╳ TRY ME, BITE ME, FEAR ME;;

all my friends are HEATHENS, take it slow, wait for them to ask you who you ( know ). please don't make any S U D D E N moves, you don't know the h a l f of the abuse. everett "ED" dacker. 17. student. alive

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bovalentine:

Bo jotted down the information as he spoke, the pen making soft scratching sounds against the paper. “No insurance, got it,” she mumbled to herself, something catching in her throat. Quickly, she coughed into her elbow away from the bleeding teen. “Sorry about that, Everett,” the sickly girl apologized, clearing her throat before glancing over to him. “Okay now, any allergies? Also, they’re gonna need what injuries you have currently.”

Everett stared at the girl with disgusted yet curious eyes. “You alright there, doll?” While he didn’t really care, the girl was helping him, might as well take a bit of courtesy. “No allergies, and uh... Gunshot wound to the right shoulder, about---” he glanced tot he bleeding wound wrapped in gauze. “Two inches deep and barely missin’ bone.”

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bovalentine:

Bo smiled faintly as the teen agreed for her to help him, taking three clipboard and pen from his hands carefully. “It’s no problem,” she said, adjusting the tubing around her ear before focusing on the sheets in front of her. She crossed off his attempt to write and wrote in the date at the corner of the page. “So, name and age?” Bo asked, glancing over to the teen before looking back to the clipboard. “And if you have insurance, they need the name of your carrier.”

He let the clipboard and pen slip from his fingertips, a soft sigh falling from his lips. He hated needed help, but in the current situation, there was really no other option if he wanted to get home to his sister before midnight. “---Everett Dacker, and sixteen.” For once, he gave his real name, knowing any police officer would recognize his street name if he were to put it. “Ain’t got any insurance.”

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bovalentine:

Bo furrowed her brow, brown eyes falling back on her forms. “Whatever,” she said, more confused than anything else - who would she even tell that she saw him? She didn’t know him, even if she thought he looked familiar. She focused back on the paperwork, chewing lightly on her lip. A few silent minutes later and she finished the forms, standing up and walking to the receptionist. The girl smiled and handed off the clipboard, making her way back to her spot. She sat down, fully planning to keep to herself… until she noticed the boy struggling to write. “Do you need help writing or something…? Doesn’t look easy with your shoulder fucked up like that.”

He sat back in his seat with a huff, clearly done with all the shit that happened today. Not to mention that he still hadn’t got back to check on his sister... shit. He had completely forgot about her--- he promised he’d be home right after the deal, but now, who knows what time he’ll end up strolling in. He noticed the girl walk away, and he sighed in relief, but it was cut short as she came right back. “No, I go---” He sighed, knowing that the faster he got this thing filled out, the faster the day would go by. “Yeah, actually... thanks.”

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bovalentine:

Bo chewed on her lip, almost halfway done with her forms. “Ah, okay. Just thought you looked kind of familiar,” she replied, keeping her gaze on the clipboard. Of course this kid didn’t want to talk to her - no one wanted to talk to other people in the public waiting room. Bo was, in fact, most likely the exception to the rule. Having been in her fair share of waiting rooms in her life, she never was a fan of the awkward, depressing aura of them. Talking to people helped take her mind off of it. “Well, it looks like you might have had a worse day than me,” the girl deadpanned, looking to the boy with an arched brow.

He had barely started on his own--- his wounded shoulder the side that he usually wrote with, and even the slightest of movements sent a tidal wave of pain through him. He had barely got his name down, half-hearted scribbled of his non-dominant had and he could of swore he heard her say she recognized him. His eyes went wide for a moment as he turned to her. “Listen, ya’ ain’t seen me before, got it? And ya’ don’t see me right now, and ya’ ain’t gon’ tell anyone about this, got it?” He didn’t give her a chance to reply, slumping back in his seat with a wince and squinted eyes staring at the paper as he tried his hardest to get it filled out. “Ya’, no shit.”

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bovalentine:

Bo nodded at his comment, quietly saying, “Don’t plan on nudging your shoulder,” under her breath as she continued to fill out the form. She stopped for a moment, glancing to her tank before nestling it between her knees. Feeling something start to come up in her throat, she pulled out a tissue from her purse and coughed into it. Phlegm, more than usual. She grimaced, crumpling the tissue and hiding it under her leg. Glancing to the bloody boy again, she paused, brow furrowing. She had seen him somewhere before… but where? “You go to the college around here?” Bo asked, her gaze on her form.

He caught sight of the oxygen tank and nearly sighed aloud, but held it in, knowing any small or large movements could damage his shoulder much worse. Great, a fucking cancer baby. He knew the type, or at least, he knew the ones he encountered before. Whiny little bitches who don’t want anything but pity and attention. He thought them to be annoying, and he was sure he’d think the same of her. And of course, she had to go asking questions. “Nope.”

