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Post by Everleigh Mason on Nov 4, 2011 20:56:17 GMT -5
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I can feel you, all around me.
That was the last straw. This little girl had had enough! Everleigh wasn't putting up with this crap for one more night! Who did these people think they were anyway? They weren't her parents and they weren't her family. She was nothing more than a boarder in their home and they were doing nothing more than collecting a check from the state for her presence. They had no right to treat her like crap, let alone lay a finger on her.
Everleigh had come through her bedroom window that afternoon and into a storm of b.s. When it was all said and done the child had left the way she had enter with with a black eye and a fat lip for her trouble. That was enough for her! She had waited until everyone in the house was asleep and then stepped back out her bedroom window and out into the woods. All she had with her was her jacket, flask and backpack of some of her personal stuff. That was all she needed.
Everleigh followed the trail in the woods until she saw a break in the trees ahead. Finally she had found a street. Obviously it was too late for anyone else to be out...well, anyone that she could actually trust. She sighed to herself as she wandered. She could feel that her lip was still bleeding so she was holding a balled up t-shirt against her mouth for a while until the bleeding stopped. She stuffed the shirt back in her bag and yanked out her flask. If she ever deserved a drink it was now. She tipped back the flask and let the warm, golden whiskey slip down her throat. The only indication that she gave that she was drinking anything other than water or soda was a wince at the taste. Everleigh was only ten, after all. Whiskey would take some getting used to.
The little girl had been just wandering aimlessly for about an hour now and was rather tipsy at this point. She needed to sit. Ever just plopped herself down on the side of the road for a few moments, looking around. There wasn't really anyone else around this time of night. She just sat there on the side of the road, sipping from her flask and wondering where the hell she would end up now.
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Post by Margo Valentine on Nov 4, 2011 23:18:10 GMT -5
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wish me monsters.
Margo had just arrived back in the states, after her two week family reunion in the UK. It was great to see her older brothers, catch up, and even brush up on a bit of training, when Chloe wasn't glued to her hip. Her mother had insisted she attend a formal dinner whilst she was back in the eye of British society. She obliged, without protest, for once. She'd actually enjoyed herself, not that she'd ever admit it.
All in all it was good trip. Rhys had promised to come visit her in the states on his next leave, so he could see her in action, and meet Henry. Henry, the name brought a smile to her face as she thought of the handsome hunter that was waiting for her on the opposite side of the state. Margo had been a bit... romantically adventurous, before she'd met Henry Koch. The only man who seemed to meet her every need. She reached into her jacket pocket to withdraw her cell, and began dialing his number, when something caught her eye.
A tiny little thing, stumbling along the side of the road. The girl looked about 8, and there was no way Margo was just going to let her wander around in the dark. The girl plopped down on the curb as Margo pulled over. She grabbed her pistol from under the driver's seat, shoving it into the back of her jeans before walking up towards the girl.
She'd parked a little ways up the road, as to not frighten the child. The whole "stranger danger" concept they were teaching in the American schools would surely have her running for the hills, if an unfamiliar face offered her a ride. As she approached her, an overwhelming scent of alcohol filled her nostrils, and she spotted the flask clutched in those tiny fingers.
"What the hell?" She finally drew attention to herself, extending her hand outward towards the child. "What's a cute little thing like you doing out this time of night, on the side of the road, snockered?"
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Post by Everleigh Mason on Nov 5, 2011 6:29:12 GMT -5
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I can feel you, all around me.
It had been such a long time since Everleigh had seen a car pass on the street that the sound startled her at first. It seemed that this car would keep going, however until the child noticed it slow down and pull over on the side of the road. If the kid were in her right mind at that moment she would have stashed her flask but she was already three sheets to the wind and didn't think of it in time. She noted idly that the woman who exited the car stuffed something into the waistband of her jeans but it didn't matter much to the girl. She wasn't feeling anything but numb at the moment which is exactly the way she wanted it.
Her head lolled back to watch the woman approach and even in her inebriated state she saw the woman look down at her flask. At the lady's exclamation Everleigh winced and rolled her head uncomfortably. A hangover was already kicking in, in fact, she was starting to feel rather sick. She just blinked at the woman's question in confusion. What's snockered mean? Everleigh could have figured out what she meant if she wasn't snockered but with how hazy the world around her seemed at the moment she wasn't really understanding much of anything. That was fine with her.
Everleigh was done with reality for a while. She didn't want to feel the pain of the bruises and cuts on her face. She didn't want to think about her foster family or ever seeing that house again. She didn't want to be reminded of her abilities and how much of a freak they made her. She just wanted this numbness, this haze to last as long as possible. But with the headache and nausea setting in already, she was guessing that it wouldn't last much longer.
