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[2017-10-28 00:25:40 +0000 UTC]
"Blue skies, sad eyes"
(United States)
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"Gotta go out with a big bang!"Please comment here to keep my page clean.
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[[ 10/10 Waifu here ]]
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IM CRYING??? THANKΒ You
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[[ NP but it's true. ]]
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loyalty. holy shit,, look how beautiful she is,, I adore her-
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IM CRYING BC THANK YOU
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ooc. youβre account reminds me so much of one of my friends goitres
this is gonna be hella awkward if you arenβt them lolol
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Its not that awkward haha. I am not Goitres, but my name is Lyvia haha. I am sure I share a similarity with aesthetic interest with quite a few people.
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i am right that it is you <3<3 itβs amy <3
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Bhsbhsbbs AMY LOVe me
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ooc. hELLO LOVELY ππππ
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I CRY
IS BEEN SO LONG <3
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Happy Birthday.
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Β ;; he runs up to Amelia because he deems it the best course of action !!
;; Running up to someone is probably something you might do if you've known them for a while or maybe if you needed help and your trying to find someone
;; but his reasonings are a lot simpler Β
"Hey there!! You're perfect to help me out! Probably? I'm not really too sure. You seem pretty approachable though? Like the type of person who won't yell at a guy who runs toward someone he doesn't know all to well!"Β
"I guess that really isn't a normal occurrence for people though.. so maybe not the best course? But it'd be kinda funny to tell as a story don't you think?"Β
;; Wait wait, he realizes he's off topic so he clears his throat.Β
"Ok so like recently I got this pet turtle right?Β And the problem isn't that like I cant take care of the little guy it's more like... I don't know what to name the little guy!"
"And maybe it doesn't seem like a dilemma but like.. it'd be sad if all his other little turtle friends had names and he didn't you know!"
"I was thinking about naming him after one of those turtles from that one cartoon with the ninja turtles.. I don't really know much about it, but I thought hey that seems kinda funny because you know they're turtles!"
"But I'm not really sure if he looks like he'd have that sort of name! So I thought I'd ask for your help for suggestions or something!"Β
"Oh! I even have pictures of the little guy if you think that'd help out a bit!"
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"Hellooooooo Nurse!you looking mighty fine there!Anyways how do ya do?...My name is Robbie,Robbie Kaludov,Half Demon,Judge of hell ufufu!!...So m'lady have you been a bad girl?... Cus depending on your answer i might have to punish you,ne?..."Robbie tells the other with a slight pervy and sly smile on his face."Alas though i need to hold myself back,yes?..."Robbie tells the other.
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Amelia raised a brow at the male, honestly he kind of creeped her out just a little bit. Not that she really thought to much about it though, this was quite the interesting interaction. "What do you mean by hold back?" She asked laughing a bit through her words, though it was a bit of a nervous habit the American female had. "I haven't done anything wrong and I am sorry to say but if I have it's not your place to punish me."
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(He was kinda flirting actually plus he's a somewhat perv when he sees pretty girls and once in a while boys.)
"Oh bay girl i do not mean a bad punishment but a good punishment and,i want to hold back cus you are so pretty lil baby cakes cus ya see i can be quite a rough stallion there sometimes."says Robbie to the other."Ah why must you be such a pretty creature."says Robbie."You's got some pretty nice smooth legs there too."says Robbie with a somewhat pervy look on his face.
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Into the Fire| hello hi can I drop Lisa in here
It was finally summer vacation and Lisa was super excited. She'd visited France the year before (and what an event that was) and this year she decided to stay closer to her home. She decided to travel somewhere she'd enjoy and could take lots of photos of. That being said, she picked Miami, Florida. She'd never been that far south but decided that during the summer, she'd take lots of beach pictures!! So on one sunny afternoon, she went out to Miami beach to enjoy the sun and take lots of pictures! She figured that perhaps getting someone to be her model would be great, and thus she walked up to the other, cheerfully as all young adults do. "Excuse me, I was wondering if you could be a model for me?"Β
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Surprised by the females question Amelia laughed and gave her a big smile. "First off, what am I modeling for?" Of coarse, she didn't want to accept and then get herself into something dirty. Amelia, despite the way she dressed was actually quite modest. She didn't like exploiting herself to photos or really- anyone she didn't deem worthy. But if this little human wanted her to do something nice and fun, she would happily oblige.
