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message 1: by Tessa (last edited Aug 15, 2015 07:12PM) (new)

Tessa  (panicrocks95) | 1539 comments Name: Vivienne Marina
Alias: Marnie

Age: 21

Appearance:

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Height: 5'1"
Weight: 115lbs
Hair: auburn brown
Eyes: dark forest green
Markings: light scattered freckles; well hidden scars

Occupation: RN at two places, custodial at another.

Personality Traits:
メ Adaptable
メ Calm
メ Clever
メ Daydreamer
メ Easily Discouraged
メ Holds a Grudge
メ Resourceful
メ Reserved
メ Wishful

History: Vivienne was raised mostly by her stay at home mother, she didn't know her doting father that worked so many hours was the reason her mother kept ending up in the emergency room, she believed each and every time her parents told her that her mom was just clumsy and accident prone. In her second year of high school her mother disappeared, her father said she had run off with another man, but by then she had her suspicions about what had been happening between them, and what had happened to her mother. Her last two years of high school consisted of her working two jobs, studying to become a nurse, and, without her mother as the buffer, taking whatever her father threw her way, literally and figuratively. He got fired just after she got her diploma and she added an extra job to keep him happy as she finished school to become an RN. Now, working night shift at one hospital, afternoon at another, and cleaning a small office every morning she has been able to get him what he wants. Calling in a couple times a month to hide whatever can't be covered with makeup helps keep herself out of trouble, luckily he is usually coherent enough to steer clear of hitting anywhere that might get him caught, not that she'd tell anyone, she can handle him herself.

Other:


message 2: by Deanna (last edited Aug 18, 2015 12:07AM) (new)

Deanna | 477 comments Name: Foster Ellis
Alias: L

Age: 26

Appearance:

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Height: 6'0"
Weight: 160lbs
Hair: black coffee
Eyes: storm cloud grey
Markings: covered in tattoos and piercings; scars made invisible by body art.

Occupation: tattoo artist; bartender.

Personality Traits:
メ Goofy
メ Temperamental
メ Quick to Act
メ Protective
メ Charming
メ Underhanded
メ Excitable
メ Amorous
メ Tactile
メ Artistic
メ Loyal

History: Home-hopping has never been considered a healthy lifestyle for any child, but L made it work. Though never a bad kid, Foster was a handful with an unfortunate affinity for bending the rules--two traits no underpaid, overworked foster parent wants to deal with. For this reason, this orphan saw the inside of far too many homes growing up, some decent, some horrific. The one constant in every home: the weaker kids flocked to him. With a naturally protective air, L had a tendency to step in for the smaller kids. Whether it be to protect them from a bully or take the punishment of an abusive parent on himself, he protected his own, taking the pain for the moment and planning his revenge later. Despite the abuse he experienced, Foster escaped relatively unscathed, with a new tattoo for every scar and a stronger distaste for authority figures with every home.

Other: Though he does well for himself, L dreams of the glamour and adventure only money can buy, and he is constantly on the lookout for his next opportunity, legal or not. In Foster's humble opinion, rules are meant to be broken anyways.


๖ۣۜSαᴙαh ๖ۣۜMᴄĄłłiƨʈeʀ (inked_chinadoll) Who is this guy?!?


๖ۣۜSαᴙαh ๖ۣۜMᴄĄłłiƨʈeʀ (inked_chinadoll) I just pinned a billion of him


message 6: by Tessa (new)

Tessa  (panicrocks95) | 1539 comments Marnie pulled the black backpack over her shoulders and zipped the almost as dark Navy blue hoodie up to her neck, thinking silently to herself as she checked the entryway window for stray hairs out of place or anything else. Her bank account was in the red, both hospitals were cutting her hours, and she still needed something to appease her father for the remainder of the week. Putting as hand on the door she froze when she heard her father's voice coming from the living room, "Vivienne, where are you going?" he asked, his tone growling and accusatory, though he didn't make a move to get up from his spot lying across the stained couch, or look away from whatever depressing or angry new program he was watching. "I'm heading to the store daddy, do you want anything?" he just grunted and answered with "Captain Morgan's, none o' that cheep stuff this time." With an inaudible sigh she nodded, "Okay, I'll be back in a couple hours." without giving him time to answer again she was out the door, pulling her hood up and shoving her hands in her hoodie pockets, she was glad it was cool with the end of autumn, otherwise she would have looked very strange.

She hadn't technically lied to him, she was going to a store, she just hadn't told him why or which one. The unfamiliar weight in the top of her bag was comforting as she reminded herself over and over that the guy that owned Little Richie's was a gold digging jerk, he was the only person who actually liked her dad in town, and only because he was just as bad. She looked in the front window slightly, seeing that the only employee on the floor was a young high school boy, one she thankfully didn't know. She secured her hood again, pulled a teal surgical mask over her face, and took the small black gun that she'd taken from her dad's safe out of her backpack.


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Deanna | 477 comments Foster Ellis took the last drag off of his clove cigarette and dropped the butt on the sidewalk, holding the sweet, burning smoke in his lungs long enough to see stars before letting it out. He stared in the window of the pawn shop, Little Richie's. Ha. Fucking joke. The only thing little about Richard Parvey was his moral code. At this exact moment, Richie was nowhere to be seen, which likely meant that the snake was hiding in the back, nursing a fifth of Jack and napping.

"Uncle Richie" had been a regular house guest at one of L's foster homes years ago. He'd been seven at the time, and Richie had had more hair, but Foster recognized the sadist the minute he laid eyes on him and had been scoping his shop ever since. Not only could Foster always use the extra cash, but hitting this bastard in the wallet was too tempting to pass up.