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Post by Margo Valentine on Nov 5, 2011 9:08:52 GMT -5
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wish me monsters.
Oh, for Christ's sake. Margo thought to herself. The little one was even further gone then she'd thought. "Drunk? Intoxicated? Hammered? Do any of those ring a bell, love?" She didn't wait for a response before she leaned over to pluck the alcohol from the child's hand. As she got closer to the girl's face, she noticed that something was entirely wrong with this picture.
The poor girl looked as though she'd been used as a punching bag, her eye was still swelled into a puffy, black cloud, which meant this had happened in the last 24 hours. Margo felt physically ill, Chloe's face flashed through her mind, and she sat down beside the child. Partly to comfort the girl, and partly to keep from throwing up herself. Bloody hell. Who would do this, to a kid? She wondered silently.
She chucked the flask into the trees, and took a deep breath before turning back to the abused child. Her first instinct was to scoop her up, throw her in the truck, and protect her from whomever it was that had did this to her. But, knowing that may not go over well with an already frightened little girl, she decided it was best to become acquainted before offering her refuge. Taking a deep breath, she placed a gentle hand on the girl's back, "I'm Margo. What should I call you?"
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Post by Everleigh Mason on Nov 5, 2011 16:02:13 GMT -5
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I can feel you, all around me.
Everleigh frowned at the lady's answer. Yeah, yeah...got it. She slurred. It was very out of character for Everleigh to be so grumpy. Between the liquor and the hangover and the injuries on her face she wasn't in the mood to be friendly. She laid back on the ground and barely noticed when the flask was plucked from her hand. She didn't want to hold it anymore anyway.
I'm Everleigh....HEY! She yelled as she watched her flask go sailing. grown ups... She muttered drunkenly. Now she didn't know what she was going to do. The alcohol was at least helping with the pain and she wanted everything to feel all unreal and fuzzy. When the real world came back Everleigh didn't know what to do.
She turned her head back and forth as she laid on the ground, looking up and down the street. It was the first time that she had noticed how barren and wide open the road was. They really were in the middle of nowhere. Where am I? She mumbled almost to herself. She must have walked a long way but she didn't remember it that way. Maybe it was because she was escaping in the night or maybe it was all the whiskey but she didn't think she had gone all that far. Looking around now she knew she really did walk a long way. That would at least explain why she felt so tired. Or it was just another side effect of the whiskey.
Speaking of the alcohol Everleigh was still feeling really really sick. At least she managed to crawl away to the tree line before she got sick. It was so embarrassing in front of the stranger but at least she felt better. The world wasn't rolling to much anymore.
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Post by Margo Valentine on Nov 5, 2011 17:53:46 GMT -5
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wish me monsters.
Following the small girl to the trees, she knelt down beside her. "It's alright Everleigh." The patient hunter soothed, holding back the girl's hair and allowing a bit of her motherly side to peek through her tough exterior. "Better out than in." When the vomiting appeared to have ended, she rolled back the sleeves of her leather jacket before taking a tissue from it's pocket and wiping Everleigh's mouth. "I've got some water in the truck, let's rinse that mouth out, and I'll take you wherever it was you planned on walking to." She hooked an arm under the crook of the girl's elbow and took notice of how thin and frail she felt. Had this girl eaten in the past month? Where were her parents? Would someone be looking for her in the morning? Questions floated beneath espresso tinted hair as they began walking slowly towards where Margo had parked her tan, 66 Chevy. "After you get cleaned up and rest for a while, we can talk about where you got that flask and who did the number on your face." NOTES: Short, but not much to go on yet. mikey<3 |
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Post by Everleigh Mason on Nov 5, 2011 19:45:07 GMT -5
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I can feel you, all around me.
When Everleigh expelled everything in her stomach she smiled back at Margo. She was surprised when the woman held her hair back. No one had done something like that for her since her father died. It warmed her heart a bit. My dad used to say that too. She sighed gently. Everleigh smiled a bit sadly at the memory of her dad. She's tried not think about him much since he died. It was too painful and traumatizing for her to remember. After all, she had almost died the same day.
I wasn't walking anywhere...just away. She was reluctant to admit that but she was sure that it looked bad already, a little girl alone on the side of a barren road, drunk. Yeah, there was something obviously wrong with this picture. Ever smiled and nodded when Margo said she had a bottle of water in her car. Her mouth tasted awful. Thanks. She stood up a bit awkwardly, glad that Margo had a hold on her arm. Her legs were a bit like jello. At least Margo was wearing a long sleeved jacket and the little girl didn't get any psychic flashes when they touched. She didn't need to explain that as well.
