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@hernamewasalicewinslow
Hello followers! I have decided to have a Blog of the Month every month, starting with next month. I’ll be putting one winner up on my sidebar for an entire month for promotion! The only thing that would cancel this out is if the other deletes, therefore I’ll choose another name from the drawing. There’s a couple of rules to be followed.
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Desperate.
The word rang through his head like an echo and for a moment, he ignored the thoughts filled with fear that he was intercepting from her. It was clear that she didn’t have any negative emotions toward him— or that she even knew who he was, or more importantly what he was.
Which was good news to him, but for her; that meant she really was homeless, and to be so young and to have no where to go— he had flashbacks of before he had been taken in by Jack, which caused him to tear his eyes from her, his hand then coming up to grasp at his head from the pain that was being brought forward through the memories.
A few minutes of silence and when he had finally gathered himself, he looked back over at her, clearing his throat. “—There’s a few of us down here. If you’re in need of a place to stay, then you can come with me. —But there are a few rules.”
Through the silence, Alice found herself successfully bringing down the wicked tempo her pulse had begun to take from the moment the conversation started. Deep breath, slow, careful, then out. Because, she didn't enjoy questions. She could barely stand even talking to people, half the time.
Alice willingly gave him the few moments he needed, her head dipping so that her chin rested on her forearms. Clearly something she said had-- affected him.
When he finally spoke up, she didn't even lift her head, just turned it slightly to face him. Rather than immediately accepting, she gave pause. It was almost suspicious, due to the suddenness of the offer. Random acts of kindness were frequently lost on the girl. She was appreciative, for the most part, and the feeling would take hold genuinely if she was given proper reason to fully trust the stranger.
"That'd be--" a pause. "M-Maybe. Rules?"
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"Yeah? I think I have enough pasta for two. Sound good?" She asked, a smile taking over her features. "It’s no problem. I’m Rebecca Rollins by the way," she added.
As she lead the girl to her car, she laughed at how absurd the situation was. “I’m not a serial killer, just so you know. I’ve just— I feel awful when I see people on the street without food or a home and— I dunno, because I’ve been there. It sucks a lot.”
"Perfect," Alice nodded, her outside starting to match the rising happiness-- genuine happiness-- inside her. She nearly thanked the wom-- Rebecca again, but realized she was probably going to start sounding like a broken record soon. "M-My name's Alice. Alice Winslow, i-it's great to meet you."
A car, too. Alice hadn't stepped foot in a car in years, besides the uncomfortable ten minute drive to a police station four months ago. That was a story for another time, though. "Th-That's good," she laughed, one of Alice's sort of grubby hand reaching up to push her hair from her face.
"Well, uh, thank you." She tried to stop, at least. She tried. "G-Glad you got out of it, though, m-means I still have a chance. Y'know?"
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The demon could tell her attack was becoming full force. Was he supposed to help her? Make her feel better? Tell her it was going to be okay? He wasn’t entirely sure. To him she had brought it on herself.
"With the way I’m…what?" He rose an eyebrow and watched her move forward. He stared at her a moment before he rolled his eyes and took a step back to give her some air. Now he felt obligated to give it to her. If it might make her stop.
Brimming with a rather uncomfortable heat, Alice finally decided to just cross her arms over her chest. The best thing to make her calm down, to relax-- well, that would be accomplished quite well if he just left her alone. All he had to do was get his money back and leave. Point one had been reached, but point two seemed miles away.
"I-It doesn't matter." Don't insult, because that's not what you're supposed to do in situations such as these. "I-I'm fucking sorry for p-picking, so just-- can you s-stop with the entire m-magicking around thing?
"A-And leave me alone?"
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When he took a few more steps forward, he realized that she was nothing more than a young girl — who had the appearance of someone who had been on the run for a while now. Maybe she really was merely a homeless. Still, that didn’t explain how she stumbled upon this place. “Alright, so say I believe you. That still doesn’t explain why you’re here and more importantly, how you got here.” He could relate to her though. He hadn’t had a home in a long time and obviously this place was a step up from being out in the cold, on the streets.