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"O-oh! I am a photography major at the Maryland Institute College of Art, and Im trying to get some pictures for my portfolio. I will give full credit of course." Lisa was really nervous. This was the first time she went by herself to get photos. Normally it would be with a class or friend, but this time she was alone. She didn't get any pictures of that mysterious man from last year, and she sorta regretted that.Β
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It was late, really late. Street lamps dimly lit the street and house lights were slowly becoming fewer as the late night crowd chose to turn in. Nights like this he would be out with his crew, smoking and causing a racket like teens with no responsibilities do. Not tonight though, he walked along, his group not with him and his clothes already a mess. His normally white hair that was seen slicked back fell over his eyes a little and his face was scratched up and bruised while he used his sleeve to wipe his nose when he felt blood run over his pale lips. If he was with his group they would have either held him back from starting a fight or help him out if it was unavoidable, tonight he chose on taking on 5 other greasers himself. That was probably not the smartest of ideas but he needed to blow off some steam that he had gotten from his family. Walking through the darkened street he chose to not go home or call one of his friendβs to pick him up, he had no school tomorrow, there was no need to call it a night yet. Coming to the park that was close to the abandoned servo he liked to hang out at, Cardel walked over to the fountain and washed away some of the blood from his face by scooping up the water in his hands. The cool breeze made his face freeze but at least it was numbing up, the rush from the fight still running through his veins.
Cardel would have dipped his whole head under the water but at that moment he heard footsteps and that caused him to stop and look around. His red eyes looked out into the dim lit park that didnβt cover much.
βWho is thereβ¦β He asked, knowing another fight would be too soon, if he had to run he wouldnβt get all that far. He waited cautiously, hoping he was just hearing things.
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Amelia was having some issues at home, her folks were always higher than the sky and frankly she was done with their shit. She hated the smell the house gave off, just walking in seemed to plaster the stench of rotting flesh and drugs. That house, more or less to say wasn't save to sleep in. Though, the streets weren't all that safe for a girl either. Not that she cared anyways, she had her trusty knife and that was enough to defend her, right? She thought so.
The park was her go to place when she needed a place to stay. Despite the slides not being good enough for shelter there was a small intersection between a bigger and smaller one on the playground that she'd constantly slept it, pretty much curled into a tight little ball for the sweet warm embrace night couldn't provide her body.
"I ain't here to start to rumble." She grunted out, drawing closer to the albino man. She'd seen him around, hadn't talked to him though. More or less he found him interesting, if anything she thought he really was one of her kind. Someone who just lived in a rough world from the start. More or less to say, Amelia felt lost in life and she had no sense of direction. This scared her very much.Β
"I'm just comin' by to sleep in that there little playground-" She pointed, stopping at least five feet away from the male. Distance was key, she didn't trust any of the men around here. If anything, most of the men pissed her off really. Pushed and poked, making her more than angry.Β
Now what she wasn't aware of was the poking and teasing guys did when they flirted, if anything she took better to the straight up stuff. But making her angry- oh no one wants to do that. The blonde was an atomic time bomb waiting to explode and destroy anything in its path. If anything, she was better described as a napalm bomb. She left wounds that were hard to treat- left scars and unimaginable injuries, take the air right out of your lungs as well. She played pretty dirty in all honesty.
"N' you? Who are you?"
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Cardel wasn't expecting a young woman's voice, and as she stepped into the light he was more shocked to see it was a girl around his age. Out here, wasn't that a bit dangerous for her to be by herself? His chest hurt already from talking, they had gotten a few goof blows as the numbers he went up against finally got the upper hand, so he listened to her after hearing she didn't want a fight.