He passed a hand thoughtfully over the raised, circular scar artfully hidden by the rose on his neck--a perfect match with Richie's favorite cigar--and pulled the brim of his fedora lower. Gloves, long sleeves, and a thick scarf effectively covered the man's body art and face, With a last look at the teen behind the register, he patted the compact Ruger in his jacket and made to step from the shadows.

But he stopped short. A figure stood just to the side of the door, so small it looked like a child until she turned and he realized it was a woman, visibly shaking, with a hospital mask over her face and a gun clasped uncomfortably in her small hands. What were the odds?

He stepped forward, hands up, and eyed the woman. "Hey there, pretty lady. You come here often?"


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Tessa  (panicrocks95) | 1539 comments Having trouble keeping up her deep breaths Marnie jumped when a voice sounded beside her, "Hey there, pretty lady. You come here often?" it asked and she fixed her dark green gaze on the tall man. He was all covered, similar to her, but with more style, as he stood next to her with a slight smirk on his face. "Eh? No!" she said through the mask, shoving the gun into her jacket pocket and hoping he hadn't seen it. What on earth was he doing here? Nobody came during this time of day, though she'd only been in there a few times to pawn off some things her dad wouldn't miss she'd still watched the store for the passed few weeks to see when the best time to carry out her plan was, and now this guy was going to screw it all up.


message 9: by Deanna (new)

Deanna | 477 comments He let his arms drop from the "I surrender" position when he realized the girl was shoving the gun back into her pocket. Did she think he hadn't seen it? Her wide, terrified eyes--all he could see of her--were a deep green, and her chest beneath the baggy hoodie was rising and falling rapidly. Approaching the little thing like one would a caged animal, Foster murmured, "hey, it was a joke. Calm down." His face stretched into a disarming smile as he continued, "from the piece you just shoved in your pocket, I get the feeling you and I were just thinking the same thing."


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Tessa  (panicrocks95) | 1539 comments Marnie backed up slightly, keeping her hand on the gun in her pocket. "I'm perfectly calm." She muttered, looking in the window again to make sure the teenager was still distracted on his phone. "And I wasn't thinking anything, I have no idea what your talking about." her voice was hissing, sounding stressed and nervous. Maybe she should just go home, forget about it, find another way to get the money, but she couldn't do that, not now that she'd come, she had to finish, and Richie deserved it. The stranger's smile was cute, too cute, it made him untrustworthy, "I'm going in there, you're walking away." This time her voice sounded somewhat calmer, and extremely stubborn.


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Deanna | 477 comments "Of course you are, love," he reassured her, pausing when she looked fit to bolt. And suddenly, her eyes hardened again, resolve clear in the earthy depths.

" . . . you're going to walk away . . . " Taking another step to emphasize their height difference, L's grin broadened. "Is that so?" he asked cheekily. "And I'm assuming you'll be the one to make me?" He'd always had a thing for bossy women.


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Tessa  (panicrocks95) | 1539 comments Marnie almost stepped back again, but held her ground at the last minute, puffing herself up to look as threatening as possible. "Yes. I'll make you if I have too." She narrowed her dark eyes and her grip on the gun tightened, her finger resting on the trigger dangerously, thought it was in her pocket so if she shot. "You don't get it, I don't have a choice, I need the money and Richie is gonna get what's coming to him." Her voice was significantly quieter this time, as if she expected someone to wander down the deserted street.


message 13: by Deanna (new)

Deanna | 477 comments Impressed with her courage, he nodded. "I actually believe you, but slow down, there, firecracker--" Before he could continue, she was interrupting him quietly, entreating him to leave. He listened intently to her frantic voice before stopping her. "There's where you're wrong, babe," he answered. "I may not know how badly you need cash, but I do understand what a shitty excuse for a human old Richie Rich is." He jacked a thumb towards the building as he spoke, the cogs in his mind began to turn. "But I also know that you don't want to go in there guns blazing. Richie may not be visible, but he's there, probably drunk in his office." Foster eyed feisty little person before him. "You seem like you can take care of yourself, but two against one is hardly a fair fight. If he wakes up and you're in there on your own, you're fucked." Maybe . . . " he trailed off thoughtfully before his expression darkened, "maybe we can help each other out. You're not the only one who wants to hit Richie where it hurts."


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Tessa  (panicrocks95) | 1539 comments The fight was going on in her head now, she could let him help, get out of there with the cash, and run, but what if he was one of Richie's goons just leading her on? He didn't sound like one, but of course he could be lying. Letting out a breath she huffed quietly, she didn't think Richie would be there right now, she'd never seen him around that time, but it would make sense that he was trashed in the back. "Yea maybe, but I will shoot your ass if you step out of line, just so you know." she shot him a look that she hoped told him that she wasn't kidding, though she wasn't so sure he'd believe her.


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Deanna | 477 comments He knew he had her at this point. The firecracker's eyes had softened, shimmering with uncertainty at the mention of Richie. When her deliberation was finally complete, she spoke God, she was adorable. L offered a goofy salute before stepping closer. "I'm not gonna lie," he whispered theatrically. "All this flirting is really getting me hot, but we should focus on the mission." Before she could retort, he continued. "Okay, so I'm thinking I'll distract pizza-face in there . . . " he glanced in the window at the kid, who was currently scratching--was he really? Yes, scratching his ass. " . . . shouldn't be too difficult, and you grab what you can from the behind the counter: cash, jewelry, etcetera, you know." Suddenly serious, Foster touched her shoulder lightly to make sure she was understood his next words: "Only pull the gun if you have to, okay? We don't want anyone getting hurt. I've got your back." With that, he turned and entered the shop, holding the door for his new acquaintance. The teen barely looked up as the door closed before returning to his comic book, and looked annoyed at the interruption when L approached him. Ensuring his hat blocked his face from the cameras, he lowered his scarf to speak to the unobservant kid. "Excuse me," he said, winning smile back in place, "but do you think you could get that music box off of the top shelf over there? I'd love to take another look at it." One glance at Foster would have had any normal person asking questions. He was surely tall enough to reach the shelf on his own, but the kid huffed and stepped from behind the counter, retrieving his step-ladder on the way, and sulked all the way to the back of the shop. With the kid out of the way, he winked back at the nervous-looking young woman. It was now or never.


