Out of Town
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Post by Louly Summers on Dec 22, 2014 17:41:38 GMT
A party. A party. Why had she agreed to this? It wasn't that she was inexperienced at family get-togethers; even extravagant ones from wealthy families. She was just hard from her life as a homeless adolescent. Her life was so cold, and Teddy was a beacon of warmth. They'd known one another for a few weeks, and they only grew closer with time.
She taught him how to use a switchblade. He taught her how to fill out a job application. One always had something to teach another. And even though, at one point, their lives weren't so different, they'd taken opposite sides. Her, homeless. Him, sitting on a fat pile of cash. She never minded, though. She knew she'd repay him someday, somehow.
Cold. It was so goddamn cold outside. It wasn't that much of a bother, considering she'd only been outside for less than three minutes. She rubbed her rough hands together (but they had been looking smoother lately thanks to hotel lotions), the friction barely doing anything to warm the ice in her heart. Anxiety. That was the emotion. She hadn't felt it in so long it almost took her down.
Louly squinted out as a vehicle approached. Her thin, bare legs were full of goosebumps, but at least the material of her (stolen) pin-up red dress was heavy material, and her (stolen, but it didn't count because it was on the sale rack at Forever 21, she would argue) thicky knit, tombstone gray cardigan.
The only thing she liked about her outfit was her shoes. They were plain ballet looking flats, charcoal black and oh-so comfortable. The rest of it was beautiful, but ungodly uncomfortable.
She brushed her hair back from her eyes, the loosened spiral curls tickling the back of her neck. Her lashes felt heavy from several coats of drugstore mascara (not stolen!) A slight, thin wing of dark liner left her eyes bold and tinged reckless smoky, but still mature enough for a dinner with family. The rest of her face was natural, just her complexion was evened out and her cheeks were bronzed so she didn't look so pale.
As the vehicle grew closer, she stuffed her hands into the roomy pockets of her cardigan, lifting her hand in a tiny wave. She wasn't even sure who to expect. All Teddy said was it was a relative of his. Vague. Probably for a reason too, knowing him.
She toed the curb, trying not to strain her eyes too badly. She felt overwhelmed, like this was an awful idea. That's just anxiety, yeah? It'll go right. Things don't go wrong that often 'round here...or at least for me. She cleared her throat, but the sound was hoarse.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2014 7:58:39 GMT
Christmas was a big event in his family. The holidays were spent together and for the most part consisting of drunk adults playing ridiculous redneck games that hunters had invented years before. Boone himself was no exception to the festivities, though he did have a habit of antagonizing rather than actually taking part in the stupidity. Normally it went down with himself and Teddy picking at their cousins who were fresh from Kentucky, claiming they couldn't handle their liquor and fire a bow at the same time. Sam would stay back, shaking his head with disapproval at their shenanigans while May and Noelle would make small talk around the snack table. His aunt and uncle would watch from the porch, eyes keen on all that went down, but never intervening in their families actions.
This year wasn't different from the past ones aside from one thing, there was a new girl hitching along with his cousin. Teddy made in clear that they weren't dating, and that he was just making sure the girl had a place to stay for the holidays and oddly enough Boone believed that. Now his cousin wasn't normally one to take strays in, preferring to just screw them and leave, but call this a Christmas miracle- the guy was finally letting his heart take hold of his mind. They all knew he was a good guy under all that bulk, it was just hard to get that part of him to shine through.
As secretly soft as he may be, Theodore had no aspect of time and at the last minute told Boone he'd be in charge of getting Louly. Not that he minded, or anything, but a little warning would have been nice rather than the night before. Agreeing to the request with a gentle nod and cheeky smile, he took to the task with ease.
Boone was a good guy, generic much in that aspect. He was all for helping women and stood up for their honor. He put his heart on the line constantly, risking himself for the sake of another's happiness. Giving, caring, and gentle, he was a sweetheart, but had a bit of a crust. There was more to the package- a rocky backstory he didn't care to delve into much. So along with his compassionate ways, their was also an expected backhand. The nearly six foot country boy had th fight of a hunter, deadly and ruthless. If it was supernatural, he put it down- aside from his sister, of course, she was harmless and proved helpful. His father was the sheriff, so he had high morals and cunning ways of talking. So all in all, he was the soft side to danger- oh so welcoming.
