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Post by Everleigh Mason on Nov 11, 2011 16:45:33 GMT -5
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I can feel you, all around me.
Boredom makes you do strange things, things that someone wouldn't normally do. That was what had Everleigh climbing the fence of the salvage yard and looking around for guards. Well, she didn't see anyone and didn't hear any guard dogs running towards her so she thought that maybe no one kept an eye on this place after hours. She smiled to herself. That was easy.
Even though she couldn't see anyone around she was still quiet as she made her way around the salvage yard. She wasn't out looking for anything special. It was more out of curiosity. She had never been in a salvage yard before.
This place seemed to have everything... junked cars, old, broken down appliances, bits and pieces of random stuff. The child looked around in wonder. She spent some time just peeking into cars and opening and shutting old ovens before she wandered over to a pile of random old stuff and started rummaging through it, seeing if there was anything interesting. She found hub caps and car bumpers but nothing that was very interesting to her.
Everleigh moved on to another pile of junk but didn't see anything good in there either. She just poked around aimlessly a bit until she decided to check car trunks and glove boxes. She smiled to herself at the decision and skipped over to a nearby, nearly whole car. That car didn't have anything good in it though so she skipped off to the next. That car still had the registration in the glove box but she couldn't read it anymore. It was tattered and faded. She just shrugged and popped the trunk. She was just bent over it and rummaging under the mat on the inside when she heard a noise nearby. She immediately straightened up and looked around with wide eyes. She couldn't see anyone yet but she dove into the back of the car anyway. Better safe than sorry.
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Post by Wil Croft on Nov 11, 2011 18:02:54 GMT -5
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Post by Everleigh Mason on Nov 11, 2011 18:31:52 GMT -5
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I can feel you, all around me.
From her hiding place behind the car Everleigh could see the boy come around the corner. He looked normal enough, just a regular boy in his late teens or early twenties. He didn't look particularly dangerous until he pulled out the gun. Oh shit. She thought to herself. Her little body started to shake immediately and she couldn't make herself move, at first. She had never been so close to a gun before. She finally managed to rise slowly on shaky legs, peeking her head out over to top of the trunk of the car. Don't....don't shoot, she whimpered meekly. This kid must be the owner's son or something. The little girl stood very still, still behind the car. She felt safer from there. She couldn't take her eyes off the gun. I didn't...I...I didn't mean anything bad...I just..I was looking around. She looked pale and terrified. It was then that it occurred to her that she could be in trouble if she was caught going back to the church. Great, I could get shot and grounded all in one night. This whole situation was just getting better and better. The child had both hands raised to show that she wasn't armed or a threat, not that she really had to. She was just a ten year old girl. What was she going to do? She leaned her shaky legs against the side of the car for support. The last thing she needed was to faint. Um...c-can...can you please put that down? I...I won't do anything...I promise. For all she knew the stupid thing could accidentally go off and kill her.
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Post by Wil Croft on Nov 11, 2011 18:54:59 GMT -5
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Post by Everleigh Mason on Nov 11, 2011 19:11:13 GMT -5
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I can feel you, all around me.
It worried her that he didn't put the gun away but she didn't have much of a choice but to obey the guy and come around the car. She did hesitate but came out from around the car slowly, still with both hands raised. I'm...I'm sorry. I'm Everleigh, by the way. Her tiny frame was still shaking but she was trying to think. Maybe introducing herself would help the situation somehow. She had no idea but it was worth a shot. She still couldn't take her eyes off the gun. If she was thinking clearly she would wonder how good of a shot he was and why it was that he didn't put it down the second he saw her. She was just a little girl. What did he think she was going to do. And if he wasn't going to shoot her then how come he just didn't put the damn thing away? Then another thought struck the girl. Maybe he was a hunter and he thought she could be something else, something like that thing that she had seen that day in the corner store. A-are you...a hunter? It probably wasn't the best question to ask. He would surely wonder how she would know about those kinds of people. I mean, I've met a few. But..I'm human, I swear. She kept herself close to the car, her backside against the side of it, just watching him. She was still scared but was encouraged when his tone changed. Maybe she reminded him of a little sister or something. She was rather a pitiful sight at the moment. She was trembling, dirty from rummaging around, and wide-eyed, still watching the kid with the gun.
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Post by Wil Croft on Nov 11, 2011 19:24:35 GMT -5
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Post by Everleigh Mason on Nov 11, 2011 19:51:36 GMT -5
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I can feel you, all around me.
Her arms dropped to her sides the second that the gun disappeared. Now, though, instead of scared she was getting annoyed. No you don't but I didn't mean anything by it. She frowned at him. The hunters that I met weren't like that anyway. And besides, I didn't mean that kind of hunter. Now she was just digging herself in a hole with her stupid, big mouth. I'm such an ass sometimes. She thought. Nevermind. She muttered, hoping he would.
