Wil Croft
Shtriga
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Post by Wil Croft on Nov 14, 2011 3:06:16 GMT -5
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Post by Everleigh Mason on Nov 14, 2011 8:40:30 GMT -5
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I can feel you, all around me.
Not getting an immediate reaction to her little episode was strange, it was obvious that something happened when Wil had touched her, but she was grateful. She was rather exhausted at this point and didn't think she could take much more drama. Everleigh followed where Wil was leading, trying to calm herself and get herself together as she walked. Taking in deep breaths of the night air helped. She had almost stopped shaking and was a bit less pale when she was led up the steps and onto the porch. It was stupid of her to not have noticed the house when she was wandering before but then she had been distracted by the piles of discarded junk around her.
Everleigh sat in one of the sturdy whicker chairs, nodding at Wil before he disappeared. She had no intention of going anywhere at the moment so he needn't worry about that. Still, she could understand why someone would consider her a flight risk. That's all she has ever been. She's never stayed more than a couple of weeks anywhere in almost six years. As much as she wished for all the roaming to end there was an air of excitement to traveling alone at such a young age. Still, she was lucky to have made it this long without being seriously hurt. She was well aware that not everyone was so nice to little girls.
She smiled lightly as the lights on the porch flickered on and she got a better look at the porch. It seemed to be scattered with different chairs and stacked with different odds and ends like the salvage yard spilled over onto the porch itself. Hub caps hung beside the door leading into the house. She could tell from just what she could see of the place that this Bobby person might be a tad bit eccentric. The idea had her smiling again a bit. Her thoughts were interrupted when Wil appeared with the first aid supplies but her eyes went immediately to the cold soda that he held. She hadn't realized it until now that she was extremely thirsty. She held as still as she could as he applied to palm to her lip, flinching only slightly at the sting but grateful that the layer of palm was enough of a barrier to block any more visions from coming into her head. She didn't want to get into that mess again.
Thanks. She briefly held the cold can against her skin, hoping the shock of the cold would alleviate some of the weariness that was settling over her, then downed half the soda in one gulp. The little girl gave a big sigh as the thirst left her and she finally had something in her stomach but frowned lightly at the question. They were just some stupid foster parents back in Minnesota. I don't plan on ever seeing them again anyway. Her answer was vague but true. If she could help it, she hoped that she would never have to go back to them or any foster home again. She was a runner anyway. It wouldn't be likely that she would settle much of anywhere anytime soon, at least not at this rate. She could almost feel something pushing her along a path to something but what it was she wasn't sure. It was all too strange to be a coincidence though. Her being in that store that day that Zee killed the stock boy demon thing, being picked up on the side of some road in the middle of nowhere by Margo and now ending up in the backyard of yet another hunter. It was all just too much to be random chance but still the child couldn't figure out why she would be pushed to meet any of these people. Why hunters?
She shook her head to clear it as she sat with Wil on the porch. She didn't want to hash this out at the moment so she just finished off her soda and rolled the can between her fingers. She was grateful for the rest and leaned back in the chair, not knowing what to say.
NOTES: feeling a bit more comfortable now.
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Wil Croft
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Post by Wil Croft on Nov 14, 2011 19:13:40 GMT -5
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Post by Everleigh Mason on Nov 14, 2011 20:33:38 GMT -5
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I can feel you, all around me.
Wil had barely replied to her admission but there was something in his mumbled response that made Everleigh think that he didn't like what she had said. Everleigh fidgeted a bit and was just about to speak again when the sound of a beat up old car started rumbling closer to the house. She frowned questioningly up at Wil before said car came into view. When it stopped a bearded man and a child about Ever's age emerged. The man was rather rough looking around the edges and wearing a blue flannel shirt with a green shirt underneath and a white and blue baseball hat. The girl was the girl from her vision. She had the same long dark hair and same freckled face. Everleigh smiled to herself as the girl rambled on about making pie but when the girl caught sight of her and stopped talking Everleigh was uncomfortable all over again. She watched as the man in the baseball hat came around to stand in front of the girl, staring at Everleigh calmly but she could tell he was a bit tense and uncomfortable with Ever's presence. She gripped the can that she was still holding between her fingers so tightly that the can crunched loudly in the relative quiet of the night. She bit her lip and looked up at Wil at Bobby's question, a bit more relaxed after Wil nodded in reply. Everleigh looked back at Bobby when she was introduced to him and smiled lightly to be friendly. Hi Bobby. Her smiled slipped when Wil explained how he had found her and she had come to be on Bobby's property. It was a bit blunt but it was better than having to go through that whole big explanation again. She somehow got the impression that Wil's words told Bobby more than Wil had actually revealed but she didn't question it. She just watched helplessly as Wil took the groceries, kissed his daughter hello and followed Bobby inside. Everleigh was distinctly uncomfortable all over again as she was left outside with the other child looking her up and down in silent judgement. She let the other girl assess her silently and finally the girl introduced herself as Tish though there was a distinct unfriendliness to the introduction. Still, Ever gave the girl a smile. Well, nice to meet you. She fidgeted again, still in the same seat that Wil had put her in earlier. I was just looking around when Wil found me. We've just been talking until you and Bobby came back. That was the extremely short version but she didn't know what else to say to Tish or what she was expecting her to say. NOTES: very uncomfortable and unsure of herself again
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Post by Wil Croft on Nov 14, 2011 21:57:43 GMT -5
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Post by Everleigh Mason on Nov 14, 2011 22:25:35 GMT -5
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I can feel you, all around me.