"Sleep over there..." He looked at the playground before frowning a little, what a very uncomfortable place to sleep, it was open too, anyone could walk past. He couldn't help about feeling concern about this even though it really was none of his business on what this girl did. She looked like she had it not so easy though, he at least had a warm house to sleep at if he wasn't so stubborn and hated the atmosphere there. Looking back at her when she asked for his identity, Cardel stood up, his joints cracking a little as he did.Β
"My name is Cardel... I haven't seen you around before, why ya sleeping outside?" He should had shut up at his name, not have gotten involved. He had already run into the wrong crowed tonight but he felt no real threat from her, though he would keep his distance still. She had no reason to trust him and he had no reason to trust her, not yet anyway.Β
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The blonde nodded upon hearing his name, though she laughed a little. "Aint that a fancy name." She cooed, a small smile residing on her lips as she continued to look the male over. Was he bleeding bad? She knew he was hurt, he looked pretty rough really. She wasn't going to help him though, there as nothing to help with anyways. Though she did feel a shred of pitty for him.Β
"Why out here?" She asked lowly. "No all parents are divorced or fighting." She replied softly, there was a subtle hint but she wasn't going to give it away. "Listen bud, you should probably get inside considering your condition." She talked with a small drawl, some sort of accent to her tone. "I should know, aint no people round here goinna give ya mercy because you got beat to hell n back the same day." Though, talking to the male- she kept glancing over to the playground. She just wanted the soft lull of cars and animals to sing her to sleep. Hell she was tired, she had a long day and now she was caught up talking to some guy that she'd seen around. |
"Mhhh your a pretty boy though, get jumped by some girls and I doubt they're goinna hurt ya." She cooed out, laughing at her own little joke. Honestly, she was quite amused with herself. She did find him alluring, to say the least. Though the moral of her story was, hes a mysterious man who seems low-key edgy and just all around holds this mysterious feeling. If anything, she didn't really identify him with any of her kind. He didn't hold the air they gave, he was something different. Tough, but he seemed to be more of the rebellious type. No, not like those who had to fight to survive and strived to make money for food. Maybe he got caught up with some of the people around and they lured him into their little gang. Though, that was none of her buisness.Β
A big part of her wanted to know though.
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He huffed a little at the complement that was dripping with a snide sarcasm. He knew his name stuck out a bit, it was unique and old so he hated introducing himself with it, most of the time telling people to mind their own business.Β
Hearing that family was probably not the best subject for her he dropped that quickly, though, trouble with family? She wasn't the only one to have that. He was nearly amused if not a little annoyed with her following words, he knew that he was probably best not to stay out here, but where would he go? His banged up body wasn't that bad though bringing discomfort, the bleeding from his nose had seemed to stop and he probably had gashes some other places but his blood clotted pretty quickly so no problem there. The only way you would see the blood was the fact he was wearing a light grey shirt and blue ripped jeans, probably not the best clothes to be fighting in. "For your information little missy, I don't care if people take pity or throw another punch at me. You are not the only one who doesn't want to go home."
He would just get a lecture from his little brother again about recluse behavior, or fromΒ his parents that being seen in rags like these he deserved to be treated like this.Β Β
About to turn around and leave, that comment of being called a 'pretty boy' stopped him, actually caused him to blush a little.Β
"Not many girls bother coming up to me, you are really the first girl to so out blatantly say that to me." Sure, he wasn't too bad looking, his pale features and red eyes made him stand out from the rest and he had a cute young face, but he did his best to hide that behind quick remarks and a little bit of a harsh ego that was all talk and not actually believed as much as he spoke it up to be. Looking back at the girl he spoke too, he chose not to leave yet, she now had his interest.Β
"I have been here talking to you and I don't even know your name. It is only fair right? You know mine after all..."Β
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To say the least he amused Amelia. Not only was he an interesting thing to look at but his tone of being was also something that drew the blonde in. What a mystifying man, what was he capable of? Personally, she wanted to see him fight but will how hellish he was looking she avoided asking him to practice with her.
Carefull blue eyes watched his every movement, it was only natural for the female to be skeptical and scared. "My name?" She asked, giving a pause. Did she really want to twll him her Identity? What was the harm in it? That was unless he was out to get her. Though she wasn't that paranoid as to think everyone wanted to destroy her.
"Amelia." Her voice softened, lowered to one that was almost to calm for her own person. "My name is Amelia." She repeated, her fingers smoothing over the leggings she wore.
Her outfit was rather grunge-esk and.... well itnwas apparent she was dirty. Her hair looked as if it needed washed- even with the hat she had on and a loose flanal. Her pants nothing but the thin black cloth, stretchy and well comphortable. Though, they were also all she had for the next few days she decided to sit outside to avoid her home.
The female glanced around, maybe the park wasnt a good idea.. she had a few other places to sleep and pretty much live but this one was closer to the stores, everything around that she needed. Not that she didn't mind crawling into a long shack. There was a shack near the edge of the town where she personally lived close to. A place she took up in the winter, stashed with pillows and blankets. Things to keep her warm. But also, she refused to take anything out of there either. Once something goes in, unless its food of coarse, it doesn't come out.
