Out of Town
Written by Hosie.
10 posts.
many years old.
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I am Female.
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Post by Fagan Tate on May 8, 2015 21:33:31 GMT
Eenie meenie miney mo
The art of being normal was something a girl like Fagan had never quite mastered. Since she was little, she'd always been just a hint of different, whether it was because she spent her spare time tinkering with glass bottles and herbs than she did playing tag or because she'd rather learn the alphabet backwards than talk to other people. It was like she'd was born different, awkward, a runt of a kid that never quite understood the social norms of the world, covering her knees in mud and messing with plants instead of 'going and getting a fucking job, Fagan, what the fuck is wrong with you?' ...Her mother always had had a way with words. Then she died. Oopsies.
Catch a wolfy by the throat
Today was no exception. Fagan was knee deep in the dirt of the forest, scavenging for various strange flowers and plants, brittle fingers clawing through piles and piles of dirt as she dug into the ground with a relaxed boredom. Work like this was hard and boring, but necessary when it came down to it. How else was a girl supposed to find wolfsbane around these parts? Of course, she could just import it, but she had a thing about using the internet and people and whether they knew what it was for and oh no, getting any kind of herbs over the internet conducted way too much paranoia. Everything had to be found, or sent by people she could trust, or else it didn't matter.
If it squels, skin its coat
Pulling her hands out of the dirt at the sound of footsteps, Fagan held the fingers out in front of her, shuffling her fingers around in a vein attempt to shake some of the mud off her palms. It didn't work. Instead, she just held them out, away from her chest as she turned to look at who was coming her way, crooked smiled fixed on her face as her head cocked to to side slightly. Behind her gaze, her eyes buzzed with a certain delighted intensity, like the thought of human interaction was something she simply couldn't wait for. Oh boy, she loved meeting new people. This was going to be fun.
Eenie meenie miney mo
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Post by Ryland Fay on May 8, 2015 21:42:28 GMT
Just go out in the forest go find somethings, be useful for once, blah blah blah blah blah blah. Ryland's dad had gotten tired of her interrupting. He sent her off to do some odd job just to get her out of the way. That made Ryland annoyed. She hated when her dad sent her off to do the stupidest shit ever. She was just going through the forest, momcking what her dad said. "Go find something use na na na- asshole." Ryland spat out to no one. Who was he to tell her what to do? Obviously he was just her dad, he totally couldn't tell her what to do.
She was making her way through the forest, 1. hoping to get away 2. to find something useful. It was then that she saw a girl digging in the dirt. Ryland gave her a really odd look and just stared at the girl. She didn't move, she just stared at the girl digging away like a crazy person. Maybe the girl wandered from the mental home....Finally Ryland decided to go figure out who this girl was and why she was crazy.
"Are you okay?" Ryland asked. She was totally trying to mask the fact that she thought she looked crazy. What else was Ryland supposed to think? This girl was digging in the dirt like a crazy person. Then, she just stared at her fingers and that was even weirder.
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Out of Town
22 posts.
21 years old.
I am Female.
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Post by Isaiah Reed on May 8, 2015 22:02:08 GMT
How Isaiah had ended up in the middle of the woods, he had no idea. The last thing he remembered was being in a bar with some brunette beauty, and the next thing he knew he was in the woods and his shirt had been ripped to shreds along with his pants. Luckily there was just enough fabric to keep his crotch somewhat covered, not that there was anyone out here anyways. Isaiah had never been more confused in his life. The boy hadn't lost control on the full moon since he was eleven and he hadn't struggled with the full moon at all since he was around twelve. So what had caused this to happen? And had he hurt anyone? It didn't really matter to him from a moral standpoint, but it couldn't get out that there was a out of control werewolf was running around Beacon Hills. After all, he was trying to keep a low profile. Hopefully he hadn't blown that plan out of the water.
Now he was lost in some random part of the woods, and he had no idea how to get back to his hotel, and more importantly to do so without being noticed. But then he heard noise. People. They weren’t too far off, but he wouldn’t have been able to hear them if he wasn’t a werewolf. Deciding that he didn’t have any better options, he walked towards the noises and eventually came up upon two girls. One seemed to have been playing in the dirt, and the other was obviously somewhat concerned about her. Isaiah figured it was better not to ask.
