she had less compassion than the average girl

Cindy McPhearson, aka: C-Murder. She had the whole Girl Scout cookie game on lock. What I really liked about her was that she had less compassion than the average girl.

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neverhasarrived

   “How much to part with some lemonades?”

     “Five bucks.”

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timmgutterson

       Tim’s gaze bored into hers, ready to catch the girl on any sort of lie. “ And what’d be your last name, Cindy? ‘n don’t even think ‘bout runnin’ again, ‘cause I’ll have you sittin’ at my desk until I find out who your parents are, don’t think I won’t. “

     “Cindy McNoneofyourbuiness.” The idea of sitting at his desk was both kinda cool and super bad. She didn’t know how long it would take for him to track down mom and drag her to the station. But how many people could say they were with a deputy marshal and it wasn’t to get thrown in jail? “You ain’t learnin’ nothing.”

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timmgutterson

          “ First stealin’ from a government owned car ‘n now tryin’ t’ bribe a government official? How fuckin’ old even are y’? Your parents know you’re here? “ No matter how hard she’d scream bloody murder, Tim would have no qualms simply picking her up and carrying her into the court house as to pertain where the hell she came from. “ I’m Deputy U.S. Marshal Tim Gutterson. Your turn. “

     Shiiiit... She knew the badge was law enforcement, but she hadn’t paid close enough attention to realize it belonged to a deputy marshal. Cindy bit the inside of her cheek, her eyes narrowing a little more. She wasn’t going to answer all those questions. He was gonna use them against her. “...It’s Cindy.”

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neverhasarrived

    “I should really be watching my figure, but … what kind do you have?”

     “Thin mints, lemonades, tagalogs, samoas, peanut butter, shortbread, cranberry... there’s too many. I got it all on me.”

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timmgutterson

      Fortunately ( though perhaps unfortunately for her ) it was the suddenness of her running away that unfroze his feet from the concrete, jerking his body into motion. Fast as she was, the girl was still just that – a girl. And with the parking lot practically empty, it didn’t take long for Tim to catch up with her, fingers curling in the back of her shirt to yank her to a halt ( still careful not to pull too roughly ). “ Not so fast, weren’t done with you yet. “

      Tone stern, face showing no trace of softening, he stepped round. “ What’s your name? “

    “Leggo!” She yelped and stumbled back, arms fanning out for balance. When he came into view, Cindy narrowed her eyes and fixed her shirt. “Forty to touch, more if you ruin my clothes.” 

     Not that she was actually opening herself up to that, but for all she knew, he would take the deal. Just because you wore a badge didn’t mean you were blessed by Oprah. “I ain’t telling you without you telling me first.”

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bogisms

The monster had no set goals for the night, save for the driving desire to Feed and the growing Hunger that held so tight in his belly. He ravaged the night like any hungry predator would, with eyes set and senses poised to devour the hapless victim that fell within his path. It would appear that said victim was a young girl, poised by herself. Her angry vocalizations was key enough that she was less than willing to be out there by herself.

The lost were always such easy prey. No one quite missed them at first, and when they did, the case was already over and the monster was well fed. Another murder to be listed as unsolved. Another set of meat between the teeth. Perhaps he would suck her off to the Bog and let her bones stew under the porch steps.

       Tut tut. He would come to that later.

The shadows of the closest alleyway parted slightly to allow the young man to appear at the opening. He rested his hands up against the walls and he gave a slight tilt of his head before offering a rather friendly smile towards the young girl.

        “A bit cold out for a walk, isn’t it?”

     She came to an abrupt stop at the call from the alley. Looking over, she almost missed the guy standing there like he owned the place. He was a bit short, shorter than she was used to, but somehow that didn’t make him less creepy. Maybe it was where he was standing. Maybe it was the hour. 

     “Yeah, no shit.” She huffed, her breath a small misty cloud. She didn’t like being suddenly approached, especially by some random dude at night who smiled at her like they were buddies. Suspicious people did that, like dealers and those people who sold you cars. She didn’t know a lick about cars or their prices, but that one time she was dragged along, she thought the sales guy was worse than a ho with a fraction of the appeal.

