Out of Town
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Post by Louly Summers on Dec 16, 2014 1:25:36 GMT
The nights were getting colder, and every homeless man, woman, and child were sliding into the tightest of spaces for warmth and protection from the elements. Louly was no exception. (The sixties seemed sub-freezing to them.)
"Get the fuck up, Louly," a voice sneered, and then another came with, jeering little snarky comments like "we'll beat your ass" and "I'm not above hitting a girl."
The woman shifted in her sleeping bag, stretched out with a bummed cigarette between her fingertips. She always played the stoic; never let these people get to her. She wouldn't be on her own much longer, anyway. She had a few tricks up her less-than-tattered sleeves. Her thick, well-defined brows neared and the cigarette lifted to her lips. Pausing before she inhaled, she raised her shoulder in a shrug. "Sorry, finders keepers. I claimed this place fair and square. Y'all goofballs wouldn't lay a dirty finger on me anyway."
She blinked her foggy, runny eyes at them and took a strong inhale, blowing smoke in a faux seductive plume toward them.
"You wanna bet, you dumb bitch?" "Hey, Freddy, there's somebody coming. Come on!"
"I'll bet you this spot you won't touch me." Outsmart them. Get them to leave you alone. The two mop-headed boys didn't budge, their overgrown brows lowered at her. If looks could kill, she'd have been flat dead eons ago. They stayed rooted to their spot. Most people that came by would jump to her defense, considering she was both younger than the boys and female.
She sniffed, lifting her arm to block the harsh wind, her arms still chilly underneath a thick (probably stolen) sweater that bagged to her knees. She liked them that low. It kept her warmer. She figured if she stayed a little longer and continued to let them drive her crazy, somebody was sure to step in. Quickly dropping her cigarette to dispose of it, she hurriedly waved her hands to dissipate the smoke.
"Get the fuck up and we'll walk away easy." Freddy, the presumed leader warned with a cautionary, clear threat in his words.
Louly cleared her throat and looked up at the passerby. It was hard to see in the dusky evening light, especially during this time of year. She dug her empty plastic cup from her dirty backpack, a few loose coins jangling in it, and quickly pulled a face at the boys, mouthing "nahnahnahnahnah." She didn't exactly seem homeless, but there she was, seated under a park's pavilion with stolen cigarettes. "Are you done yet?" She hissed at the boys. They can't ruin this for you. This is your chance to live a real life.
But the boys were too busy puffing their chests out like they weren't two scruffy street rats with a history of violence and blackened eyes. They sure gave her type a bad reputation...
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2014 3:10:24 GMT
Although he knew all too well that this was coming, an overwhelming sense of warmth spread throughout his heart at the holiday news. Sammy was back in town for Christmas and New Years, and god was he happy about that. Differences set aside, that kid was more than just a brother to him. They didn't always get along, mainly the fault of their father's doing, but that never stopped him from awaiting the younger's return. Yeah, he'd been more than harsh on him when he'd left the family for college, but there was no doubt that Theodore regretted those words. He just had so much faith in his brother and couldn't bare the thought of having him gone, but also wanted him to make the most of himself. In the meantime, he was either at home watching over his little sister and mother or out hunting some supernatural being with his father. With the recent outburst between the kinds, they had to tiptoe around their actions, making this all harder. Luckily, though, he came from a fairly wealthy family so he didn't have to upkeep a job, merely had to hunt. They had a secluded mansion backing the preserve, giving them training space and prime hunting grounds.
Teddy may not love his life and how he was his father's lap dog, but he'd do anything for approval. He needed those pride sunken words flooding his ears so he knew this was all worth it.