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Tessa  (panicrocks95) | 1539 comments Flirting? She was not flirting with this cocky bastard! She opened her mouth to answer but he was already talking again, his joking drawl getting on her nerves now, but at least he seemed to know what he was doing, which of course made her a little bit more nervous around him. Disgusting, was all she could think of as she walked the greasy haired teenager, he had to be related to Richie. She nodded in understanding as the stranger said "Only pull the gun if you have to, okay? We don't want anyone getting hurt. I've got your back." She wasn't quite sure if she believed him, but she didn't have a choice, so off they went. Ducking in behind him she wandered off to the edge of the store, glancing back at him as he distracted the kid. Looking up again she saw the pair walking in he opposite direction and the taller man give her a wink, letting her know to head over. Quick on her feet she silently slid across the room and behind the counter, the nervousness mixing with the adrenaline that was currently kicking in, this wasn't a good thing to be doing, but why did it feel like it? Momentarily thanking God for her height as she easily made herself even shorter to hide behind the tall counter. She twisted the key on the register drawer and winced when it made a loud clicking noise, but she didn't risk looking over to check if he had noticed. Shoving the money into her backpack Marnie looked over at the glass jewelry case, it was locked too. Of course it was, what was she thinking? The drawer key was to small to open it, what else could do. By some ridiculous chance she looked just over the counter toward the two other people currently in the room, and lying right in front of her was another key, the boy's idiocy was going to help her after all. Unlocking the jewelry case she grabbed anything that looked valuable, including a few knives that were being stored in the front. Leaving the case and the register open she only just now thought of the the fingerprints she must have left on everything, taking her hoodie sleeve she wiped off the key, the drawer, and the case, then zipped her backpack and started back for the door.


message 17: by Deanna (last edited Aug 20, 2015 04:33PM) (new)

Deanna | 477 comments The teen did notice the loud click of the register, but Foster snagged his attention quickly back, asking if he knew anything about when the box had been made, opening it to quiz the boy on what the tune was, and even asking for an opinion on the comic he'd noticed him reading. Finally, the boy's attention could no longer be averted, and he glanced curiously back at his register. With a gasp, he yelped a frantic "hey!" before turning to sprint toward the tiny girl, who was in the process of ditching him? Rude.

Music box still clutched in his hand, L pulled his ruger from within his coat and stepped in front of the boy. "Turn around, kid. Just turn around and we walk. No need for me to waste ammo." After the teen slowly turned away, Foster spun and slipped from the shop, easily catching up to the short-legged girl. "In about ten seconds, Richie is gonna be on the street with a shotgun. And the owner of the club next door will send his bouncers after us. You're gonna have to trust me on this." Wrapping an arm around her slim shoulders, he tugged her into the first alley they passed and pushed her to the ground behind a dumpster, dropping a mattress he'd earlier hollowed out over her small form. Foster took a step back to admire his handiwork--it merely looked like an old, rotted mattress--before sliding into the small space next to her and holding a quieting finger to her lips. Heavy footfalls sounded nearby, and he held his breath, praying the thugs would pass them by.


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Tessa  (panicrocks95) | 1539 comments "Eh?!" Marnie exclaimed when she heard the strangled "Hey!" come from the boy, then the calm words from whoever the man was, but she was out the door running, getting away both of them as fast as she could.

When she felt a tug on her arm Marnie looked back to see the fedora clad man behind her. "In about ten seconds . . . You're gonna have to trust me on this." was all she heard before he was dragging down an alley, which was easy since he was so much bigger than her. Her eyes widened when she was practically tossed at the ground, and was even more surprised when he threw a dirty mattress on top of her. She wanted to yell at him, to throw it off and run again, but while her eyes glared Marnie felt a giggle bubble up out of her chest. Thankfully she was able to quiet it as she pushed his hand away and pulled the surgical mask down.


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Deanna | 477 comments The tiny space between mattress was cramped at best, as it was originally meant for one. Fortunately for both, the girl was miniature, so it had been relatively easy to squeeze in beside her. So there they lay, shoulder to shoulder, heads together, slowly collecting more filth from the gravel beneath them.

And suddenly, the girl was shoving his hand away and removing her mask and . . . smiling? When she began to shake with silent laughter, he knew. The adrenaline had finally taken its toll. And he wanted to laugh too. Clamping down on his own mirth, L waited a few more seconds, hearing nothing but cars driving by and the thumping bass from the nearby club, before easing the mattress away from them and reaching down to help up his new accomplice.

Pulling the gloves from his hands and adjusting his hat and scarf to reveal his pierced face, he took a second to examine the woman before him. She looked like a china doll, with her sweet features and short stature. He wanted to put her in his pocket.

Instead, however, the charismatic young man opted for an introduction. "I'm L," he offered, holding out one inked hand.


