Amanda has decided to do something constructive and benifical with her free time...She also might run into old Blue Eyes again. But that was an after thought. The bus dropped her oiff near by and she skated the rest of the way there. She was not dressed like some of the ladies she has seen around twon. Now full black gothic gowns...or vinyl corsets so tight it is hard to breathe. Nope, that kind of stuff isnt for her. She wears stressed and faded flare leg jeans. There is a little embriodery on the top of her left thigh of a white unicorn with a golden mane. Her top is a simple black t-shirt five finger discounted from the juniors section of wal-mart. Old Habits die hard. On her feet, black and blue Vans, looks to be in good condition. Tied around her waist is a flannel shirt she uses in case it'll get chilly later. Her short hair is pulled back into a ponytail...or ponybob as it were. Her visor with their many buttons ever present.
It is early afternoon and the sun is high, so she pushes her aviators back on her nose. She sops, kicking her board to her hand, so looks at the front of the soup kitchen.
She smiles, spinning her visor around so the bill faces backwards. She then pushes her sunglasses up a top her head. She walks inside and looks around for the person who runs this joint.

 An older lady looks her over as she walks in the door and nods.

"Can I help ya there honey? I take it ya need some community service hours?" assuming she would never be here of her own ambitions.

She laughs, actually amused that she would think that.
"No ma'am, actually I felt compelled to do something better the lives of my kind. I'm here of my own free will and valition," she smiles sweetly to the older woman. Shje is cordial, well spoken and polite...just like momma always taught her to be. She steps forward confidently, with a winning smile, and extends her hand to the woman.
"My name is Amanda and I would love to help you out."

 "Well now ain't that a surprise," reaching out to shake her hand. "Names Katherine, but all the folks round here call me Kat. What can ya offer, know much about cooking?" with a well mannered smile.

Everyone hears the loud screech of tires from the back of the building.

"Now what, scuse me a sec dearie," with a worried look she heads for the back door.

"I'm actually a fairly good co..." but she is cut off by the tires screeching. She notes the woman's worried expression. She knew she should have brought more then a switchblade... this ain't a good side of town anyway.

 She is out the door in no time, "Fuck, Juanita are you alright?"

You see her rush over to a battered and bloodied girl about your age that is lying in the parking lot.

"John," Kat yells, "Call an ambulance, it looks like they got her real good."

She rushes to see and her jaw almost hits the floor...at first she is frightened, but the thought someone would hurt a girl like that made her...angry.
"Who!?" she demands. She blinks, catching herself. "I'm sorry...Who would do this?"
Her tone turns from anger to concern quickly. She follows Kat down, kneeling before the girl, a silent offering of help.

 "Its a message to us. Things are a bit different down here Amanda, not nice neither. I know who it was or better said who sent it. Hold on hon, help is on the way. It's that damn church, that fucking cult thats like a cancer. I can't keep getting my people hurt like this, I either give up or join thats my options." Softly consoling the beaten girl as she wipes the blood from her face.

She narrows her eyes...what is this cult...she had not heard anything about a cult...they seem to use violence to force member to join.
"Why do they want you to quit or join?" She asks, looking over the girl.

 "I don't know, but I know they ain't nothin like a church I want to deal with. They are a few blocks over, sure they'll deny doin' this and say she'll agree. Too scared that it'd happen again. Whatever that lives in there is dark and evil, you better just get I don't wanna be findin you this way. Bad enough an old woman can't learn her lesson the first few times. Not much that'd scare me missy, but they do. Now mind yer head and don't go gettin involved, theys real mean and chew ya up sooner den look at ya."

"I wish there was something I could do to help you out. I have a radio show, I can plug your plight here so to speak," she says, looking up toward the sounds of sirens.

 "Well, I am out. I ain't gonna be hurtin no more folks cuz I am a hardhead. If you wanna bring them beasts on you, well thats all on you. Seems we's invincible when were your age. Now go on and get outta here before they spot ya talkin to me and if yer still foolhardy nuff to stand up against em they's the new church of paradise," says the older lady with a wry smile and a wink.

"and thanks fer the offer, I'll call that kooky show ya run when things get better."

The ambulance pulls up and paramedics rush over and start trying to assess the girls vitals.

You can't shake the feeling that you are being watched...

She sighs, stepping back from the scene. She shakes her head, walking back inside to get her board. She peers around the soup kitchen. A church that uses violence to control and manipulate people. She xits in the way she came, dropping her board and she pushes off.