Honestly it was a neat little place, and she enjoyed it. But in the summer, it was too hot. At night it was cold but... she had other places to go. Things to do. She could care less unless she was looking for a more.. private place.
"Do ya even live round here?" She asked softly.
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Cardel probably at most times would agree to any challenge, but tonight his challenge was already completed and lost, he felt that loss and would be feeling it for the next few days. Moving is nose around a little to try and break up the blood that had already dried to his skin, he hummed a little.Β
"Amelia?" He repeated, not out of worry of mishearing it, but he wanted to know what it sounded like when he said it, something he did with anyone's name. Even though it hurt a little he smiled towards her. "That is a nice name, it suits ya actually. Not bad..." Getting a quick once over at what she wore he guessed that she hadn't changed in a while, she was a mess though he was no better. If he didn't go home tonight he would be heading in these bloody ripped clothes where ever he went tomorrow. No doubt someone would stop him but he wasn't really all that worried about it, he didn't mind looking like a mess. In his mind it was better than looking the part to fit in with the more uniformed side of his life he did his best to ignore.Β
Amelia interested him as well though, she defiantly wasn't a damsel-in-distress; he was sure if he called her that she would get closer just to slap him. She was wild at first opinion, different from any girls in his area, more closely could he pin her to one of his friends that was in his gang, she took on that sort of need no man to protect me vibe as well.Β
"Oh ah, not really. An hour walk away, other side of town. I have already done that walk today, not really worth doing it again." Buses were not running this late either, he was just planning on walking around the rest of the night, and he had options for sleeping if he really needed the,. Maybe Amelia needed a better place than the park? He thought on that a bit, there was too much of a chill in the air to be sleeping outside tonight.Β
"Um... If you don't want to stay here, there is a cafe that is open 24 hours. It isn't that bad, though the drinks are hardly warm it is better than staying out all night. I can take you there if ya want, I promise I will keep my hands off ya but you could at least do with a drink or something."Β
He didn't care if she took it or not, it was just an option, he wasn't one to help out every homeless person he came across, but it at least gave him someone to talk to talk to.Β
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The female raised a brow at the male, leaning forward. He was being nice, so of corse she was skeptical of the male. Blue eyes carefully examined him once more, pursing her lips a bit. "Mmm where?" She then snixkered a bit. "Mmm you really wanna get caught with a girl dont ya?" She poked fun at him, really this was just her way of trying to get a rise. Or well more so she was interested in his intentions sinxe hed mentioned that he wouldn't touch her.
Funny thing, she knew that she was... alluring. Or well more so that she could be. Of corse, her body was curvy that was something most people knew her for. Often she used it to her advantage, especially when it came to distractions. She was also reputable for her hand at a knife, but a curvy girl with a knack for fighting. Of corse around here, you had to fight. You had to protect yourself and be willing to get your hands dirty.
"What kind of drinks they got?"
"I uh... I stole some alchohal not that long ago."
"I have it stashed away in a little corner if your interested in that."
"I aint really a coffee person n tea is kinda too much for me."
"But im doen for getting plastered and taking a nap." She spoke- her words all so very close together.
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The moment you relise Amelia will take any chance to get drunk even when in aus ππ
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Cardel didn't move as she leaned forward, he was quiet while Amelia thought his offer over. He let that comment go, rolling his eyes, what a typical thing for a female to think. "It is a few blocks from here, I don't care if you chose to come with me or stay here and freeze to death it was just a nice gesture." He hardly ever offered something like this, having bit trust issues himself along with many other things but right now he just wanted to sit down with a drink that would help take the pain away. Sniffing a little he raised a brow at Emilia.Β
"They do drinks there... But you need id and that." He wasn't really up to drinking but if the other was then he couldn't stop her, the last thing he needed was to get drunk and then go get into another fight, he would probably actually die either from it or by the hands of one of his friends later for being such an idiot.Β
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The smaller woman groaned and leaned back, she didn't have an ID. "Well, I'm fucked." She replied lowly before she ran a hand through her hair, noticeably running into a few knots built in here and there. She really didn't know what to do at this point. Honestly, she was ready to just get drunk and knock the fuck out if that was aloud.