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Tessa  (panicrocks95) | 1539 comments Hey silent giggles turned into quiet laughter as Marnie pushed herself up. She couldn't believe that she'd actually just robbed a store, and so far had also gotten away with it. Taking L's hand she let him pull her the way of the way up and she shot him a grin before taking his hand introducing herself as well. "Uh- Marnie, I'm Marnie. And I haven't done anything like that before. Was it supposed to be fun? Because it was fun. But oh my lord I just broke the law. Am I going to prison? Will I lose my job? I mean I hate my job, all three of them, I'm supposed to be helping people but I really just take their insurance money, but I really need those jobs." her mind was racing, and just as fast as the thoughts went through her brain they practically fell out her mouth at near lightning speed. Suddenly stopping she looked at L, which was obviously not his real name, unless he'd meant Elle, but since that was a girls' name it was doubtful. "Sorry- Uhm-" She was about to start talking again when the metal in his face distracted her, normally she found things like that to be unattractive, but on L it looked almost cute, well cute in a bad boy, pierced, inked, cocky, totally knows he's cute, kind of way, but still. "Anyway, I have to go, I have to stop by the store before I go home." She checked her watch, holding her fist so tight that her knuckles were turning white as she prayed that it hadn't been more than an hour or so. She shed the baggy black hoodie, revealing a fitted black tank top that was just a shade darker than her jeans. Running a hand through her auburn hair she pulled the slightly tangles out of the waves and looked at L again. "Thanks for the help, but if I'm late- Don't want to think about it." she smiled slightly, making her words almost look like a joke, even though she was dead serious.


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Deanna | 477 comments He looked on, amused, as he listened to the words spill from the doll's lips as quickly as they flew through her mind. When would she realize she still hadn't dropped his hand? Foster sure as hell wasn't planning on saying anything. Marnie's hand, as expected, was dainty and soft, but hesitant, as if she wasn't used to being touched. "Marnie?" he asked hesitantly, when she showed no signs of stopping. And still she continued. "Marnie . . . Marnie!" He released her hand to clutch her face between his palms. "You're not going to be caught. Richie isn't the type to get involved with the police, and he didn't see either of our faces. You're not losing your jobs. And yeah," he grinned triumphantly. It was fun."

Once satisfied that the girl was calm, he let his tattooed hands drop. As he watched her come down off of the nerves and adrenaline, L suddenly decided he wasn't ready to part ways yet, but then she was looking at her watch, and she was suddenly frantic, hands balled into tiny fists and the eyes of a frightened rabbit. Oh, there was a story there, and for some reason, he wanted to hear it. "Wait--" he touched her elbow before she could turn away. His smile was charming again. "Let me walk you?"


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Tessa  (panicrocks95) | 1539 comments As Marnie babbled almost she practically didn't notice when L brought his hands up to her face, though out of habit she did flinch slightly when she saw his hand out of the corner of her eye. Taking a silent breath she checked her watch again, he'd offered to walk her, and it couldn't hurt could it? He could walk with her to the liquor store, then they could go their separate ways, if her father saw her walking home with a man he'd probably go for his gun, which was incidentally in the bottom of her backpack. "Uhm- Okay, I'd like that actually. I'm heading to mini mart on Vineland, so it's just a couple blocks down."


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Deanna | 477 comments He noted her flinch with appall. It was a classic sign of abuse. Now he really wanted to get to know her. Curiosity burned. Who was abusing her? Was that who she was in such a rush to return to? The idea that someone would dare hit someone so small, so obviously kind instantly set him off, but he held his questions. If Marnie was anything like Foster, she would not be quick to share.

"Lead the way," he smiled, tucking his hands into the pockets of his jacket and stepping just close enough to brush her shoulders randomly as they walked. He suddenly felt protective of the girl beside him. He understood what it was like to feel helpless. The shame, the fear, and the pride all combined to form a shell around a person that took time and care to dismantle. But now, he knew he couldn't walk away. "So, Marnie," he asked good-naturedly. "What do you do for a living? Besides, you know burglarizing abusive drunks."


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Tessa  (panicrocks95) | 1539 comments Marnie glanced around as they walked back onto the main sidewalk, her shoulder though much lower than his own touched his every now and then, but she didn't feel the need to keep her distance, in fact she really didn't mind at all. At the question a thought ran across her mind, she lived with an abusive drunk too, but she'd never tell anyone that, she could deal with her own problems. "I'm an ER nurse." She said, thinking again that she wished she could do more to help people and less taking their money.

Turning the corner they continued their short jaunt to the mini-mart, which was more like a gas station with a liquor license. She looked in the window and cracked a slight smile as she saw the elderly clerk reading his newspaper and sitting on a high stool behind the faded counter, he was always so nice, even when she was stressed, in a hurry, and frustrated.


message 25: by Deanna (last edited Aug 27, 2015 04:23PM) (new)

Deanna | 477 comments She didn't lean away as they meandered down the street, a fact that surprised the inked man. Her other mannerisms clearly indicated a victim of abuse, likely physical. Her visible skin didn't show any signs of the abuse, but some people were more careful about where they placed their scars.

"That must be hard," he murmured. "I bet you see some gruesome stuff." He fell silent, thinking back to his own frequent visits to the ER. Protecting his own often landed the older boy in urgent care with broken or dislocated bones, infected burns, and other unsavory wounds.

The bell on the door tinkled cheerily as they stepped into the dingy store. Foster didn't miss the little smile that graced Marnie's face as the old man at the counter grinned up at her. "Marnie, sweetie! You look beautiful, as always." Stepping off of his stool, the white-haired clerk came around the counter to wrap the tiny woman in a hug.