Just getting back from a trip to Washington State, where they had taken out a whole pack of werewolves, Theodore was on his way home. He was more than eager to rush through the doors of his home and find his family cackling by the fire. It was a foolish wish, they'd never be like that, not with the constant bickering. He didn't see why Sam couldn't just take orders and obey. Everything would have been easier that way. The realization hitting him hard, the pep in his step dampening into a slow drag. Even though his beloved little brother was back, the thought of being reunited during the midst of war was not his ideal meeting. So while his father paraded back home in his truck, Teddy lingered around town, gliding down the evening streets in his '67 Chevy Impala. The vehicle was darker than midnight, in mint condition and his baby. Just the purr of it sent his body into a state of mush, overall relaxing.
That was until he went to turn the corner and spotted a few boys hounding a girl. That was something that just wouldn't do. Revving up his engine to gain their attention, he grabbed his keys and stepped out of the car. Shaking his head at them as he halted a few feet before them, he set his arms across his chest, voice gruff as he commanded, "Get out of here and find some bench to sleep on before I dig you a fresh bed in the cemetery, " he was deathly serious, murder not a new thing to him, "I said scram." His voice rised, anger apparent in his tone. Too pitiful to see the extent his wrath, the people took off, leaving him with the girl. Turning up his nose at her, Teddy bent his finger at her, motioning for her to move. "What are you- twelve and living out here? Get up, kid, and get in the car." As shocking as it sounded, that was him being compassionate.
Teddy would go take her to get something to eat and buy her a motel room out of the kindness in his heart- or to just avoid going home to chaos. The reason didn't matter, what did, though, was if this homeless girl would follow him to the car or not as he turned and started to walk away. He wouldn't play around. It was a yes or no thing.
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Out of Town
Written by Angel.
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18 years old.
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I am Female.
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Post by Louly Summers on Dec 17, 2014 3:51:35 GMT
Freddy craned his neck, jerking his chin in a gesture that threw his friend into action. "Fuck this, man.. let her get her ass kidnapped." Louly squinted at their fading figures. Louly was too distracted by the bulk of a man in front of her. She directed her squint toward him. Kid. Hah. "I am seventeen-" She tossed the ball back into his court, allowing him a response, but he was already off toward his posh car. She made a palms up gesture, then snapped her gaze toward the street. Feigning disinterest was one of her more promising traits. The foggy streetlamp showed the two pig-looking boys.
"Why don't you two go suck each other's dicks before I mace you?" She called after them, a chortle in her voice. Getting your kicks on the streets was difficult; insulting people was always a way to pass time.
Why should I get in his car? She gave the man the side eye and jerked the strap of her backpack over her shoulder. The boys didn't move from their position several yards away.
Louly blanked on what to use as a projectile, then knelt and scooped up a rock. She flung the hunk of a stone, and it sailed toward her target. It looked like an impossible shot from that distance, but she watched Freddy's silhouette crumble and then heard the alarmed curse. "Fuck, you crazy ass." Freddy's goon helped lift his comrade (boyfriend?), and Louly's attention was directed back toward Mr.Tall, Light, and Handsome.
You're not crazy. He was beautiful. She was scruffy and dark eyed. Her hair was chopped short and blunt, falling in nautical waves beyond her ears. She stood, gauging his reaction before moving any further. He didn't seem to be willing to turn around. She wasn't even sure he'd seen the display. Maybe it was best he didn't.
She bounced along, bustling toward the car, fingers scrubbing across the paint as she opened the passenger side door, the nostalgic scent of exhaust wafting into her nose. She missed driving. Her gaze was wistful as she settled in on the passenger seat, like the confrontation hadn't just happened. A near-assault would've raised alarm and anxiety with anyone else, but she wasn't anyone else.
She was Louly - thick skinned and hopeful. The girl who was too prideful to live in a shelter, too clean, too scared...