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bovalentine:

Harder for her to breathe than usual, Bo had driven herself to the hospital, not wanting to bother Fox for a ride. It was ‘the usual’ kind of problems, needing her lungs cleared out - she didn’t want to scare him with something she could deal with herself. Once in the hospital waiting room, she took her clipboard of paperwork and glanced around the room. Lot of people in there, but she spotted an empty seat beside a boy who…. unfortunately looked like he was bleeding. Coughing into the crook of her arm, she shuffled to the spot, the wheels of her oxygen tank squeaking against the linoleum floor, and sat down. “Sorry to invade your space, but this was the only free spot,” she apologized to the boy, grabbing a pen from her purse. Bo glanced to the kid, trying to hide any shock by how he looked. She looked away, starting to scribble away at her first form.

The boy shifted uncomfortably in his small hospital seat, muffling invisible curses towards the secretary at the counter every now and then, a groan slipping its way in inevitably. It hurt so much, but it’s not like it was his first bullet wound. He knew the pain he knew the procedure, and he knew he could take it. But when that dainty little girl sat her ass right next to him, he could already feel the stress falling onto his shoulders. “Just don’t nudge my shoulder and we’ll be fucking peachy.” The words came through gritted teeth and a hard stared directed nowhere in particular.

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The deal had gone wrong--- so wrong. How had he not seen it coming? First, it was all merry and happy, he had his and out for the money they owned, next, silver was blinding his eye and his shoulder was flung back, blog pooling in the shirt. He had been shot. In the fucking arm. His buddies rushed him to the hospital before he could even register the situation, dumping him there and running for the hills. It was protocol, but it would’ve been nice to have a little fucking help. The kid had to wait, just like all the others, for his treatments. His body ricocheted with pin, but he held up; He had to if they were going to get in and out of here without a questioning sight.

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valgibson:

Val held her hands up at the sight of the gun, more annoyed and shock than actually scared of it. “You plan on fucking shooting some random frat boy if they sneak up on you?” The ghost said, brow arching up as she put her hands back down. “You sure, man? Because I’m pretty sure any ‘fucktard’,” she drawled, crouching down beside a bed and lifting up the dust ruffle, “can tell the difference of a three dollar ring to a three hundred dollar one.” She smiled as she pulled out a heavy shoebox from underneath, hoping for something good. Peeling off the lid, she pulled out a fifth of Jack Daniels and a baggie of weed. Val set the bottle beside her and opened the bag, sniffing quickly before tossing the bag on top of the bed. “If you need reefer, kid, help yourself.”

“I shoot anyone who tries to steal the merchandise.” The teen shrugged, rifling back through the jewelry box, though he kept his peripherals on her. Trust no bitch. “They don’t care, just wanna gt their baby momma’s somethin’ to hold ‘em over ‘til they can head to the pawn shop to sell their souls to a ring.” He tossed the box to the side as he found nothing more of worth, jumping over to her, quickly catching the bag. “Worth like twenty bucks, I’ll just smoke it myself.” 

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valgibson:

Admittedly, Val wasn’t the best at sneaking around rooms; after all, a ‘goth’ ghost with a shaved head and poor paranormal abilities stuck out amongst the pink hued sorority dorms. But, that never stopped her from trying. However, the past couple of rooms had been a bust - all she found cheap jewelry that turned her tiny fingers green and cheaper weed that did nothing for her. Opening the door to the next room, the ghost froze up at the sight of someone else in the room… but relaxed as she noticed that he stuck out far worse than her. Val shuffled further into the room, saying, “Jewelry box probably just has shit from Forever 21 in there, dude.”

The boy was practically destroying the room as he flung things around, looking for anything useful or worth a couple bucks. Cheap plastic earrings and necklaces were the gist of it, but as he heard a noise from behind he flung everything to the floor, his hand reaching for his gun, immediately aiming it at whoever it was. He finally caught sight, though, and as he saw the girl, he rolled his eyes, shoving his gun back in his waistband. “Don’t sneak up on people--- and fucktards on the street couldn’t tell the difference.”

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valgibson:

Admittedly, Val wasn’t the best at sneaking around rooms; after all, a ‘goth’ ghost with a shaved head and poor paranormal abilities stuck out amongst the pink hued sorority dorms. But, that never stopped her from trying. However, the past couple of rooms had been a bust - all she found cheap jewelry that turned her tiny fingers green and cheaper weed that did nothing for her. Opening the door to the next room, the ghost froze up at the sight of someone else in the room… but relaxed as she noticed that he stuck out far worse than her. Val shuffled further into the room, saying, “Jewelry box probably just has shit from Forever 21 in there, dude.”

The boy was practically destroying the room as he flung things around, looking for anything useful or worth a couple bucks. Cheap plastic earrings and necklaces were the gist of it, but as he heard a noise from behind he flung everything to the floor, his hand reaching for his gun, immediately aiming it at whoever it was. He finally caught sight, though, and as he saw the girl, he rolled his eyes, shoving his gun back in his waistband. “Don’t sneak up on people--- and fucktards on the street couldn’t tell the difference.”