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Tessa  (panicrocks95) | 1539 comments ((Yea he's an NPC so we can both play him totally easily, he's been selling her alcohol since she was sixteen because he knows it's not for her and that she'll come in beat up on the next visit if he doesn't, but he also hasn't said anything to anyone else because she's warned against it and the little town in very keep your business to yourself.))


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Tessa  (panicrocks95) | 1539 comments Gruesome didn't even begin to cover some of the things she'd seen in the two ERs she worked in, people came in with the stupidest, weirdest, and grossest injuries and illnesses, some of which could have been easily dealt with at home, and some should have been looked at weeks beforehand. "Oh darling you don't want to know, just say I have a very strong stomach." she chuckled, opening the dirt lined glass door and listening as the clerk greeted her happily. "Hey Earl, how's the new dog?" She asked, his wife had passed away last year and she'd helped him find a pet when he'd mentioned being lonely. The dog was a rescue, and was just as grouchy as he was, they were absolutely perfect together from what Marnie had seen, even the mutt seemed to be constantly smiling. "She's great, on the back porch right now snoozing." His blue eyes sparkled the same way they did when he mentioned his late wife and he continued the same wrinkled smile as Marnie pulled a bottle of Captain Morgan's from the liquor section of the store. "Is you're dad doing any better." he asked, his voice seemed slightly concerned if you recognized the tone and he stepped around the counter again to ring up the bottle, at half price. "H-he's fine, you know, always the same." She laughed again, but this time it was forced and short. "You let me know if you need a little extra cash or something princess." he said, giving her another hug after she'd paid, and he stepped back around to hand her the brown paper bag.


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Deanna | 477 comments ((I think we should have him try and pry about her dad once they leave the shop, and she should clam up and tell him to leave her alone. Then, when he keeps pushing she can get pissed and be like, seriously, you don't know what you're talking about, and she can leave and insist he let her leave. He can let her go reluctantly, and we can end the scene. Maybe you can do a one-off of her getting home, and I can do one of him getting home and we can end scene? Then we can start up maybe a week later. Maybe he can just not stop thinking about the girl from that night and want to check on her, so he shows up in random emergency rooms till he finds her.))


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Tessa  (panicrocks95) | 1539 comments ((Sounds good to me~))


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Deanna | 477 comments It was nice to see the old man treat Marnie with such care, and the fact that she accepted his affections meant that all was not lost for her.

L looked on, confused, as Earl asked her a question.

How's her dad?

And she was buying booze . . .

And she was in a terrible rush to get home.

Was her father the one abusing her?

Earl certainly seemed more worried for her than her father.

As the pair left the store, Foster quietly asked, "I might be overstepping, here, but are you good to go home alone?" It was a sensitive topic for anyone, he knew, but he very badly wated to know.


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Tessa  (panicrocks95) | 1539 comments Good to go home alone? Why wouldn't she be? She could take care of herself, and she certainly didn't need some obviously practiced criminal worrying about her. After putting the rum into her backpack over the black hoodie she pulled the straps onto her shoulders and looked up at L. "Overstepping is right, I'm fine, and I have to go. Stay out of trouble." She said shortly, pushing her reddish hair out of her face and starting down the street again, without waiting for him to follow, and hoping he wouldn't.


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Deanna | 477 comments "Wait--" L started, taking a step toward the fiery woman. But it was too late. She was in defense mode now. There would be no reasoning with her now. It would be better to let her go.

He sighed wearily. Foster didn't like it, letting her walk back into the wolf's den. But she would be alright. She was tough, and it seemed she'd made it this long without his help. "Be careful, Firefly," the tattooed man called quietly to the girl's retreating back. He wasn't sure where the name came from; it just popped into his head, but it fit. He didn't know her, but he could tell, she was small and probably beaten down often, but there was a spark in Marnie that couldn't be quelled.

"Until we meet again," he whispered. This wasn't the last they'd be seeing of each other.


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Tessa  (panicrocks95) | 1539 comments Opening her faded, tan front door Marnie silently prayed that her father was asleep on the couch, and as she walked in and peeked into the living room she let out the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, he was out cold with the blinds and curtains shut and the TV on some random science channel show, perfect. Leaving the rum on the table where he'd see it when he woke up she hurriedly left the room to head stairs to her own.

With another nervous breath she opened her backpack once she shut her bedroom door, almost to make sure that the money and jewelry was still there, that she hadn't dreamt the whole thing, but it was there, sitting quietly just under her baggy black hoody. Taking the gun out of the top Marnie shoved the bag beneath her bed and opened her door again, looking down the hallway before sneaking into her father's empty bedroom and replacing the gun.

She was in the clear, it was done, and she was going back to her room to get an hour or two of sleep before she had to make dinner and go to work, but instead she came face to face with her father on the other side of his bedroom door. "You going through my stuff again?" he asked, his scratchy voice and horrible breath making it apparent that he'd just woken up. "No! Of course not!" Marnie said quickly, slipping past him into the hallway, with a short glare he walked into his room slammed the door in her face and yelled through it. "Make dinner, I'm hungry!" And Marnie's plan to sleep flew out the window, but that was fine, for now, it was a Tuesday, it shouldn't be too busy at the hospital tonight.