“Well, well, well, how did I get so lucky as to run into two beautiful girls in the middle of the woods? What are the odds?” he said popping a quirky smirk, completely ignoring the fact that he was half-naked. The dirt girl wasn’t exactly the conventional idea of beauty, but she seemed a lot more interesting that the other girl. Isaiah had always been drawn to mentally unstable girls, and it had gotten him into his fair share of trouble before. But he couldn’t help himself. Other girls were so boring to him.
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Out of Town
Written by Hosie.
10 posts.
many years old.
single.
I am Female.
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Post by Fagan Tate on May 8, 2015 23:01:24 GMT
She was so dirty.
Like.
Really dirty.
Mud covered Fagan's knees and her hands and all she could do was stare up in delight at the stranger, mouth slowly opening into a wide smile as she stood up slowly, finally taking the initiative to wipe the mud down the front of her shirt, not even thinking about the whole 'possible staining' issue that the action carried with it as she took a slow step towards the girl, head still tilted to the right ever so slightly. Bright eyes watched the girl with an excited intensity, one eye even twitching slightly as she opened her mouth to speak, forming an o with her lips before hearing more footsteps, and spinning to face the other stranger.
He was basically naked. Lovely. Suffice to say, the male anatomy had always fascinated Fagan...
Not even thinking about it, she rested her elbow on the girl's shoulder, crossing one leg lazily over the other as she pulled a face, concluding the girl to be a friend, even if she did look very confused as to what the fuck was going on. Almost acting like the boy wasn't there, her brow furrowed and she thought for a minute, eventually letting thoughtless, childlike giggle tumble over her lips anyway, before even bothering to answer.
"Me? I'm fine. I think the real question we should be asking is why someone with junk that small is that confident, huh?"
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Out of Town
22 posts.
21 years old.
I am Female.
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Post by Isaiah Reed on May 8, 2015 23:23:26 GMT
It was safe to say that Isaiah was completely thrown off by her comment, but it didn't damage his confidence in the least. Isaiah knew that she was just trying to make a low blow at him, and there was no secret that he was well endowed. "Well, aren't you sweet," she said, taking a step closer to the pair of them. "Now, I hate to bother you to with whatever kinky lesbian dirt thing you were in the middle of, but as you can probably guess, I was very drunk last night and I have no idea how I got out here. I also have no idea how to get back. Now if one of you could give me some directions that would be simply wonderful."
Wasn't this bizarre? Isaiah couldn't help but be slightly intrigued by the whole thing. It almost felt as if he was in a dream because it was obviously far too unreal to actually be happening. But he knew he was awake, which made it that much weirder. Even if it wasn’t real, he was interested to see how these girls would react. Maybe this would turn into one of the most interesting experiences he would ever have. One never really knew.
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Post by Ryland Fay on May 8, 2015 23:28:25 GMT
Why was this girl touching her? Ryland had a look of disgust on her face. She was clearly not a people person, she was only a people person when she needed to be. She moved away so that Fagan's elbow fell of Ryland's shoulder. She tried to ignore the girl but holy shit this girl was weird and annoying. "Sure, just go left and keep walking straight I can walk you if you want?" Ryland suggested.
She wasn't normally helpful, she was just trying to get away from the crazy girl that clearly thought they've known each other for years. She rolled her eyes at the chick and looked back at the man. She had no lust for him, she just really wanted an excuse to get away from Fagan.
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Out of Town
Written by Hosie.
10 posts.
many years old.
single.
I am Female.
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Post by Fagan Tate on May 9, 2015 7:30:46 GMT
Frowning as the girl took a step away from her, elbow shaken off her shoulder like she was somehow plagued. She didn't mind, really, not when it happened to her a thousand times before by various people that she'd then had to write off from the 'friend' roster, as for some reason, they all ended up writing her off as nut-job. Rude, right? Then again, she never really did have a thing for manners either, so what was to blame them? She took a quick step away from the girl, nearing the scantily clad stranger, head returning to the weird angle it hung at before as her frown turned into a scowl, and the cogs in her brain started turning.
Why on Earth would a drunk man wander into a forest at the dead of night and lose all of his clothes? Unless... 'Don't be ridiculous,' the rational part of her brain whispered, already knowing where her head was spinning to and doing its best to fight it. It was like this sometimes, a constant battle between what she knew and what she imagined, words and thoughts often twisting themselves into messy ideas about what people could be, or what they already were. Her mother called her crazy, her father pretended she didn't exist, and her brother? He was dead. Apparently. Fragments of her brain finally remembering where she actually was in the world, she pulled herself back to consciousness, eyes darkening slightly as she took a glance back at Ryland, whispering the word "bitch," before facing the male again, hands fixed on her hips as she figured out a response.