Almost imperceptibly, Alice's arms tightened as he neared. It was one of her many instinctual twitches. The guy, as his face became a bit clearer to see, looked somewhere near her age. Younger, older, somewhere around a few years.
"Th-Then, theoretically, there's a-a higher chance o-of you going on and leaving."
The questions. Now he wasn't going to leave. Not soon, anyway. Would it be easier to just try and leave, herself?
"Does it m-matter? I need a place to s-sleep. You find ways into l-lots of places when you're desperate." Alice almost winced at admitting that tiny piece of herself. Desperate. She was always desperate for something, be it shelter, be it a drug, be it food.
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Taking a turn, he stopped walking in mid-step when his eyes landed on a huddled figure in the corner of the tunnel. He didn’t even think that any individual’s of the current era knew of this place — let alone would any of them find it appealing to sleep around in. Unless you were homeless. Or running from something. Or someone. Now, if this person was a threat, would they honestly be lying around in the dark, simply w a i t i n g for their target to return— if they would return? If that was what they planned to do, it was a rather poorly put together scheme. “Sleeping on the job’s not gonna’ get it done.”
Upon realizing she wasn't going i n s a n e again, imagining the noise, Alice relaxed in a slight sort of way. Not by much, but by some. It took her a moment, the scuff of a boot reaching her ears. Alice pulled her knees up to her chest, her arms wrapping around them in an almost defensive sort of move.
Homeless, very. Running-- from the police, sometimes, and then from her family.
From a direction vaguely to her right, a voice, sudden in the near silence, addressed her. Male, and hopefully non-threatening.
"A-Actually-- sleeping is what the job w-was supposed to be."
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"Here, I was actually going home, I just— I just needed some things to make dinner. I bet I could muster up enough for two. Maybe— maybe that could work?" She said, not sure what about this girl made her feel the need to help her.
And a warm home? Even if just for a few hours, this woman-- inviting Alice, a complete stranger, into her own home? The hope was bringing something to resemble a grateful smile to light.
"I-I, uhm-- that'd be great." Better than great, if she didn't turn out to be a serial killer, disguised under a kind face. "I mean-- th-thank you, so much." Soon, she scrambled to her feet. It was an unsteady, shaky process, but Alice ended up upright, and that's what mattered.
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Abaddon usually enjoyed it when people got panicky but the girl seemed like she was going to pass out. At least it seemed like such to him. He chuckled and shook his head. “No. That’d ruin my fun.” The nerve of some people. If anything he was going to bother her more because of her telling him to leave her alone. “You started it.”
If she had any more confidence than the Cowardly Lion of Oz, she would be asking what the hell was wrong with him. Did he not see the anxiety wafting off her in waves? "I-I just needed money-- obviously, you weren't g-going to give it up. N-Not with the way you're--"
She didn't even finish. Instead, pursing her lips, she moved towards unclenching and clenching her hands. An exasperated sound, not quite an 'ugh', escaped her lips. First time in a while, she was getting frustrated. She was still rather frightened, of course, but there was a sharp heat lacing everything up.
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She's just getting ready to shut down, sleep in this not so horrible abandoned tunnel, somewhere in an equally abandoned subway that she hasn't had the courage to go explore. Alice's dark, brown eyes are hooking shut, her breath evening out, until there was a noise-- not even a proper one, like footsteps against concrete. It's like a burst of air, and her eyes open, her hands reach to push herself into a sitting position.
Whatever it was, it's frightened her-- not a very large feat in itself-- into a wakefulness, and her breath is quickening its pace.
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Abaddon watched the money hit him and then float to the ground. He smirked and snatched up the money and put it in his pokcet before he followed after her lazily. “I hate when they run…”
He appeared in front of her again, looking at his nails. “You really think you can get away? Really?”