Back downstairs Marnie had taken the time to change into scrubs pants and a light yellow tank to make chili dogs for dinner. As she opened the lid of the chili on the stove it splashed red on her shirt and she cursed quietly, rubbing at it with a damp paper towel as the hot dogs sizzled in the pan next to her. Once she'd called up to her father that dinner was done she almost immediately heard heavy footsteps rambling down the stairs slowly. She turned around with a plate laden with chili and cheese and set it on the table in front of where her father had just sat down. Just turning around again to get her own plate she felt her shirt being yanked hard, dumping the plate out of her hand and spilling chili all over the white tiled floor. "Now look what you did, pig. Clean it up." With the palm of his large hand he pushed her to the floor, where she fell onto her knees with a grunt. "if you hadn't gotten food all over yourself in the first place this wouldn't have happened now would it?" he said, his voice actually sounding like he was joking now. Pushing herself up to get the dish towel off of the side of the sink her father grabbed her hair from behind her "Did I say you could get up yet?" He said in a threatening whisper, but she didn't give him a reaction, it would only make it worse, and she couldn't help but think that unfortunately this evening would be extraordinarily similar to every other night, and she also couldn't wait to get to work.


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Deanna | 477 comments The studio apartment was dark when he returned home. It had been mid-afternoon when he and marnie parted ways, but he couldn't bring himself to go home just yet.

So he walked.

And walked.

And thought.

Who was this girl? Why had he never seen her before? Had he made the right decision letting her go? Would she be okay another night with whoever was abusing her? He knew it only took a little action to set someone like that off. What if he finally lost all control? But where did he look for her? The town was small, but he'd never seen her before.

Quiet whining and whimpering could be heard from within his apartment, and it brought a small smile to the man's face as he swung the door wide to see Polly, his lovable pit sitting impatiently at the door, positively shaking with excitement.

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"Okay, Polly, c'mere," he laughed, holding his ground as the dog hurled herself at her person, paws hooked around his waists as if in a hug.

Grabbing her leash and hooking Polly to it, L re-locked his door, and hurried into the night. Food could wait for a while, and he would start his search for Marnie tomorrow.

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Deanna | 477 comments Foster's took a breath, turning the keys in door to Croolie's--the bar he worked at--a whole thirty minutes quicker than normal. It had been a slow night, and he'd made shit tips, but relief still flooded the man as he reminded himself he could continue his search for Marnie.

He'd spent his first day trying every ward at Montgomery Memorial, but every time he asked for her, the nurses either looked clueless or clammed up, staring at his tattoos and the pack of cigarettes sticking out of his pants pocket. It never ceased to amazing the bartender how much people let their judgments rule them. He bet Marnie's dad looked perfectly respectable when he wanted to, and no one even considered she might be receiving his wrath.

So tonight, he had a different plan. Rushing home to take Polly for her walk, Foster hopped back onto his bike and sped to Lincoln Hostpital, the only other medica facility in town.

If she wasn't here, he wasn't sure what to do.

The waiting room was near empty, and he quickly found himself on a bed, watching nurses hustle by to help the other small number of patients.

That was when he saw her. Burnt Sienna curls cut short, short, curvy body. Yep. It was her.

A thrill of excitement shot through L's tattooed chest, and he watched her go. Even her gait oozed confidence, and control. And for that, he admired her.

Foster couldn't wait another minute, and his chance would soon pass him by, so he spoke, "Marnie!"


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Tessa  (panicrocks95) | 1539 comments A couple days later and the proof Marnie had of her momentary lapse of judgement was the bag full of cash and jewelry that she'd only taken about fifty dollars out of for fear of someone calling her out, and the memory of the practiced, gun toting, thief that had helped her get it. She was too busy with everything else happening in her busy schedule to think much about the man, L was his name she believed, whatever kind of name that was. Until he almost plowed her over while she was on her way for the children's ward back to the ER at Lincoln Hospital. "Eh?" The two nurses she was passing turned around to stare at the someone attractive tattooed man that had just called her name. "Viv, you know this guy?" Asked Marie as if she wanted to be the one to know kim, she was a tiny Hospice nurse with a long blonde ponytail and a habit of bringing a different man home every night. "Uh- I wouldn't say that- I have to go." She answered quickly, quickly turning around and speeding off down the hallway, her coworkers looking on confused as her normal stride changed to a quick, nervous one.


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Deanna | 477 comments Standing, Foster eased past the blonde nurse. She was attractive, no doubt, a few days ago, the sultry gaze of the hot little number might have distracted him, but since that fateful Tuesday afternoon, he hadn't been able to get the little Firefly out of his head.

Had they called her Viv? Maybe she'd given him a fake name. He certainly hadn't give her is first name, but no one called him by his first name.

She quickly denied their acquaintance and sped away, but with far longer strides, L caught up with the auburn-haired girl quickly. He fell into step with her, easily keeping pace, and keeping his distance. He was just here to make sure she was alright, to see her again, not harass her. "Marnie, wait. I just want to talk."

She said nothing,

He wanted so badly to take her arm, pull her to a stop, turn her to face him, but he wouldn't touch her. She was very obviously touched against her will far too often. The only way he would touch her was with her permission.

And so she kept walking. And he followed.

"Please," he begged quietly. "Just have coffee with me? Or I'll wait until your shift ends, and we could have breakfast? My treat!" Finally, the mutterings of "leave me alone," and "go away, I'm trying to work," became too much, and he stepped in front of her, effectively forcing her to stop, just for a moment, long enough to duck his head and catch her annoyed, deep green gaze. "Viv, was it? Please, give me a chance. I had to see you."


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Tessa  (panicrocks95) | 1539 comments Looking slightly jealous, and yet proud of her friend to land a guy like this stranger, Marie watched the reddish haired nurse head down the hallway, beginning to whisper quietly to the one beside her.