Pulling her hat so it stretched down over her eyes the blonde let out a low groan and tipped back, almost into the water, but then she swung forward and let out a huff. "I swear, If my parents didn't fuckin' burn my birth certificate I would have it." Honestly, she didn't know where else to get a form of identification. The poor woman was a little more street wise than anything else. She could just get a fake ID if she tried, but that would cost her a bunch- or more so it would get her into trouble.Β
Standing up, she female pulled her hat from her face and let out a soft huff yet again. "Lets.. go.."
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He rolled his eyes at her reaction, she was more child-like than he was, and that was impressive. "Well yeah, what were ya expecting? Them to just hand over the alcohol to you? And they don't let in outside drinks." He was a few years away from 18, and even then they were in America, so he was even further away from it being legal here. If Cardel wanted to drink he would get his drinks from one of his friends who did have ID even though it being fake but he was one of those people who looked older than he actually was. "Wow, great parents you have there, but not much you can do about that." He did feel a bit sorry for her, but, he knew better than getting too close to people. It always ended badly, if he kept a good distance he would be able to cut it off easily if he needed.Β
As she agreed, Cardel turned his back to her, smiling at her over his shoulder but it was not a genuine one yet. "Follow me then, it isn't far." He looked forward before staring to walk, it was painful to walk to fast, not only his legs but also his side where he was hit with a plank of wood; it was going to have a nice bruise on it in the next few days. Once getting to the little place that he had talked about, the building being an old corner shop that had neon lit signs, he opened the door for Amelia, the warm air from inside already rushing over both of them.Β
[ two kids just walk into your store, one of them is in dirty clothes with greasy hair and the other one is all beaten up. How would that look XD ]Β Β
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IM DYING IT WOULD LOOK SO BAD
Also im so sorry this is short JSDBjibsdiobsd
Once inside Amelia glanced around for a place to sit, deciding to sit in a far corner. Honestly, she was feeling a little wary about this male and everything that was going on. Could she really trust him? Did he want something from her? Was he trying to lure her into a trap or something? It was too late though, the blonde put her trust into him and there was no going back for the time being.Β
Cleaning her throat the American woman let out a small sigh and shifted. "So, uhm... you got into a fight. Do you fare well??? Nothings broke???" She asked, just wanting to know if he was okay after all. She wanted to show some sort of empathy especially since he was being kind to her.
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birdman: IT WOULD
It is fine never feel like you have to make the replies always so long this is perfect <33
The bar was small, and even though they got some looks as they walked in they were left alone. Cardel followed Amelia over to where she decided to sit, taking the seat across from her and sitting down slowly. He would buy her what ever she wanted, with how well off his family was he had some cash on him even though he hated using their money for things. He leaned back in the seat a bit, it was a little booth with those padded backs so it was easier to do so compared to if it was hard backed. Looking over at the other when she asked, he smiled a little bit and rubbed the back of his neck.Β
"Ja, I think I am ok... I thought I was going to be able to take on five guys at once by myself, it was a stupid move especially when one had a plank of wood. That should be against the rules ya know?" He laughed a little. "I am good, other than some bruising and cuts I don't think it is anything serious, thanks for the concern though." Cardel slid the menu closer to her, he knew what was on it from all the times he had ordered from here before. "Pick what ever ya want, they do good food here and all day breakfast."
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Amelia carefully listened to the male and shifted in her seat. Well, it seemed something was sprouting out of this, had she just made a friend? Yes? no? She had no idea. Maybe? Shifting in her spot a little restlessly the blonde glanced up to him and let out a short sigh. "I... can I just get a plain coffee?" That was all she really wanted, despite not having anything to eat, though that was none of the males business, she just wanted to get something to drink. Coffee usually helped subside the hunger that struck her on the days she avoided going home to get something. Usually, she would just steal instant coffee from a store- go get freshwater in a pan and make a little fire to cook it. But today, well today was a different story thankfully. Hopefully this would be better than the coffee that she made, especially since she stole such a cheap version too.Β
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Cardel was a bit surprised that Amelia just wanted coffee, really, just coffee? He would have accepted the free food in a heartbeat but that was just him he guessed. "Ja, sure. No problem but if change your mind..." He waved over one of the waitresses that came over, giving both the kids a sympathetic look.Β
"What can I get you two dears?" Cardel didn't take others sympathies so he grinned at her, gesturing towards Amelia.Β
"She will have some black coffee and I will get one too, no sugar for me. And a plate of those pancakes this place does~" The waitress nodded with a smile, jotting down the order before going off to go get what she was told to get.Β
Cardel knew Amelia didn't want the food but it was going to be there if she wanted it, he didn't have the stomach to eat much right now due to the blows he took earlier so he was going to play safe and not have any. Humming a bit he soon trained his sanguine eyes onto Amelia again, he wanted to know more about her, why was she out on the streets and why did she look so rough. He had his reasons for himself, as stupid as they were.Β
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Amelia tensely watched the waitress, sizing her up as she looked at her really. She did this to everyone and honestly was scared of everyone that she first spotted because she had no idea what they had in store but the female didn't seem to be harmful. Then again she was a waitress and they were usually kind as long as you were kind to them.