It wasn't just her words but her stance that told Everleigh that she was being tested. She could understand that. It had to be weird for this kid to see some other child hanging out with her father. Everleigh smiled lightly at the other girl's comment and lightly placed the crushed tin can on the chair next to her. Her eyes went back to the other child as the interrogation began...well the second interrogation of the night. Well, i've only been in this town....actually this state, for like a day and when I was being driven by this place today it just looked interesting. I've never been in a salvage yard before. Her eyes roamed over the yard as she spoke, taking in the piles around her. She was gazing around like Bobby's place was one of the best places she's ever seen. It was, in a way. The little girl saw roaming through the salvage yard as kind of a treasure hunt. She could only imagine what she would find if she had the time. She didn't feel comfortable admitting this to Tish, though. She didn't want the other girl to think she was a baby.
I wasn't looking for anything special. I was just looking around. She shrugged this off and watched the other girl. Everleigh hoped that she was answering Tish's questions correctly, the way that she expected her to. She had never had the chance to make any real friends before, having never stayed in one place for too long and it would be nice to at least get along with this child. Ever could tell that meeting this girl's approval would really mean something. It already meant a great deal to Everleigh that they get along.
NOTES: so determined to make friends
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Wil Croft
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Post by Wil Croft on Nov 15, 2011 11:20:24 GMT -5
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Post by Everleigh Mason on Nov 15, 2011 16:17:25 GMT -5
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I can feel you, all around me.
It might have been the stress of the day or just nerves but Everleigh couldn't help but laugh at Tish's summation. Yeah, I guess I did do that. When you put it that way it just sounds silly and weird. She chuckled then wrinkled her nose slightly in thought. I didn't have anywhere else to go when I finally stopping running. I don't even know why I stopped in this town. She said the last bit almost to herself. Anyway, I probably won't be here long. I never am. Everleigh tried to smile but there was pain in her eyes. She tried to hide it by looking off into the distance of the salvage yard for a moment.
Her attention came back to Tish when she mentioned cooking. It brought back Everleigh's smile. Yeah, I've cooked before. Her next words came a bit hesitantly. She wasn't sure if the idea would be rejected. I could help if you want. Do you have directions or a recipe or something to follow? Now Ever was excited by the idea of helping the girl, interacting with someone and maybe having a bit of fun in the process. She stood from her chair awkwardly and picked up the tin can she had placed on the porch previously. Playing with it lightly in one hand she shoved the other hand into her pocket and waited for Tish to make the next move.
NOTES: cautiously optimistic
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Post by Wil Croft on Nov 15, 2011 22:35:50 GMT -5
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Post by Everleigh Mason on Nov 16, 2011 8:28:16 GMT -5
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I can feel you, all around me.
Everleigh felt kind of a kinship with Tish as the girl revealed a bit about her traveling. Though it wasn't really the same thing since she had Wil to travel with and to take care of her, Ever was certain that at least some of the feelings this slightly older girl had were the same; the longing to have an actual home and stay in one spot for more than a few weeks, to stay in one school for more than one semester, to have attachments and friends that you could grow up with. Even if she didn't say it out loud she could tell that the other child might just understand. That had Everleigh smiling at her again.
She followed Tish into Bobby's kitchen, dimly aware that the inside of the house matched the outside in that it definitely needed a woman's touch but Everleigh didn't care about things like that. To her it was just a kitchen in a house. It didn't mean much more than that. Helping Tish with dinner was actually fun and the first real interaction she's had with someone her own age in almost a year. She let Tish do most of the talking but was enjoying the conversation as well, though it was strange to talk about gun, monsters and hunting with a child her age. Actually, it was weird for Ever to talk about these things at all but she found she could at least interject her experience with Zee in the corner store a week before. It at least felt good to share with someone who understood the experience.