Instead of answering him she turned down the next corner, a quiet hallway that was really only used by the people who knew the building very well. Turning another corner she wished the ER was closer, or that he would give up and leave her alone since she was obviously not going answer him, until L stepped in front of her, his height making her almost nervous as he did so. She backed up a step and fixed her features into what she hoped was an extremely annoyed reaction. "We have nothing to talk about." Marnie said in a hissing whisper that she was trying to make intimidating, "You helped me and I thanked you for it, but now it's done." Viv he'd called her Viv, disgusting, at least it wasn't Vivienne, that's what her dad called her, she liked Marnie better but she'd known everyone she works with so long that she couldn't change her name now. "Don't call me that." She snapped, then softening er features the tiniest bit she crossed her arms. "Why exactly did you have to see me? What's it to you?"


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Deanna | 477 comments She stayed. That was a good sign. The little firecracker hadn't skirted around him or pushed past, but she did take a step back. Did she think he would forcibly detain her? God, he hoped not.

"I wasn't looking for a 'thank you . . . '" he said, bewildered. "That guy deserved it, and I felt like being a sidekick," he grinned.

Foster's stormy eyes widened at her acid tone, and he threw up his inky hands in surrender. "Okay, okay, sorry! I think I'll just call you Firefly," he offered. "Unless you have some reason to hate that, too?"

Even as her eyes began to soften, Marnie's arms crossed in front of her, forming that familiar, protective barrier. The empathetic man knew what it was like, knew the fear that came with trying to trust someone new after everyone around you proves you shouldn't. What ate at him was the fact that she had to understand that feeling. The image of anyone abusing someone so much smaller than them made his chest burn.

Her question brought him out of his brooding reverie with a mild start. How did he answer that? "I don't know . . . I just--" why was he nervous? Rubbing the back of his neck, Foster continued, eyeing her beseechingly. "I can't get you outta my head, Marnie." He fell silent. Unsure what else to say.


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Tessa  (panicrocks95) | 1539 comments What was his problem? Marnie really didn't need this right now, but he was obviously not going away anytime soon. And what kind of name was firefly? She had to admit it was somewhat cute, but she wasn't sure it fit her, she was more like an obedient dog, or a floor mat, that would have fit better as well.

Taking a breath she finally looked from his forehead, where she'd been focusing before, down to his grey eyes, they made her stomach float a bit and she switched back on her glare. L, or whoever he was, was way too cute for his own good, and that mixed with what he'd helped her do made him far too untrustworthy in her opinion.

"Mm, let's make a deal, I have coffee with you when I get off, then you'll leave me alone, for good." Hoping he'd jump on the idea she unfolded her arms and straightened her pale pink scrubs shirt, quickly blew the strays hairs out of her face, then attempted to walk around Foster.


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Deanna | 477 comments Her response had the affectionate man taking a step forward, ready to wrap her in a hug, he remembered who he was dealing with and quickly stopped himself. Rather than make a complete fool of himself in front of the already exasperated nurse, Foster shoved his hands into his pockets and eyed her with a grin. Night shifts typically ended at six a.m., so he quickly did the math and spoke. "Coffee Palace at six thirty? If, after coffee, you still feel that way, I'll leave you alone . . . maybe." And with that, he dropped one lid in a wink and stepped aside to let her pass.

As the fiery woman turned a corner, he broke into a tiny happy dance, oblivious to possible watching eyes, and just as suddenly composed himself, leaving to hospital to head home, walk his dog, and prep to meet the Firefly.

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Two hours had never dragged so long.

At ten after six, a showered, redressed Foster sat at a corner table in coffee palace, blowing on his second steaming cup. He glanced at the clock. Was it broken? Had only one minute passed? Of its own accord, his jean-clad leg began to bounce, and he pushed his still-damp hair away from his face.

Would she come?

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Tessa  (panicrocks95) | 1539 comments Coffee Palace was just across the street, and she stopped there every day she worked at Lincoln anyway, so it wasn't like it would be out of her way. "Fine, now out, I'm supposed to be working." She said, already heading down the crisp white hallway and away from the man that she'd begrudgingly agreed to meet in just two hours. She almost hoped that her shift would never end.

After changing out of her scrubs and taking her wavy curls out of their tight bun to let them fall around her face Marnie made sure she was clocked out and waved to the night security guard outside as she slowly walked across the street and into the mostly empty coffee shop. "Good Morning Viv." Said the friendly barista with the dark brown hair and way too many ear piercings, her name was Gwen, and maybe she'd distract L from her, she looked like she'd be more his type then the tiny Marnie. "Good morning, can I get a peppermint mocha, with like a triple shot, seriously I'm gonna need it." She glanced around, her eyes landing on the tattooed man who she wished wasn't there. "Course, I'll bring it to you there I assume." She grinned, biting her tongue to keep from laughing at the look on Marnie's face, which produced a silver tongue wring between her teeth. "Thanks." She said quietly, turning go to the table where L sat.

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message 43: by Deanna (last edited Sep 03, 2015 09:02PM) (new)

Deanna | 477 comments So much caffeine . . .

He'd never sleep.

But it would all be worth it if she showed. He would change the firefly's mind about him. He had to.

But why? Why was he so obsessed with this girl?

As if she'd heard his thoughts, Marnie was suddenly there, handing money to the barista and looking his way warily. Fuck. He'd meant to pay for her drink.

As she approached, he was struck again by the tiny woman's beauty. Her skin was pale and smooth, with thick, auburn-brown hair falling over her narrow shoulders. But this time, she was wearing form-fitting clothes. Her argyle sweater clung to her curves, and damn did she have them. Her small body was proportioned perfectly, with thick thighs (probably muscular from walking across this hilly town to work every day), a narrow waist, and a perfect ra--ah! He shook himself. Snap out of it, asshole!