As soon as the woman left, Amelia turned her eyes to the male and let out a soft breath. "Thank you." She responded softly. Honestly, Amelia really wanted to bathe, shower, anything. She felt so dirty and it had been so long, the spring water just wasn't doing it. It was too cold for her to bare long enough as well. Though, for a moment she thought about trying to freshen up in one of the sinks here.... Of coarse in a matter of seconds she pushed that very thought away. She didn't want to ruin the bathroom with dirt.Β
Then again, she wanted to go home and snatch more clothes while her parents were sleeping. Maybe that would help? Or maybe they would wake up and she would have her ass handed to her by her father. Honestly, when sober he wasn't a nice man at all.
"I uh.... do you plan on staying the night here?" She asked softly.
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Cardel looked at Amelia when she thanked him and letting his grin slip into a smaller smile he nodded. "No problem there." He sat there quietly as they waited, doing a bit of moving his jaw around to keep it from stiffening up on him. What was he going to do about himself? He had passed the point on doing anything about helping the swelling from where he had been punched and his clothes were covered in blood and dirt. He knew he needed to at least patch up some of the cuts, especially a rather deep one that was on his arm but that was hidden under his jacket. It didn't bother him it just stung mostly and was uncomfortable. He had a few ideas run through his mind, only one he was really ok with but then also knew it would end up in a long lecture on how he should pick his fights more carefully.Β
Looking across at Amelia, he shrugged only very slightly.
"I was thinking about it, but, it really isn't the best thing at the moment, the crowed in here seems uneasy tonight." He looked around at some older men that were making a bit of noise not so far away, he didn't want to stay here for too long, by himself maybe but he had Amelia and he knew how men in this area were. "I was thinking of going to a friends, her parents are out for the week and she is pretty cool." He looked at Amelia, knowing this was a long shot but. "She probably wouldn't mind if you came too, she could lend you some clothes and you could probably fix yourself up a bit. My friend is a really awesome chick and would do anything for a pretty face, you have one so it wouldn't be too hard to convince her." He blushed only faintly when he said that, managing to hide it as the coffee and pancakes were brought to the table.Β
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Amelia couldn't help but blush herself at his words. He's just called her pretty, and honestly it amused her a little bit. Unsteadily she shifted in her seat again, staring at the food for a second before she latched onto the mug that was set down for her. Her stomach, at the smell of food growled, and honestly she mentally screamed at it. Despite the fact that it wanted her to eat, she wasn't going to. She'd drink the coffee and that would be it. He ordered food and well she wasn't going to ask for it. "That would be nice, it's been a while since I've been able to do any of that." She laughed and leaned forward, taking a sip of the coffee and jolting a bit at the scorching warmth.Β
She was a little afraid to actually go through with any of this but he hadn't betrayed her trust so far. Everything was good and to be honest she was willing to push the boundaries a little if it meant shelter and being clean. She hated feeling dirty and looking dirty for that matter.