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It was the third room so far--- the last two he had scoured had absolutely nothing. Though, what did he expect? These were some broke-ass college students living off of minimum wage and using their last cent on some petty beer. Idiots. He scoffed to himself at the thought as he barged in, immediately heading towards the jewelry box he spotted from across the room.

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     Canned beans? Check. Bottled water? Check. Tampons, regular? Double check. ( Thank God. ) The convenience store is q u i e t as Ana stuffs these items into her backpack & it’s been AWHILE that she’s seen Everett — but she assumes he’s still in the back room. Assumes he’s taking his time collecting as much a he can for the night ahead… but it is a soft, curious commotion from the RESTROOMS that has her second-guessing. 

     Attention is grabbed & her blade is already raised; she is ready — but the sound is… NOT inhuman. Dark brown hues dart over to where she’d last seen ED & she is confused before looking back to the restrooms. No… no, blades are good for the MONSTERS & this is why she’s n e r v o u s. Small, blonde, & careful swallows the lump in her throat before slipping her pistol out of her bag & she lowers her head approaching the door; please just let it be a zombie, just a stupid zombie. 

     Slow steps with her GUN at hand; but her butterfly knife is always within reach. Chapped lips pout & she whistles the first half of a makeshift tune. To Everett’s ears? It is a SIGNAL & she prays he’s the one to complete it; to know it’s HIM & she not need worry. To anyone else? An e e r i e melody — a WARNING. The gun is aimed at the door & Ana stays behind a shelf as she waits.

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Water bottle, blanket, knives... Everett grabbed everything he saw lying around the back abandoned convenience store, making sure to leave nothing useful behind. The blonde had agreed to take the front, so they split up. He kept a careful eye out for any movement, but after the precautions the two of them take, he was sure no one would try them.

Holding up with a hardcore warrior princess was never really on Everett’s to-do list, but he was sure as hell not going to let this one go. She was skilled with that gun, and could swing around a butterfly knife like no one’s business. ED would never admit it, but he was glad he found her.

Tedious ears jump at the sound of a blade slicing through the air, and instantly, Everett knows the girl heard something. Her ears were as sharp as a hounds--- he waits for the signal, figuring if she didn’t start it,he’d have to, but she came through, an eerie tune floating through his ears that any unknowing passenger would shake in his seat to.

Almost instantly, the boy finishes the melody, stepping out into the hallway with his arms raised in surrender. “Chill, blondie. It was probably just the wind. No one’s gonna mess with you when you got that swingin’ knife.” 

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Name: Everett “ED” Dacker Age: 16 Weapon of choice: Nail-Spiked wooden bat and pistol Motivation: His sister Weakness: Women

WARNING! WARNING! EXTREMELY DANGEROUS, AVOID AT ALL COSTS!

The dangerous streets of L.A. did nothing good for the young Everett Dacker. He grew up with thugs and thieves, being molded into one of their “prodigies”. By the time he was thirteen, the boy had earned the nickname “Big E-D”, and he was feared around the neighborhood. He scared off his dead-beat parents and took his sister under his wing, slipping her into his gang and ordering immediate protection for her.

Everyone around town knew of E.D. and his “prized possession”. Plenty of people tried to take her away from him, and on his sixteenth birthday, someone finally did. They struck, and they struck hard. One of the rival gangs around his neighborhood snuck in and kidnapped his sister as she was walking out of the house. In an instant, Everett was on a rampage. He was destroyed everything in his path--- He had turned into a completely different person. Before, you could see the human behind the concrete mask, but now, there was nothing there but stone.

Before Everett could find his sister, all hell broke loose. So now, he;s a full-blown killing machine with a target set. He’ll do anything to get what he wants, going against all of his moral codes except for one---- hurting women. No matter what, Everett will never lay a hand on a woman.

He’s armed and dangerous, using his smaller body to his advantage by hiding in areas no one would think to look. Sleep with one eye open, he’s watching.

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The sound of subtle laughter eased the girl, but not by much. “Not a pip squeak. And not scared. Just… antsy.” A small huff left the girls lips as she eyed the male. Was he, too, a spirit in the house? He didn’t look too familiar to Wynter, as something about his presence didn’t seem right. “What are you doing sneaking up on people, anyway?”

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A sly smirk crept up to Ev’s lips, eye crinkling a bit. “Looks like a pip squeak to me.” He scoffed, crossing his arms with a cocked brow as she eyed him. “If you wanna see more, just gotta ask, shorty.” Everett chuckled, stepping up a bit as he glanced around the corner, making sure none of his owing customers were escaping. “Who said I was sneaking up on people? Just doing my rounds, sweetheart, and I’m sure you would have squeaked if anyone rounded that corner, not just me.”

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