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Post by wolflegend on Mar 14, 2010 16:40:39 GMT -5
Fiona sighed and said, "It's okay, I blame my father... When I was little he took a knife and dug it through my chest.. I still have nightmares.. That is when I sleep at all.. Sometimes I go many days without sleep.... Sometimes week with barely any... Like this week... I guess what I'm trying to say is that I've been through a lot and I know you can never be too careful I guess..." She told him as she continued to scratch words and letters into the ground.
SHe looked up at the sky and noticed it was dark now. The sun was starting to set. She was suposed to be home about two hours ago. "I think I might need to get back. I am already late and can already get killed for talking to you..." She said sadly as she started to get up. If her father found out about her talking to other people lately, she would probably never live to see anther day. Literally.
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Post by kaitlyn on Mar 14, 2010 17:19:29 GMT -5
Nathaniel's expression was steely.'He shouldn't be able to get away with that. You can't let him do this to you anymore.' He made as if to stand up, but he knew he looked quite intimidating, so he sat back down and his expression softened. 'Please. Let me help you.' He shifted back into his lion form, and even though his pelt still hung off his skinny frame, the thought of helping someone gave him a new energy. 'So, what do you say?' he asked. The setting sun highlighted the gold of his mane, and muscles stood out like thick ropes in his legs. He was a very imposing figure, and it was pretty hard to imagine a mortal human standing up to him, let alone trying to fight him. He got angry just thinking about this guy, how he had hurt so many people in so many ways.
Muse: Cry Me A River-Micheal Buble
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Post by wolflegend on Mar 14, 2010 17:28:10 GMT -5
Fiona got up and turned around. She dusted off her apnts then looked at the lion in the eyes. "Just please.. Let it go.." She said as she started to walk off towards her house with her monster of a father.
Fiona walked slowly, limping from a sprained ankle that stung like it would if you put your hand thorugh a flame of fire. Her features were perfect. Everything escept the bruises and cuts that covered her body.
OOC: Sorry it's so short. I have to do something really quick....
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Post by kaitlyn on Mar 14, 2010 17:49:09 GMT -5
Sadness welled up in Nat as he watched the girl limp away. He had to do something. But what? Would she think he was interfering with her buisness probably? And how did she do the sandwich thing? That could come in useful. He watched the girl walk away, opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again. He tilted his head up to watch the now empty sky.
The clouds were gathering. It was time for a storm.
He padded silently after the girl, placing his feet carefully on the forest floor so he made absolutely no noise. He tasted the air before proceeding in the footsteps of the shifter.
Sorry its short im running out of inspiration.
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Post by wolflegend on Mar 14, 2010 18:12:10 GMT -5
Changed location: downtown streets
Fiona walked down the streetts of Downtown. She walked slowly, still lmping, not even noticing the shifter that was stalking her, or well, rather following her.
Fiona walked down the street further then turned down an alley and walked into a hidden door.. She stopped right in front of a window andw as greeted by a man inside. He was tall and muscular like a guy that would be found in the military. She was elled at by the man when she just looked down and started crying. crying for what was about to happen.
The man told her to look at him and she did as told to. The man struck her across the face and she was left on the floor. THe man kicked her and punched her repeatedly. Fiona cried for him to stop, but was too weak to do anything about it. The man kicked her again and then smacked her a couple more times so now her face was a cherry red on her left left cheek. She would have major bruises on her stomach and arms now that she had been kicked with a steel toed boot.
The man went to the door and opened it he told her to get out and not come back for an hour. It was getting cold outside. It had dropped to freezing temperatures.
Fiona tried to get up, but just layed there on the floor, unable to move. The man kicked her and then she ended up at the front door. He backed up and kicked hera again, this time hard. I mean Hard.
She ended up falling down the ten steps it took to get to the small apartment and then landed on the ground with a thump. She lay there, lifeless. She cried as she felt her body wash with pain.
Her vision started to be surrounded with black as she heard feint noises being drowned out. She started to be going 'out cold' the man had knocked her out and the pain was unbarable.
She let the world go and she went into a sleepless sleep. The door to the apartment swung open and the man came out again and then took a knife and cut her skin down her bicep. It started to bleed badly. The man took her jacket off of her and wiped the blade clean then took both the jacket and the knife back in with him and shut the door with a slam.
With the size cut she now had in her arm, she would die in only minutes for how serious and deep it was.
She started to let go of the world again and lay there lifeless, but still alive. She was sknocked out cold. She started to grow cold and started to be coated in blood.
Although the girl named Fiona was knocked out, tears streamed down her face as she lay there against the wall in the dirt and debris on the ground.
If she wasn't back inside in precisly an hour, she would get the same treatment.
All of a suden it started to rain and the same girl started to get soaked as she layed there, still lifeless yet alive.
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