Scared of her future. Her past. She was more scared of that than being in a strange man's car.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2014 22:21:56 GMT
"Like I said," he called over his shoulder, slamming the key gently into he hole and twisting it to unlock the door. Glancing back just in time to catch her chucking a rock at the boys, his voice somewhat mocking, "A kid." She sure acted like it, but he couldn't blame her. In a world where she was forced to grow up and live on the streets- an observation he'd made, which was most likely true considering her current state- it was best to maintain somewhat of a childish state. Slugging into his low-riding seat, he eased his door shut and sighed. Why was he even doing this? He didn't have some pure heart and need to help others, that was more up Sam or Noelle's alley, and he definitely wasn't in this situation to sleep with the girl. As much as sex appealed to him, he wasn't going to jail for doing a homeless minor. Plus the fact that she probably hadn't showered in a while was a major turn off. So why? He wasn't benefiting from this, but still, he had his moments where the his mind won him over and he knew this was the right thing to do. He wasn't a dick as much as he tried to seem it, it was all just some tough guy act. Sighing, his eyes followed her as she rounded the car, squinting with displeasure as she dragged her grubby fingers over his precious paint. As she took a seat and eased the door shut, he gave her a clear warning, and it wasn't anything personal- he said the same thing to his brother whenever he'd hope in his ride. "If you so much as chip my paint, I will not feel a hint of remorse as I push you out of my car," his face gave off a bored expression, but his eyes told a different story. He was deadly serious. This vehicle was his baby, and if anyone dared mess with it, they would more than regret it. As charming as he could be, Teddy was a scary man. Knocking himself out of his attitude, the man sent her a charming grin before revving the engine and pulling out onto the vacant midnight street. Turning the radio down to a minimal hum, he glanced her way and asked in a curious but not concerned tone, "How long have you been out here?" He wasn't worried about her, he could tell a rock from a dandelion- this girl could more than handle herself out in this big bad world. She had a certain attitude about her that he couldn't place. In some way, it reminded him of Noelle, the way his little sister was so set on doing things herself. Help was a thing she didn't often accept, but this girl was different in that sense. She needed all the aid she could receive to not frost over in this pressing winter. Leaning over to his left some, he glanced at his review mirror to watch the two hooligans who'd been messing with her scamper off into the night. His lips in a stout pout, he watched the road, explaining in a smooth, rolling voice that'd swooned so many women before, "I'm Theodore, by the way, and I won't hurt you as long as you don't wreck my car." He didn't want her getting the wrong impression or to think he was dangerous, all Teddy wanted to do was get her somewhere safe for the holidays. Christmas made him weak.
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Out of Town
Written by Angel.
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18 years old.
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I am Female.
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Post by Louly Summers on Dec 19, 2014 1:21:09 GMT
Louly puffed a sigh, echoing his with just as much gusto. Her gaze strayed toward him, and she didn't try too hard to hide the fact she was watching him. She had to squint to see him clearly. She really needed to buy herself a pair of glasses from the drugstore. She put it on her mental 'to do' list, which was undoubtedly a mile long.
A kid. She was just relaying her lost childhood. "Chip your paint with what? My razor sharp claws?" She said lazily, the hum of the radio coming through the speakers sending chills through her. She missed music. She lifted her hand, flexing her fingers. She was oddly clean for a homeless child, her nails bit down to the beds and sanded off evenly.
No. She didn't know how to answer his next question, so she stayed silent and brooded quietly, simmering up an answer as he lowered his voice, introducing himself in a demeanor that didn't make him seem like such a brute. "Two years." At that moment she was glad her sleeves were long. Her arms weren't exactly smooth and unmarked. She lifted her arm to comb through her auburn-tinged hair, trying not to seem too obviously cold and jittery.
She'd left home for a reason. The thought of her time at home almost made the burns itch. She crossed her arms to try and numb the sensation. She tried to take the focus off her answer by introducing herself. "I'm Louly. Don't you even laugh at my name, Teddy-" People didn't take her name seriously. Hell, she didn't even take her name seriously. Quiet laughter rolled off her, like she wasn't so used to laughter. Why bother getting to know him?