Pretty soon the smell of casserole and pie filled the house and Everleigh sighed contently as her stomach growled a bit. She hasn't eaten since the morning before and the smell of the food was killing her. She was relieved when it was finally finished and they took it out of the oven and set it aside to cool. Vaguely she started to wonder what Bobby and Wil had been talking about all this time. The two girls hadn't given the guys any real attention since coming inside.
NOTES: enjoying herself a bit
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Post by Wil Croft on Nov 16, 2011 21:17:22 GMT -5
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Post by Everleigh Mason on Nov 22, 2011 6:10:26 GMT -5
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I can feel you, all around me.
Everleigh helped set the table then sat herself down next to Tish across from Wil and Bobby. It was a rather quiet meal for the most part until Wil made his announcement about taking Everleigh back to Pastor Jim's. The child just nodded at this. It was what she was expecting to have happen anyway, especially after talking with Tish while they prepared dinner. Ever didn't know Bobby at all but he didn't seem like the kind of guy that had been around kids much and Wil already had Tish and they didn't have a permanent home anyway. Besides, Everleigh had never intended to meet anyone when she came into the salvage yard tonight anyway. At least this way she had a ride back to more familiar surroundings. The little girl had loved it at Pastor Jim's. That wasn't why she had left. Everleigh just didn't know anything else anymore. Stay in one spot wasn't normal for her, not anymore. Still, it would be good to get back and see some familiar faces.
She helped clean up after everyone was done eating and assisted Tish with the dishes but didn't know what to do with herself after that. She just busied herself with making sure she had all of her stuff with her, which wasn't hard since it all fit in her pockets and the satchel and wore across her chest. After making sure that she was all squared away she just sat at the dining room table and waited for Wil, looking around Bobby's cluttered house from her seat at the table.
NOTES: road trip! LOL
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Post by Wil Croft on Nov 22, 2011 12:11:13 GMT -5
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Post by Everleigh Mason on Nov 24, 2011 9:08:17 GMT -5
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I can feel you, all around me.
She said her good-byes to Bobby and Tish, thanking them for dinner before heading out to Wil's SUV. The child was so small that she literally had to climb inside and use both hands to yank the door closed. After settling in and clipping on her seatbelt she spent much of the ride just looking out the window. Everleigh was a scenery person and always had been. Any amount of time spent in a vehicle was spent just watching the miles roll by, the landscape changing from suburban neighborhoods to city streets to open highway. It gave her time to think, especially on a night like this when so much had happened. She never would have thought when hitching rides all the way out here that it would have ended like this.
The atmosphere in the car was calm which was in such stark contrast to how things had been when she first met Wil that she smiled to herself in the dark interior of the car. To go from having someone pull a gun on you to having dinner with said person and their family was quite a switch. It was almost comical. Now things just felt peaceful, just the two of them enjoying an amicable silence as the night flew by.
That feeling was the reason why the question had caught her so off guard. Well, honestly, that question would have caught her off guard anyway since she's never been asked anything like it before. Her first reaction was pretty automatic. She faced Wil suddenly and blurted. How did you find out about that? Well, not room for denial now, not that she wanted to lie to him anyway. It was just that she had never told anyone about her ability. Everleigh had always thought that she couldn't tell anyone. Having Wil just ask the question set her heart beating out of her chest. Her attention returned to the trees outside as her little hands started to shake and sweat in her lap. Her eyes filled with tears at the idea of even having this conversation. If she was being rational, Everleigh would realize that it didn't matter. She would probably never see Wil again after tonight but that didn't occur to her. All she could worry about was what he was going to think after this conversation. I could do this since I was four. That was all she said as she settled back in her seat a bit defeated. She never took her eyes off the window beside her.
NOTES: Freaking out again. LOL
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Post by Wil Croft on Nov 24, 2011 15:50:40 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i41.tinypic.com/1037d53.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #ccc; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable]Wil reached over and laid his hand on her shoulder, careful not to touch bare skin. "It's okay, kid. Don't freak out. I'm not going to hurt you or yell at you or anything. I was just curious." He wished idly for a cigarette but didn't light one. Humans are so heartbreakingly fragile, he wouldn't smoke all over her. Not in the car where there was nowhere safe for it to go. "I've known other psychics before, it's a hard row to hoe." He glanced over at her, "Never really talked to anybody about it before, I take it? You might consider it. Somebody who's got their ability under control might be able to help you get a grip on yours." He was keeping things prosaic on purpose, he wanted Everleigh to absorb the idea that her ability was just another part of her. Difficult, but not impossible. [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: on the road in South Dakota Wearing: A red shirt and black jeans with Chucks and with the tats on full display. Music: Red Dragon Tattoo - Fountains of Wayne Notes: Ramp down the drama. [/style] |
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