"Tell me, that fight. You couldn't have gotten away with more than some hits and bruises. People around here don't play, they pull knives whenever they get the chance." She uttered softly. She knew because she pulled her knife as soon as she knew she'd lose a fight. "Are you really okay?" She asked softly.Β
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Cardel took a sip of his coffee, not reacting to the heat even though it really killed due to the cuts on the inside of his mouth. He watched Amelia as she eyed the pancakes, they would do her good bu she seemed reluctant to accept them, maybe she thought they were his? He pushed the plate closer to her with no words before smiling to her. "Well then it is decided, after here we will head to her place, it is not that far really and she is great, you will be treated nicely, I am sure I am in for a bit of hell though." He laughed making the joke, humming as he sipped the coffee again.Β
When Amelia brought the conversation back to his injuries he sighed, this girl just didn't let it go. When she seemed to pry more into it, he sighed and slipped off his jacket off the arm that had the cut on it, he was wearing long sleeves but it was a light enough colour to see that blood had spread around most of the upper sleeve. "It isn't that bad, just deep. The guy gave me a clean cut so it should heal fine on it's own."Β
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Amelia furrowed her brows when he pushed the food to her. Though she only looked at the pancakes then back up to the male before she took another sip of her coffee. "You will be staying the night too yes?" She asked softly. "Where do you live anyways? You really don't look to be homeless." She replied softly. "And you have money-" She uttered softly, though it was quite obvious. She just wondered exactly where he got it- and well not only that but despite looking rough he didn't look like he'd really... fit in with the crowd. He reminded her of a certain blonde she'd seen in school, though she pushed that thought away. She never interacted with him, so its not like she would know. "You get through hell? I'm sure you can give a woman more hell that she can receive. You seem like a bit of trouble to me." She poked at him with a small little smirk plastered on her face, that was until he pulled his sleeve up. The female almost stood to go to his side, but instead she stared, eyes narrowing at the wound as he spoke of it.Β
"We should leave soon so you can patch that up." She glanced down to the coffee and shifted once more feeling the contents awaken her tired state.
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It seemed that if he wanted her to eat he would have to force her, and that was the last thing he wanted to do, the trust between them was fragile and that would be sure to shatter it beyond repair. "Ja, I will be. I wont be able to leave when she sees me, you will see what I mean when we get there." There were only three people that could make Cardel do what they say in this world, and she was one of them. "I live more up east, closer to the beach up that way. I don't really like home though so I only go there when I need to." And to see his little brother, but he wasn't going to admit to having one around this crowed, they were always unpredictable. "As for the money? I do odd jobs here and there and sometime fight for it." That was true, anything to not be using mommy and daddies cash even though what he had at the moment was from them. Taking another drink from his coffee, he knew right now the only person at home who would be missing him was his little brother Ludwig. His parents wouldn't even care that he was gone, if they saw him beaten up they would just tell him that he dirtied good clothes and it was a waste of money. They wouldn't worry about him. He chuckled a bit at what Amelia said, pretending to be hurt for a moment. "Aw, do I really seem that bad? I prefer not to talk back or try and start an argument with any females, no offence but you guys can get scary. My friend Liz, she is not your typical gal though she has pretty much shouted me into place on a number of occasions when doing something stupid, I wouldn't go up against her."
Cardel sighed a little, pulling back on his sleeve to once again hide his arm. "Take your time, no rush. One of us has to eat those pancakes and it isn't going to be me. My blood is pretty thick so it has probably already clotted up and stopped bleeding anyway, chill."Β
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Amelia pouted at the male and let out a long sigh. "I'd have to say guys scare me more though, they are stronger in a lot of physical areas and it can be quite intimidating." She rubbed her hands together and let out a short laugh, as if she was trying to dismiss something. "Especially like, taller men. When a man towers over me it's utterly terrifying, my brain just tells me to run." Her word should of proved to the male that she had some pretty bad experiences out in the open, that or she'd been abused by more than just her father. "Though I admit, men also don't have a sense of mortality, most.... anyways." She took a bit gulp of the coffee and furrowed her brows. "Listen, thank you for ordering them but I'm not hungry." She replied softly, though it was a major lie she didn't want to eat... She felt the need, but she pressed back against it.Β
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Cardel listened to Amelia speak on,finishing his coffee a bit sooner than he was hoping it ti run out before setting the empty mug aside. "Ja, men can be scary too... Really. I prefer to stay away from both if not a friend, you never know what they are like." He spoke as if having some experience of the darker side as well, he wasn't going to go into it though. Looking at he when she refused the pancakes out loud, a sort of annoyed sigh left his mouth as he pulled the plate back to him. "I don't really care but it is rude to just let food go to waste like that." He started eating, more forcing himself too, it wasn't going to sit well with him but he would have at least not left food to be thrown away. After a few minuets he let out a hum before standing. "Come on, lets get out of here." He mentioned, throwing a few dollar notes on the table to cover the food and drinks before heading out, nodding towards the waitress that had served them.Β
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Amelia stood and headed for the door with the male. Honestly, she started to get an odd anxious feeling in the pit of her stomach. It was hard to push aside, but she tried to anyways. Maybe it was the fact that she was meeting another person? Or she felt like she was being led into some sort of trap. What if he wasn't was kind as she thought he was? The possibilities were high, especially in these areas. She wanted to push it aside, trust him, but that was easier said than done.