She wasn't sure of the answer to that.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2014 4:22:16 GMT
Sarcastic, of course she was. Hey, at least she had life in her, half of the homeless people he came across were just an endless parade of begging and thanking. This girl could hold a conversation and take a joke. Shaking his head as he kept and idle speed down the dark streets of Beacon Hills, he glanced at her wiggling fingertips out of the corner of his eye. No claws, but still- she could do damage. "With anything. You hurt the care, you're getting pushed out. Simple as that," he replied with a hint of a chuckle as if it was a joke. Really, he just didn't want to scare her. Big man picking her up in a black car at the dead of night? Creepy, he wanted to make her feel safe.
Catching her anxious movements and occasional shiver, he leaned over and jacked up the heat, humming to the song as he did so. Sinking back into his seat with a sigh, he noted her words, shaking his head at her answer. That was too long to be alone at here, she deserved better. Or, for all he knew, she didn't. Either she'd had a hard life at home and was forced out here or she was kicked out for stabbing her mother and practicing Satanism. He did know why, and really didn't care to if he was honest. She'd be out of his hair in a few hours, there was no reason for him to have her sob story on the back of his mind for months to draw pity out of him.
Cracking a grin at her name, he held back a laugh, gaze casting over his way with a look of disbelief. Deciding to not comment on the first part, he skipped straight to the point. "Well Lou, don't call me Teddy. It's Mr. Styles for you," he was joking, of course. Just trying to keep things on a light note so this wasn't something he'd dread.
"What's your favorite food?" Theodore asked with a tone filled with sterness, the question clearly meaning something to him.
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Out of Town
Written by Angel.
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18 years old.
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Post by Louly Summers on Dec 20, 2014 15:44:53 GMT
Louly leaned her head back into seat. The heater packed a punch for a car so old. It was only then she'd realized how exhausted she was. She lifted her hands in front of one of the vents. Why is he asking your favorite food? She shrugged, still settling into the conversation. "'Kay, Mr.Styles," She wrinkled her nose in his direction. "Pancakes. And bacon. Literally breakfast, all the time-" She was making a grand joke out of it all, rolling her eyes for effect, but a figure paddled across the road suddenly, nearly slamming into his beautiful, beautiful car.
It almost..looked like a wolf.
She gripped the dashboard, trying to blink the figure out of her mind. She hoped he hadn't seen the wolfiness to it. There were so many secrets she'd been forced to keep.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2014 5:45:42 GMT
"Denny's it is," Theodore purred as he eased down the road, gaze set evenly on the pavement as he laid out the route to the town's local restaurant. Breakfast she wanted, breakfast she would get. Keeping his speed just a few paces higher than the normal thirty miles per hour, he remained steady on the midnight drive. Lips just parting to speak as a creature ventured into the street, his eyes wavered for a moment. There was no way a werewolf would have been out this time of the month, let alone in town. They stuck to the woods for the most part, yet here it was. It didn't take long before instinct kicked in, and he just swerved around it like it was no big deal.
That was weird.
Shaking it off, he sighed, glancing her way and speaking as casually as he could, "Don't be so tense, I'm no going to hit anything." He appeared calm, but god was he flipping out inside. That was wrong, something was up.
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Out of Town
Written by Angel.
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Post by Louly Summers on Dec 21, 2014 5:59:27 GMT
He swerved. It was a longshot, the idea of them crashing, but she had taught herself to always prepare for the worst so nothing would surprise her. Louly nodded and her slippery grip on the dashboard slackened. "I thought I was just-" She thought better of explaining herself and shrugged indifferently, "never mind. It's just lack of sleep. Totally not good for my skin. Dark circles are killer."
She'd inwardly decided he wasn't a threat, so her head slacked against the back of his seat, her eyes fluttering, vision warping and blurring at the edges. Her eyes watched him, aquatic, sandy eyes curious. "I used ta' be rich like you." She said offhandedly; without much thought.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2014 15:46:13 GMT
It was nothing, it had to be. Just a fluke in the system and it would be fixed in a week or so. Of course he'd report to his father about this and they'd go extinguish another pack of night shifting creatures, but for now he was driving and trying to not flip out over the fingerprints she'd left on his dashboard. Little Lou was pushing his buttons when it came to his car.