She sighed heavily to herself, thinking about what to do now. She didn't know what it would take, what he would need to hear to let her go but she was getting desperate. Look, I was just bored and I'm new in town and I was poking around. I didn't take anything and I didn't mean anything by being here. She was also very frustrated with her own stupidity. I'll go back to the church where I live and you'll never have to worry about me again, ok? She would have told him anything if he would just calm down. I really didn't mean anything by being here. I'm really sorry. Her last statement came gently. She didn't like people being upset with her, even if they were strangers. The little girl fidgeted lightly on her feet as she just stood there. She didn't know what else to say or do so she just waited.
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Post by Wil Croft on Nov 11, 2011 21:31:29 GMT -5
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Post by Everleigh Mason on Nov 11, 2011 21:56:07 GMT -5
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I can feel you, all around me.
Everleigh visibly relaxed when Wil smiled at her. Yeah, nice to meet you, too, Wil. The child took a look around her again. Wil was right, this place probably wasn't safe. Not just because of the incident with the gun that had just occurred but because some of these piles and stuff looked unstable. Something could fall on her and crush her. Yeah, I guess you're right. I just have never been in a salvage yard before. I wanted to check it out. I wasn't looking for anything really. She decided that maybe being a bit open with him might help. Being that she was empathic she could tell that he still wasn't completely settled about her being there. I was just brought to the church a few days ago. I don't even remember the name of the place. Margo called it Pastor Jim's but I don't think that's the name of the church. If the light were better Wil would be able to see her barely healed black eye and split lip. It's just someplace to stay anyway. She rambled. It had to be nerves that had her revealing so much. She never would be this open otherwise. Anyway, do you work here or something? Now that situation had calmed down she had a chance to get a good look at Wil. Without the gun he didn't look like such a bad guy, just a typical young man. She looked around again, this time more out of awkwardness and nerves. She had run out of things to say and didn't know what to do with herself now.
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Post by Wil Croft on Nov 12, 2011 0:02:46 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]Just like that Wil was scowling again, though this time it was less threatening and more confused, though that might or might not be clear to Everleigh. "Pastor Jim's," he said flatly. "Kiddo, Pastor Jim's is in a whole other state." It wasn't commonly known that Wil funneled many thousands of dollars a year into that particular parish, nor did he intend it to become known. He looked her up and down, somewhere between curious and suspicious. "It's not coincidence you ended up here, is it? You heard somebody talking about this place at the home." Which would explain the hunter thing, at least sort of. Kids who were the last survivors of a monster slaughter or orphans of hunters tended to end up in Blue Earth, she could well have overheard something or even been raised in the life. Though if she'd been raised to it he doubted she'd be ignorant enough to come sneaking up to a hunter's house via the backyard. Realizing that he might have been sounding menacing again, Wil lit a cigarette to replace the one that he'd dropped when he pulled the gun. "It's okay," he said more gently. "Just how'd you get from Minnesota to here?" [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Singer's Salvage, Sioux Falls SD Wearing: A red shirt and black jeans with Chucks and with the tats on full display. Music: Red Dragon Tattoo - Fountains of Wayne Notes: Haha! Cohesion! [/style] |
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Post by Everleigh Mason on Nov 12, 2011 0:37:22 GMT -5
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I can feel you, all around me.
Oh fabulous. Of all the places she could have been staying and she could have been going she ended up finding someone who knew Pastor Jim's. His scowl made her nervous again and she bit her split lip out of habit before she whimpered lightly and sighed. Damn it. She sighed as she tasted a bit of blood. Everleigh looked down at her feet as she thought about this one for a second. Clearly she was busted. She sighed again as she looked up to Wil. His suspicion was strange to her. It was clearly a pretty strange coincidence but that's really all it was that she had found this place. She could only hope that Wil would believe her. Look, I didn't really talk to anyone at the church except the staff. I don't really know any of the people that stay there. Why would anyone there know this place? The child was genuinely confused. But then again, if Margo was a hunter and knew of Pastor Jim's then maybe other hunters knew of it too. Obviously it would just be easier to explain how she physically got from Minnesota to South Dakota. Um...well, I'm pretty good at hitch hiking. She at least had the good grace to look sheepish about it. A ten year old hitch hiking over a good couple of states wasn't the smartest thing she had ever done but it wasn't the stupidest either. And I really did just end up here. She had no idea how she managed to keep finding hunters but it was pretty strange.
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Post by Wil Croft on Nov 12, 2011 2:08:37 GMT -5
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Post by Everleigh Mason on Nov 12, 2011 9:23:49 GMT -5
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I can feel you, all around me.