Obviously, that hope was ignored, smothered, as whatever this thing was popped up in front of Alice. Again. "Well, I-- I just--," as usual, the impediment always intruding upon her speech was there, but this encounter, this unholy load of fuckery; it wasn't making matters any better. Her breathing was coming quickly, puffs of air escaping her lips in a ragged pattern.
"L-leave me alone."
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A low chuckle rumbles in his chest. “There, now, there’s no need to apologize. But I really must say,” he adds, “you look a fright, madam.”
He can’t discern whether she is ill or merely upset, but something has certainly painted that sickly pallor onto her skin. “I don’t mean to pry, but— well, I haven’t hurt you, have I?” He is, after all, quite a bit larger than she is; that little collision of theirs might have jarred her a bit.
"I'm--," Alice starts to begin something, something she isn't even quite sure of, before she's swallowing and revising. Her fists are still bunched in her pockets, cold fingers gripping on worn cloth and green paper. "It's n-nothing."
It may have been the withdrawals. The constant withdrawals she was always going through, because as soon as she got anything negative in her system, it was ages before she could replenish the supply. That's what part of the money was for, curing the jittering ache that always blossomed inside. The other, for the ache in her stomach.
"O-Oh, no, no," she shakes her head. "No, I'm just-- n-no, you didn't hurt me."
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The blonde was caught and enraptured by the girl’s tattered and desperate appearance. She moved off to the side to kneel down by her. “I don’t have much cash on me, but here’s some change.” Taking her chilly hand in hers, she deposited the sixty three cents. “I have a card though. Can I get you some food or something?”
For once, as the woman kneeled next to her, touched her hands to give her the change, Alice didn't flinch. "That's-- it's fine, I-I mean, money's money." She didn't pull away as she usually would have. The touch was warm and nice, all she couldn't hold back was a twitch, just slight. "O-Only, uhm, if you really want to."
Loose change was alright, but a meal?
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Now, under normal circumstances, he would simply end this situation by offering a murmured apology and a dip of his head before going on about his business; in this case, however, the look on her face gives him pause. The poor girl looks moments away from bursting into tears. Instinctively, he reaches out to lay a hand on her shoulder, halting her movement.
“—Are you quite all right, my dear?”
She's only taken three steps before a hand is touching her back. Alice's initial instinct is to flinch away from it, a small, frightened noise escaping her lips. Oh god, he'd seen her, hadn't he--? She turns slightly, to face him anyway, finding herself thoroughly surprised at the expression on his face, the words coming from his mouth.
He was concerned, not blowing up at her in a fit of anger. "Y-Yeah, sorry," she manages, brown eyes casting downward.
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Abaddon had just been wandering. He hadn’t had a real destination in mind. Wasn’t unusual. Besides he liked watching people, seeing how they acted. Easy to figure out where everyone would go when they died. His attention was caught on a young girl who he could tell was eyeing him. He hid his smile, waiting to see what she did. When she bumped into him he could tell what it was immediately. He let the grin creep through. He vanished and appeared not far from where she was heading, leaning against a wall. “Now now, you didn’t ask nicely before you took that.”
If anything, she expected him to go after and confront her humanly. Walking, or running, up to her and demanding the bill back. Alice was fairly sure this, the thing-- he couldn't be human, no one could do that. Teleporting. The only reply she could muster was a frightened squeak. Her only move was to throw the money at him, turn on her heel, and attempt to hurry the fuck away. No questions asked, no enormous confrontations made.
At least, she hoped it would stay that way.
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She was tired, she was hungry, and she was convincing herself for the umpteenth time that stealing from the man in front of her would help her. It disgusted her, but Alice never gave herself enough time to dwell on what she was doing. Rather, she forced herself, later, to focus on the food that entered her belly. A huff escaped her lips, shaky and cold, and she bumped past him, making it as if she was tripping, steadying herself, and going on her way. A ten dollar bill gripped into her fist, shoved in her pocket.