The blonde was not used to anyone's kindness, would he make her pay him back somehow later? After all she was putting her trust in someone she met maybe an hour or two ago? "So she doesn't live all that far?" She asked softly, pulling gently at her shirt, a nervous habit of hers.
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Cardel made sure they got out of the bar safe, letting Amelia walk out first, he didn't know her well and probably did not trust her all that much, same for her to him, but he would protect her. He didn't want anything from her either, he was just being decent of a person, not all guys were too bad. Looking over his shoulder at her, Cardel smiled. "Not that far, we will be there soon enough." He knew he didn't have to call this girl to have her accept them in, though, he was going to have to take a blow. Walking across the park and through a few back streets, they soon came to a small two story house that looked old but decent. "Here we are." He stated before walking up to the door and knocking on it.Β
"Hey Liz open up!" It wasn't too long until the door swung open, standing there a long haired brunet in shirt sport shirts and a hoodie with her hair all up. She had a moment of quietness before speaking.Β
"You better have a good explanation for this what the fuck did you do this time?" She soon noticed Amelia, her expression softening at her before she sighed. "If you have stolen someones gal then I am going to wash all your wounds with lemon juice, come in."Β
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Being that she put blind trust into thus man. Amellia pretty muxh fallowed aimlessly, keeping very quiet even as they got to thr females house. Upon the other girls remark she laughed a little bit and shook her head. Ti bad she wasn't anyones gal, and frankly she wasn't concerned about what anyone thought of her at thr moment. After all she was dirty and fuck and well, really no man shoyld want to touch her with how dirty she felt.. at leaat ahe thought so. What a low bloe to her self.
"Im not stolen but watching wounds be cleaned with lemon juice seems entertaining." She female responded with a sly little smirk creeping its way up her lips. Oh, it sounded really funny too.
For aome reason, Amelia loved watching people in pain. The dark part of her loved hurting others, since it made her feel powerfull. But that was also something that she was working on... something she hated about herself.
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Hearing the reply, Liz laughed. "Oh Car where did you find her she knows what is good!" Liz ignored Cardels whining and had them both come inside before closing and locking the door.Β
Cardel looked back at Liz. "Can we crash here tonight? Her name is Amelia and she needs a shower and to borrow some clothes and get her to fucking eat something because I give up with that."
Liz put her hands on her hips at Cardel's words, not even a please. "Sure thing sugar puff, she can have all those things, you just go clean yourself up in the upstairs, I think some of your clothes are still here too."Β
"Danke, you are for far the least ladylike man I continue to know."Β
Liz stuck her tongue out at Cardel when he headed up stairs before turning to Amelia with a smile.Β
"Sorry about that hun, he may see,m like a complete and utter idiot and her is but you can always trust that guy. But now you are in the care of me and we girls are far way better." She smiled, letting her long hair out of the hair-tie that held it back. "Lets get you cleaned up, you know I bet under all that there is a super drop dead sexy girl ready to come out."Β
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Amelia stared as they talked with each other quite amused since they well.. it was obvious they knew each other well. And honestly this girl qas so pretty, she had her thoughts about the girl, like if she stood a chance for a moment. But then she let that slip away until the female started to talk to her.
"Im not sure you could call me drop dead sexy but I mean.... I have... the body of a woman." She replied laughing softlt before she tugged ag her clothes. "Also if you thibk your getting me to eat, ypur sorely mistaken hun."
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Liz smirked a bit before giggling, that smirk turning into a smile rather quickly. "Oh sush you I can see that you have the curves of a goddess, lets see if that face is one of a goddess too I have a good feeling it is." She took Amelia's hands in hers and showed her to the bathroom downstairs, inside was a decent sized bath. "Here you go, you have the options of bath bombs too in the cupboard under the sink feel free to pick any and hey, you can even have an option of having company to help wash that hair of yours." She was talking about herself of course, half joking but also half serious.Β
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