Everleigh could tell that he was about to go into another interrogation but then she saw his eyes drop to the blood on her lip. She stepped out of the dark with a bit of hesitation, coming within reach of Wil without thinking. She wouldn't normally allow someone to reach out and touch her, given her particular “gift” but at that moment she was just a little girl doing what she was told. She wasn't thinking of anything beyond that. I bit my lip a few minutes ago. She didn't want him to conceive that as a lie so she sighed and, looking to the side and at the ground, went into the long explanation. I was in yet another foster home and got a little...roughed up. Her voice dropped at the last two words. Admitting her situation, even a past situation wasn't easy for her. I ran. That's how Margo found me on the side of some middle of nowhere road and brought me to Pastor Jim's. The poor little girl still wouldn't look back at Wil, even after she finished explaining. From so close Wil would have a very good view of her still swollen eye, though it would be green and yellow as well as black and blue. He would also be able to see that her lip was split down the middle and had been healing except for the bleeding bit that she had accidentally reopened. It wasn't until the last second that she remembered herself but by now it was too late. When the physical contact was made the child gasped and her eyes went wide in shock. Oh shit. She breathed as the vision came.
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Post by Wil Croft on Nov 12, 2011 19:06:07 GMT -5
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Further back, more. Watching her grow up, memories ranging from singing ABC/123 songs with her as they drove to feeding her mashed bananas with a plastic-coated spoon to once going through a firefight with her in a Snugli on his chest and the remembered terror of praying silently over and over that any bullets would hit him. Flashes of other things, less important than his daughter and so incompletely seen. Friends, comrades, drinking buddies who he'd see for a night here and a week there and then likely as not find out the next time he drove through town that they'd died to some ravenous thing. Hunts through alleys and forests and sewers, the adrenaline mixing with the faint shame in the back of his mind that never forgot his hypocrisy.
And there, elusive but like a shadow hanging over everything else was the sense of time passing. Was the weight of centuries behind and ahead of him, and an ominous ticking stopwatch reminding him, always reminding him that it was only thirteen years until--"Okay," he let go of Everleigh's chin. "I think you'd better come up to the house with me, let me put a little ointment on that lip. Besides, Bobby and the kid will be home soon. We'll fix you up, feed you, and then decide what to do about you." [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Singer's Salvage, Sioux Falls SD Wearing: A red shirt and black jeans with Chucks and with the tats on full display. Music: Red Dragon Tattoo - Fountains of Wayne Notes: Your power description didn't state whether the other person knows they're being 'read'. I figured if she's gone this long without being caught out, probably not? [/style] |
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Post by Everleigh Mason on Nov 12, 2011 19:49:36 GMT -5
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I can feel you, all around me.
The child tried her best to be still as Wil examined her face. The last thing that she needed was for Wil to be any more suspicious of her than he already was. Being still and stoic through the rush of memories that rushed from him into her already stressed mind, however, was difficult to say the least. There was a girl, no older than Everleigh herself was, holding various guns. Wil, teaching her how to use those weapons. There was such affection and love in those first images. It was clear to the child that he had a deep connection to this girl. So he does have a little sister. But even as the thought came Everleigh knew it wasn't completely correct. Your daughter. She wasn't even aware that she had said that out loud. She was staring at Wil unseeingly at the moment as the vision flashed through her. She wasn't aware of anything but the images in her head.
The longer he held her face the more information that came to her. She could clearly see that she was right about the child. She was his. It was also clear that she was right about his profession. He was most definitely a hunter. It looked to her that he was training up the child as well, but that too felt wrong. Maybe it was more for protection that he went through the gun training. The girl obviously knew exactly what her father did.
There were others now. Maybe friends or other hunters? She couldn't tell because she couldn't clearly make them out. They would come and go enough to tell the girl that poor Wil knew just as much loss as Everleigh herself did, if not more. At least that they had in common. Still she could feel sorry for him through the vision in her mind. As the vision faded there was a feeling lingering. It was something that the child had never experienced before, some sense that there was much more to Wil than what she was seeing. There seemed to be infinite time connected to him. It was the sense that she could read him all day and still not see everything. There was also a coming dread that she felt from him. He was fearing something that would happen in the coming years. Just as quickly as the sense came to her, though it was gone.
Everleigh was left standing there on shaky legs again when Wil let her face go. She struggled to focus on his words. The house, food...she blinked at him to clear the afterimages. A-alright. T-thank you. She finally managed to get out. She tried to smile, tried to act as if nothing had just happened but she could feel that she had a light sheen of sweat on her brow and her limbs were shaking. She could only hope that Wil wouldn't notice and ask questions.
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