When they finally got to the car Everleigh leaned heavily against it and blinked at Margo when she mentioned why the child looked so beat up. It doesn't matter what happened. I'll just... She shrugged, looking down at the ground a bit. I'll just find someplace else to go. She had no idea where she would go but she figured that she was better off being alone than being a punching bag. The flask wasn't mine. It took it from where I just left. She didn't know what else to say about that. It wasn't like she was regularly a drinker. She had just always heard grown ups say that drinking helped with pain so she figured that it was worth a try.
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Post by Margo Valentine on Nov 5, 2011 22:11:30 GMT -5
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wish me monsters.
"It does matter, Everleigh. This is not okay." Margo gestured at the little girl's face, reminding her of the way it looked, though she doubted the child had actually forgotten. "Who did this to you? You're parents? A boy? A monster?" That last option wasn't typically found in questioning from a normal adult, but Margo knew that more often than not, children weren't imagining the things that lurked in the darkness.
Once they'd made it to the truck, she hoisted Everleigh up into the passenger seat with ease and wandered around to slip in on the opposite side. She removed the pistol that had been tucked into her waistband and put it back into it's place beneath the driver's seat before fumbling around in the center console for the water she'd promised the girl seated beside her. "Here, rinse and spit first. Then drink the rest. It'll help the alcohol pass through your system."
She shook her head, still thrown by the fact that she was detoxing a prepubescent child. "I'm headed a few towns over. Is there somewhere you want to go? Is there anyone we can call? Will people be looking for you in the morning?" She felt bad for hitting the inebriated girl with so many questions at once, but she had to be sure the cops weren't going to hunt her down for kidnapping if she took the girl with her to meet up with Henry.
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Post by Everleigh Mason on Nov 5, 2011 22:31:43 GMT -5
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I can feel you, all around me.
Well so much for avoiding that topic. Everleigh sighed, looking down at the ground for a moment. My foster parents. She frowned as she fidgeted drunkenly, leaning against the truck. Only lasted three days at this one. I'm done. The monster comment didn't really phase her since her run in with Zee. Wait, are you a hunter? That question would probably surprise Margo but Everleigh figured she was on the right track there anyway.
Margo hoisted her into the passenger seat and Everleigh watched as she pulled out the gun and stashed it away under the seat. Yeah. Hunter. She thought to herself. No one else would need to carry that kind of firepower. She took the bottle with slightly shaky hands and swished a big gulp in her mouth, spitting it out the open door before shutting the door and laying back agains the seat with a sigh. That felt and tasted better. She smiled a bit at Margo, nodding at her words and sipping the water lightly. She didn't want to upset her stomach again by drinking too fast. No one will be looking for me. My family are all dead and the foster system could care less. I don't trust them anymore anyway. I'm so done. Stupid social workers let crap like this happen to me. Everleigh grumbled, gesturing to her face. She didn't mean to go into that little rant but she's really really over it. There was no way she wanted to go through the system anymore and she was determined to do whatever she had to to make sure they she wasn't found, not that she was worried about anyone looking for her. Kids get lost in the system all the time.
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Post by Margo Valentine on Nov 6, 2011 10:49:46 GMT -5
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wish me monsters.
Margo quirked a brow when Everleigh asked her if she was a hunter. She played it off as if she hadn't the slightest idea that the term hunter meant anything more than crazy men, stuffed into big tree houses, waiting for bambi. "A hunter? No. I say let the poor animals be." She shot the child a sideways glance, weighing her reaction. The more she studied her face, the clearer it was that this little girl knew more about the darkness of the world than any child should.
As Everleigh continued her explanation that she was in the foster system, Margo's heart sunk a little. Poor thing. She internalized, if only it were legal to hunt all the human monsters that plague this world. "Okay, well, I was on my way to see my beau. But I s'pose we better find a place for you first. Just tip your seat back and catch some shut eye, love. We'll figure out what to do with you in the morning."
The girl dozed off within minutes, which wasn't surprising considering the amount of liquor that was circulating her tiny frame. Margo waited until she was sure Everleigh was out cold before she took out her cell.
"It's me..."
"I know, got caught up..."
"No, no. Just a girl."
"Maybe 8? I didn't ask. She's with me now, drunk, beat up. A real mess."
"I wish it were that easy, Henry. I can't just leave her behind."
"I was worried about that as well, but she's foster, we should be fine. No one will be looking for her."
"I'm headed towards Pastor Jim's parish. Call ahead and see if there's a place for her there?"
"Thanks dear..."
"Don't worry, I will be. See you tomorrow."
As she hung up the phone, she glanced back at Everleigh, she hadn't seemed to've stirred during the phone call. Margo turned onto the high way and headed towards Blue Earth, Minnesota. Luckily it was only a few towns over, so they would make it there by morning.
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