"How does a drunk person get so obliterated that they lose all but a triangle of fabric?" she pondered, carefully thinking about what she was saying, quickly deciding that she wasn't quite ready for the two new friends to leave yet. "Unless," there was another pause, and she smirked at him, a hint of patronizing sounding in her voice as she added, "did someone have a gay orgy in the middle of the woods?" She was merely spitting back the words he'd said to her, hoping that'd help him see how little of an affect they'd had. After all, Ryland was way too young for her.
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Out of Town
22 posts.
21 years old.
I am Female.
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Post by Isaiah Reed on May 9, 2015 14:52:44 GMT
Lie. Isaiah’s head commanded, as if there was even a question as to whether or not he was going to tell the truth in this situation. Isaiah smiled, looking slightly embarrassed, but more confident. “Something like that,” he said with a chuckle. “But I don’t really play for that team.” Isaiah was a bit of a homophobe, just as his father was. He didn’t buy into the religion thing as much as his father did, but maybe that was because he realize that the religion that his father called Christianity was far from it. The man had created his warped version of Christianity to form his cult-like pack, and it had taken Isaiah until he was fourteen to figure that out. But he didn’t care. He believed in the pack, and that was all that really mattered.
Isaiah had listened to the other girl’s directions, but he wasn’t quite ready to follow them yet. This dirt girl was interesting to him, but it seemed as if she knew something about him that he didn’t want her to. But she wasn’t the only one allowed to ask questions. “So, uh, you play in the dirt often?” he questioned her, wondering what it was she was doing out in the woods, walking distance from where he had woken up. Isaiah’s only explanation as to how he had lost control was that someone had but something in his drink. He wasn’t injured at all, so it wasn’t likely he had lost his cool and gotten in a fight. But what terrified him most was the fact that someone could make him lose it without him even knowing. What else could they do to him? Who were they? So many questions ran through his mind before he finally brought his attention back to the girl, waiting for her answer.
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Out of Town
Written by Hosie.
10 posts.
many years old.
single.
I am Female.
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Post by Fagan Tate on May 9, 2015 20:10:53 GMT
"Something like that," Fagan drawled in reply, gaze flickering up and down him as she assessed just how valid his answer was. Okay, so maybe it was more like she was trying to figure out how someone would pretty much admit to gay sex in the middle of nowhere, only to then insist they weren't gay. Something about it just didn't add up and, try as she might, she couldn't silence the whispering voices in her head, toxic thought patterns insisting that just because something didn't make sense, meant that it didn't have to. It was like, just because he muddled simple questions or, maybe she just interpreted wrong, clearly there was something she didn't know already.
Or, maybe he was just gay. ...There was one to find out.
Gracefully, she took another step towards him, gaze not once moving from him as she scanned his body up and down, slowing slightly in her analyzing as her eyes feel onto the small strip of paper covering his parts. Surely he must be cold, right? How else was he supposed to feel, exposed to the cool air as wind whipped around them, and even Fagan was starting to feel it (but, then again, she had chosen to wear a questionably short skirt to go digging in, but who could blame her?). Besides, she didn't live far from the preserve, and it's not like she was the one lost - she knew exactly how to get back if the cold got too much, not that she ever let it bother her. The two weren't stood too far apart now, and so she extended her hand politely, doing her best to flash an almost flirty smile as she introduced herself, "sorry about the mud, but the name's Fagan - who are you? Or, do I just have to refer to you as 'the weird guy that walks around wearing the same amount of clothes as a Renaissance painting of Adam and Eve'?" Her tongue flickered against her teeth, gaze daring him to shake the hand that had been clasped in mud only minutes before.
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Out of Town
22 posts.
21 years old.
I am Female.