Not thinking too much on what she'd said, he didn't comment on the wolf, only mumbling, "Yeah, you'll get some sleep tongiht," before she whispered something about being rich and his ears perked up. Glancing her way with an arched brow, he didn't know what to make of her words, so he simply asked, "How so?" before returnin his attention back to the road.
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Out of Town
Written by Angel.
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Post by Louly Summers on Dec 21, 2014 16:34:23 GMT
She rolled her eyes toward the top of the car. "My family was rich. My dad was a manager at a paper mill-" He still is, but don't bring that up. "But not around here. In some shitty ass crater of a town. Anyway, so the point was that I get the whole car thing. Especially with a muscle car." Louly lifted her head and grinned wickedly, watching out the front window.
She wasn't sure how she'd learned the little she knew about cars. She figured she must've picked it up from people on the streets. Louly was trying to get a laugh out of him. "So what's your story, Baby Warbucks?" It was a small jab at his economic status, but it wasn't as hurtful coming from someone who'd been in his place. It wasn't jealous. It was teasing.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2014 5:09:31 GMT
Nodding solemnly as she spoke, Teddy noted her words and took a moment to think over them. Where were her parents then if they were so wealthy? Why was she out here? Also, why did she come to Beacon Hills of all places? He couldn't see why she'd be drawn to this small town when coming from another, but his questions never met his lips. Rather, he turned down anothet street leading them in the direction of Denny's and said, "Yeah, well then you'd know not to hold my dashboard like that again." Sass was one of his many flaws, along with an unsettling bluntness.
Rolling his eyes at her "baby warbucks" comment, he was suprised she even knew what that was. "Well," Teddy chose to keep it vague, mainly for safety purpose. There was no reason he'd tell a homeless girl he'd known for barely ten minutes about hunting supernatural creatures, let alone much about himself, "I'm twenty-two, I've lived here my whole life, and I work with my dad. That's about it." Shrugging, he put up a wall, himself something he didn't care to share.
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Out of Town
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Post by Louly Summers on Dec 22, 2014 14:21:48 GMT
Louly chewed on the side of her mouth quietly, then did a half-turn to give him an icy side eye. "I thought we were gonna crash. Not like the dashboard would've helped me much.." She moved to rub her eye, then remembered she'd put make-up on and never had time to wipe it off.
He looks older than twenty-two. Her mind said quizzically. She opened her mouth to say it too, then shrugged and thought better of it. Her gaze on the road was unwavering and steely. She often glared without meaning. It was a battle tactic.The streets weren't safe, she knew that much for sure.
Especially with the wolves.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2014 15:47:00 GMT
"Twenty-four," he quickly interjected, tone irirritated. He'd forgotten his own age, was he really that anxious about Sam returning? "I'm twenty-four, my brother is twenty-two and he just got back in town." Shaking his head at his mistake, he kind of just wanted ti wither away in his seat. Teddy didn't like being wrong or messing up, it was against everything he went by, which simply that he was just the best.
Glancing over her way after he'd registered what she'd said, Teddy forced out a chuckle and rolled his eyes- more in a playful notion rather than mocking. "If I threatened to push you out of my car because you so much as drool on my seat, do you think I would hit something? Trust me and my driving, Lou, you're safer in here than anywhere else." Nodding as if to confirm his own words, he looked back ahead, taking another turn down the intricate streets.
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Out of Town
Written by Angel.
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18 years old.
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Post by Louly Summers on Dec 22, 2014 17:09:56 GMT
"Okay. So get this - I'm seven-teen. Not seven months. I don't really drool." Louly waved her hand at him like she'd given him a gift. She flicked her brows at him, suddenly conscious of how badly they needed to be plucked. "Way to forget your own age, Warbucks." So he's calling you Lou now. Think he might stick around...why?
She stretched back against the seat as the hazy, dimly let 'Denny's' sign spit into view. She could barely see it with her poor eyesight, but she knew these streets well enough to know what she was looking at.
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