     “...Wha’dya want?” Her grip tightened on her bat, weapon almost forgotten as it hung low by her side. The adults were always saying something about never talking to strangers or taking things from them without asking for permission from a parent, or some shit. She’d never had any trouble before. She could handle herself.

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     Sniffling, she huffed at the cold outside; she wished it was a little warmer. Today sucked. That stupid bitch Amy got them all in trouble and they couldn’t go to recess. Cindy was going to talk to some of her gang during that time, but Amy just had to open her mouth.

     And not only that, that kid from Peters tried to sell on her block. Oh hell no. She wasn’t going to let that happen. Cindy told her not to come by trying to steal her customers or she’d beat her ass. Unless she wanted to play in Cindy’s pocket, she’d better not ever show her face again. 

     Ugh. She wanted to play with Reezy, but nothing went right. Swinging the small bat around at imaginary opponents, Cindy grumbled to herself. Tomorrow was gonna be better. No Amy, or Peters girl, or even the damn weather was gonna stop her from having a good day. Anything that tried was getting the shit slapped out of them. 

     Quickening her pace, Cindy counted the lights lining the street as she continued on her way home. She played between the beams for half a block before her steps slowed down to a normal pace. It was so cold! 

     “Argh! Why can’t Mom just come pick me up? So dumb... I’ma freeze and die...” 

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heartdescent

        ❛ — it’s a deal, kiddo, ❜    she called over to cindy as she set towards the lounge to see if she could bribe a nurse into getting her a glass or two of milk. she was starving, in truth, after her trials and it was always a good thing for her to eat something solid. cookies counted for that, right?probably not.  

     Picking a table, she dropped in a chair, shrugging off her bag to set on the floor. She watched the woman from her seat, not entirely sure what her game was. She was pretty, but she didn’t act like a typical street walker. She was sharing her food. Who did that except old people? Weirdo. Cindy dug out the cookies and put them on the table. At last she ain’t that asshole, House. 

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expionage

    jake rose his hands in humored and feigned defeat at her threat as if to urge pacification of the youth before him. he had no intentions to harm her and he genuinely didn’t mind sharing his sandwich with her. finally, he gave a smile as he stepped away from the car and move towards the small adjacent breakroom.

     opening the fridge, he called back out to the tiny blonde with the humor of prior mirrored in his tone,     ❛ — i got juice or soda for drinks, which would you prefer? and if you’re concerned, you’re welcome to come in here and watch me serve the meal. ❜

     Satisfied he relented, even though he was just playing with her, she followed after him. A pause was taken at the doorway before she continued on --- she couldn’t show she was a scared little baby. She’d lose the respect of the other girls. 

     “You got Coke?” And for the record, she wasn’t following him out of concern for her life, just to watch him put the sandwich together. “Hey, what’s your name?”

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fightsthatdragon

    wilson would blame his expectancy of juvenile retribution on possessing a similar mentality to that of an unruly child’s. whichever the case may be, it protects him from taking a direct shot to his knee by flicking his cane in front of his leg. the force of the brat’s kick knocks the end into the toe of house’s sneaker.

    “ too slow, grasshopper, “ he stares down at her, an eyebrow quirking. “ now disappear before i decide to be a klutzy old cripple and bump you into oncoming traffic. “

     She sneered her disappointment. “I hope you get the runs when you eat that. Crippled faggot...” Shifting her bag, she flipped him off and walked away.

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fightsthatdragon

    “ a fire hydrant can hold a better conversation than you, “ he picks the box out of her hand, maneuvers it to settle between his bicep and ribs, and then tosses up the dollar bills like a dog treat. “ up high, ain’t no stripper. “

     Eyes widening, she stared at the money floating down and quickly grabbed it. She should’ve expected this. 

     Cindy kicked him hard in the knee. “Down low.”