port, then again mine is a year or two old." He wasn't about to tell her that he rather spend his hard earned cash on anime, musicals, or other non-manly things. Although he did spend a decent amount on his camping gear and tools so at least he had a partially good excuse for not having the latest and greatest gadget.

He looked away from the phone and frowned briefly at the card on the table. The offer was understandable, if unnecessary. He shook his head, "don't worry about it. Use the money for something else." He noticed one of the baristas flagging him down. Pat went over to her, collected the kit and with a bright smile passed over the dead phone. The young lady blushed and quickly plugged it in.

He lugged the rather large kit back to the little table and popped it open, whistling in appreciation. "This place is pretty well stocked. I've been at places where their idea of a med kit is a bottle of brandy and a box of bandaids." He gleefully poked through the kit until he had fished out spray antiseptic, bandages, and two ace wraps. He places his selected supplies to the side, repacked the kit, and said "let me know when your feet are good and dried. While we wait do you want something to drink or eat?" Might as well buy something from the overpriced menu to compensate for the space, medical supplies, and general annoyance they weren't really causing. Hell the one guy hadn't even looked up from his computer the whole time they had been in there, although the two girls behind the counter kept looking over at them, giggling, whispering to each other, then going back to giggling.

Pat glanced at them from the corner of his eye. Females, who knew what was running through their minds. He shook his head slightly and focused back on the task at hand... Or foot to be more precise.