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Post by Isaiah Reed on May 10, 2015 14:54:05 GMT
Isaiah chuckled slightly. He liked this girl. Even if she did insist on trying to make a fool of him, there was a unpredictability about her that Isaiah couldn't help but relate to. "Kyle," he said, that was the name he had been going by in Beacon Hills to avoid anyone finding out who he really was and warning his siblings before he could get to them. Isaiah took her muddy hand without hesitation. The chilly air was starting to get to him, but Isaiah wasn't one to get cold too easily, even in next to no clothing. However, he did know that he was wasting time that he should have been using to find his sister's baby. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I should probably get going. Unless one of you would like to accompany me?" He winked at the two girls, but he wasn't really that confident. He didn't expect either of them to actually have any interest in spending any more time with him, but a guy could hope, right? He definitely hoped he might see Fagan again, if she didn't come with him now. For now, he probably should have been worrying about things other than a girl who was obviously at least slightly out of her mind.
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Post by Ryland Fay on May 10, 2015 15:03:23 GMT
Ryland just stayed and watched the two people interact. She swore something had to be wrong with both of them to interact they way they were. Then again, Ryland tended to be a bitch toward people so maybe they weren't crazy. Ryland just glared at the two. "So does that mean you two are done flirting?" Ryland asked. She smirked at the two people and glanced between them. "I think maybe I should go, you know give you two some privacy. So taht you can flirt in peace," Ryland said.
She then waited to see their reactions. Also the guy totally didn't look like a kyle. Then again some people probably didn't look their name. Still, Ryland was questioning these two people. She was a very judgemental person.
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Out of Town
Written by Hosie.
10 posts.
many years old.
single.
I am Female.
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Post by Fagan Tate on May 11, 2015 22:45:30 GMT
Kyle. It was such a shit name, especially given his profile. Somehow, she'd come to expect more from the stranger, assuming he was the type of have the kind of exotic name you only imagine being characters in a John Green novel. Oh well... Guess it was just time to be disappointed. She forced herself to smile, raising one eyebrow at him as she dropped her arms back down to her sides now they'd shaken hands, not even attempting to pretend she wasn't judging him incredibly heavily, for almost no reason. After all, what's in a name? That which you called a fuckboy, by any other name, would still act like a twat. So 'Kyle' would, even if his name was really something like 'Dante', still be the arrogant, self-knowing stranger that Fagan thought he was. If only he could be called something other that, well, Kyle, because names really didn't mean a lot.
"No it's not," Fagan decided, following her thought process, only to come to terms with the fact that she refused to call him 'Kyle', simply because he didn't look like one. "It's Dante now," she announced, giving him a light, comforting pat on the shoulder (muddy hands an' all), before leaning into him slightly, breathing quiet as her mouth neared his ear and she whispered, "you'll thank me later." Grinning, she pulled away from him again, throwing a vague wink his way before turning back to the other female, lips forming a slight pout as the girl's words registered in her ears and she tried to figure out what to say. Sure, the girl was rude, which was something Fagan couldn't stand, but she also wasn't sure if the girl was worth the argument. Finally, the words slipped out of her mouth, gaze dropping to stare at the woman moodily.
"Depends, are you done being a moody, hormonal little bitch?"
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Out of Town
22 posts.
21 years old.
I am Female.
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Post by Isaiah Reed on May 11, 2015 23:07:28 GMT
Dante? That was an interesting choice. What was more interesting was the fact that this girl just decided that she was going to change his name, but he also found it slightly ironic considering the name he'd told her was already a fake name. "Alright, Dante it is," he said with a chuckle. Isaiah had said he was leaving, but he was still pretty intrigued by this girl. That and if these two girls were going to get in a fight, he wanted to be there to see it. There was something extremely sexy about girls fighting each other, though Isaiah considered the idea that maybe that was just him. "Oh don't worry, I can flirt with you too, if you'd like," he said teasingly, taking a step towards the girl. But unlike the other girl, this one was probably sane enough to run away from the strange almost-naked man in the middle of the forest. Either way, he didn't mind. He was just having a little fun with the two of them.
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Post by Ryland Fay on May 13, 2015 15:54:37 GMT
Ry smiled a little and dusted off her dress. (Egich got dirt on it because they random chick who was crazy). "But then you would go to jail," Ryland said with a fake pout. "We totally wouldn't want that. Who else would take care of this girl? She's obviously wants you," Ryland teased. It wasn't like she was being Mena or at least she didn't think this was being mean. She was just joking around and if they took it to hear, then oh well, their fault.
Ry glanced between the two. "Oh please don't look at me like that we all know it's the truth," She said with a smile forming on her lips. She didn't really know why she was still there. Everything was telling her that she should probably leave. Still, she didn't leave. It was entertaining to watch the interaction going on between these two people.
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