The time came around for him to pick up the girl, Teddy having urged him out of the house as if there was an ulterior motive. Not questioning it, he hopped into his aged charcoal Chevrolet Silverado clothed in his classic denim, open flannel so his tattooed chest hung out, and tight boots hugging his ankles. An urban hick. His shoulder length chesnut curls hung under a tan cowboy hat, wickedly green eyes burning down the road as he pulled towards the motel.
It took a whole of ten minutes for him to get there, and when he had, it wasn't difficult to find the little miss he was meant to pick up. Parking his truck in the parking spot nearest to where she was standing, he stuck his head out the window, a chesire grin on his lips as he called out, "Lou?" His voice was as sweet as maple syrup, slow and low as he drew out her name. There was a worn rasp to it, a southern twang from his days in Texas.
"Get in before you lose a finger in those clothes."
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Out of Town
Written by Angel.
45 posts.
18 years old.
Single.
I am Female.
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Post by Louly Summers on Dec 24, 2014 15:09:35 GMT
He pulled up. Nice car. Louly furrowed her brows, unsure what to expect. Would he be a bearded hick that smelt like deer urine? Would he be handsome? Then he peered out the window and called out to her. He was attractive, with his wild mane of chestnut curls and his undone shirt. He spoke with a voice like honey, all southern hospitality and charm.
She swallowed hard to force down the anxiety. "You don't have to tell me twice!" She called, voice almost not wobbly as she jogged out toward his vehicle. She was glad she opted for flats at this point. Running in heels would've started a night awful if she'd fallen.
On her way to the car, she smiled shyly, trying not to seem too overbearing and rowdy as she opened the passenger side door and slid in, pulling it safely shut behind her. Licking her lips, she tried to hide her chattering teeth. The heat in the car was sudden. It warmed her from her nose to her toes. Craning her neck, she said with a hint of cheekiness, "Hey. Nice to meet you." Looking serious was impossible for her.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2015 19:20:19 GMT
There wasn't a moment where his shimmering viridescent irises weren't locked on the girl clad in clothing that more likely than not didn't keep her too warm. Head careening as he followed her to the car, he nearly hopped out to open the door like any gentleman would have, but the girl was far too quick for him to do so. Probably eager to bring some warmth back to her exposed flesh. A gentle smirk on his full lips, he listened to her cheer his way and shuffle into the car. Whatever it was about her, Boone couldn't take his eyes off the girl.
As she settled into the seat, the curly haired boy leaned over and cranked up the heat some, easing up the windows with a swipe of his fingers to block out the impending cold. Catching her greeting with a sideways glance and a low chuckle, Boone set the palm of his hand against his stick shift before fully turning her way to talk. Settling into the cushioning of his seat while his lips parted, he took Louly in all at once. He'd heard a great deal about her, and it was nice to finally see the girl all the hype was about. "Hey," his voice was deep, so low nearly every word he spoke was a mumble unintentionally. His tones were captivating, distracting his listeners from their troubles with just the sound, "A pleasure to finally meet you, Louly." He didn't peg her with the nickname Teddy used yet, feeling she wouldn't be comfortable with it yet. Being sure to keep his voice audible, he threw the truck in reverse and spoke again as he began to back out of the motel parking lot, "Boone, if you didn't know, and don't worry about getting my truck dirty. I don't have an issue with a mess like a certain someone."
Teasing, always a decent icebreaker.
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Out of Town
Written by Angel.
45 posts.
18 years old.
Single.
I am Female.
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Post by Louly Summers on Jan 2, 2015 22:36:44 GMT
Louly pulled on the seat belt, winding it across her torso. Once she hit the clasp, though, she fumbled with it for a good moment before it clicked. She looked up with triumph, like she'd just conquered a great feat... but really, she was just always beaming with expression. "So we've got another country boy. Alabama," She greeted. Her name was backwoods enough to peg her as a southern belle; even with the apparent lack of accent. The only words she drawled were "Alaaabam-ah," and, "thank you," and words that she sweetened her voice to say. After all, she was raised in a family of wealth, so she grew up trying to fit their carved image of a southern belle.
She saw mischief stampede his features, and she knew that the next thing he'd say would be teasing. She leaned her head into the back of her seat and rolled her eyes pleasantly toward the ceiling, a ghost of a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. I totally smell like cheap perfume. And I just showered!
"Hey, I'll have you know I just showered not half an hour ago," She wiggled her pointer finger at him. This is nice. She thought.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2015 0:14:15 GMT
"Actually," his gentle voice purred, emerald eyes set on the road sturdily as he jokingly corrected, "It's Kentucky, not Alabama." Boone sent a teasing wink her way, meaning nothing by it. Though, the grin that was plastered against his lips faltered as she spoke again, his face falling some as he realized what he had said was taken wrong. Gulping, he glanced her way sympatheticly and apologized. "I didn't mean it as you were trash," he insisted, knowing that's how he came off, "I just meant that Teddy freaks out if you even leave a fingerprint on hi dash and that it doesn't bother me. So no need to be cautious." He flashed her a cheeky grin, words dipped in his velvet cords and clipped with a thick southern accent.
From then on, they calmed- relaxing around each other with ease. The pair sat in his front seat making little jokes about Theodore and how defensive he was over his 'Baby', and they even sang some to the radio. They didn't talk too much about themselves, though, and they each had reasons why.
At the party, they hung out for a bit, but then Boone became tangled within an in depth conversation with Sam, and Louly stuck mostly to either Teddy's or one of the girl's sides. He kept tabs on her throughout the night, constantly checking in on her like his cousin told him to. It was just a peaceful night and he was glad to have her there- he was proud of that Impala loving idiot for helping the homeless girl.
It wasn't until around eleven at night that the tide shifted. Boone had his hand stuck in his curls, yanking his nimble fingers through the chesnut waves while chatting with his sister when he caught a glimspe of a girl storming off and a male looking rather infuriated. Dismissing himself from the talk, he followed after Louly, making it to the bathroom door just as she slammed it shut. Nibbling on his bottom lip, he lightly racked his fingers against the door, voice soothing as he asked, "Lou, is everything okay?"
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Out of Town
Written by Angel.
45 posts.
18 years old.
Single.
I am Female.
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Post by Louly Summers on Feb 16, 2015 1:25:06 GMT
Everything was beautiful and surreal. It was like being thirteen again, dressed all frilly and conservative at her parent's big-wig parties, greeting everyone with a curtsy and a juvenile grin. But she could finally experience it; experience genuine fun. She wasn't being treated like a child. In fact, she'd been mistaken for 20-something twice that night.
She was floating somewhere pleasant, holding conversations and smiling. She almost fit in. She could feel lingering gazes on her - surely word of her street status had spread. But for a street rat, she knew basic etiquette: how to politely decline a dance, how to signal for another drink, and most importantly, how to keep herself from edging past tipsy and into blackout drunk.
It'd all been merry until a graying man approached her. Offered her a hefty wad of bills to escape into the bathroom, claiming that he "knew she needed it." There was something about the triumphant look in his eyes, the look that made it seem like he knew he could buy her affection that broke her polite exterior. She'd 'dropped' her drink on him, then quickly darted off, apologizing heartily over her shoulder on her way toward the bathroom, her fingers flexing and unflexing.
She leaned into the sink, brushing her fingers through her curly mass of hair, leveling her breathing. She'd sobered up mostly by then, but she needed something to do, something that'd take her mind off of the fear of the man in the other room. It was too familiar - the look in his eyes. The look of greed. She'd seen it in her father's eyes many times. Not sexual, but terrifying all the same. He'd terrified her into never showing her arms.
Cigar burns just never seemed to fade.
She lifted her head, eyeing the door as she separated herself from the counter, where she'd been busy arranging the various soaps and dishes so that they were lined up evenly. She recognized the voice almost instantly, and it soothed her to hear his lazy drawl on the other side. She cracked the door. "Hey, sailor," She joked, poking her head out the door, "I'm gonna catch a cab back to my motel." She didn't offer an explanation, since she figured he'd seen her toss her drink all over the man's front. She grinned toothily.
...Maybe she wasn't as sober as she'd thought.
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