Great, now he looked like a total creep.

Standing, he let his normal grin return to his face. "You came!" L said, excitement evident in is features, and in one less-than-graceful sweep, he pulled the chair out for her, knocking his other hand into his coffee mug and sloshing hot liquid onto his hand. "Shit--ow!" With a quick glare at the offending drink, he wiped his stinging hand on his flannel and used a napkin to mop up the rest of his coffee before sitting down, ears suddenly red. He needed to get a grip. What was it about this little thing that had him so worked up?

"You can, uh, sit if you want to," he muttered, trying to locate his usual charming self.


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Tessa  (panicrocks95) | 1539 comments Almost takig the seat provided Marnie stepped backwards when L practically poured coffee all over the table. Covering the laugh that had bubbled up with a light cough she nodded.

She hadn't exactly come by choice, she was just afraid he might do something drastic and stupid like follow her home, which could likely get him killed, or at least hurt. That and it felt totally stalkerish, especially now that he'd found where she worked.

"I did, but only to tell you that you need to leave me alone." Her words were quick as she stood there nervously, still not taking the seat he'd so gracefully pulled out for her. "You can't just show up like that, I mean if it gets back to- nevermind." She stopped herself, glancing down at her watch by habit. "The point is you need to stop." She breathed quietly, as if she expected him to threaten her or something. She mentally thanked the heavens when Gwen showed up with her drink in a to-go cup.


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Deanna | 477 comments Foster felt himself panic for a minute at her hesitation. She couldn't leave yet! She just got there!

Quickly tossing the soiled napkins into the bin behind him, he turned back, eyes wide, almost pouty, but sincere, and was about to speak with the tatted barista arrived with a fancy drink for Marnie and a pot to refill his now empty mug. Waiting patiently for her to leave and offering a kind thank you when she did, he returned ed his attention to the girl. "Please," he asked quietly. "You said you'd have coffee with me, so just stay, just for a little bit? Afterward, I'll leave you alone. It'll be like you never met me."

He searched her eyes for that spark he'd seen a few nights before. "Come on, Firefly."


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Tessa  (panicrocks95) | 1539 comments She couldn't tell if his voice sounded desperate or stupid, maybe both, or maybe he was just playing her, that had to be it, nothing else made sense, and she wouldn't be played. For now she would play along, maybe even turn the tables.

Firefly, there it was again, the nickname she didn't ask for, but for some reason she felt a smile twitch at the edges of her mouth when he said it. "Fine, I'll stay until I finish my coffee, not a second more- unless you give me a reason to." She added the last part before she could think better of it, she didn't want him to think she wanted to stay, but the memory of their endeavour played through her mind and made her want to laugh again.

"I have to be home by 7:30 to have breakfast made by 8, so make it quick." She had an hour until then, but it would take her thirty minutes to walk back, which gave him that much time to give her a reason to see him again, but she doubted that would happen. She'd stay for fifteen minutes or so, however long it took to finish her coffee, then head home with the promise of never seeing the thief again, but did she want that? Yes she thought firmly, she wanted everything to go back to normal.


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Deanna | 477 comments With a soft sigh, Foster grinned at his table mate, a dimple evident in his left cheek. "Thats a relief!" he said, then dropped his voice, speeding the words he spoke next so they came out quick and quiet. "I was afraid I was gonna have to lock you in the trunk of my car to get you to stay . . . " watching, childishly entertained by his idiotic joke, L waited for her eyes to widen slightly in surprise. "Just kidding!" he said excitedly. "I could never do something like that." He gave her a sinister expression. "Because I drive motorcycle." He shook with silent laughter at his own joke, waiting for her stoic expression to lift, for a laugh to bubble from her chest. But for a moment, she only stared, giving him a look that clearly said "really?"

"C'mon!" he coaxed. "That was funny! Get it? I can't lock you in the trunk 'cause it's a motorcycle? It was joke!"

Why was she not laughing?!

Letting his shoulders slump slightly, he looked up at her through his surprising dark lashes. "Sorry. . . My sense of humor is a bit fucked up, I guess." Growing up, he'd developed that weird, dark sense of humor as a defense mechanism, and sometimes his jokes weren't as funny to other people.

Why did he keep putting his foot in his mouth with this girl?


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Tessa  (panicrocks95) | 1539 comments At L's joke Marnie's eyes widened, but she quickly fixed her face back to the neutral look she usually had. Was that seriously supposed to be a joke? It was horribly tacky and distasteful, and yet she almost felt the urge to laugh, almost. The motorcycle part was actually funny, ridiculous, but silently she felt herself laugh at the attempt at a joke, thankfully this time it didn't show. Of course he had a motorcycle, as if the way he looked and the awkward attempts at conversation didn't make him adorable enough, throw in the motorcycle and he went from cute to hot, and that was not something she needed, he would cause trouble and she had enough of that.

Sipping her coffee she waited till he was done babbling, he'd seemed so smooth when they'd first met, dealing with the kid at Richie's had been a breeze, but now just with her he was falling all over his words, as well as his limbs. "A bit, yea I can see that. It could be worse though, at least your humour simply involves your own stupid jokes." She shrugged, taking the seat this time, but sitting straight as a board, as if she was ready to get up and run out of the building as quickly as she could.


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Deanna | 477 comments Though the reaction he received wasn't as enthusiastic as he'd hoped, it was better than the disgust he'd been fearing. Exasperation was something he could deal with. He dealt with that every day--at both jobs. The people Foster worked with knew him to be likely one of the biggest goofballs on the planet. They also knew that, though his sense of humor was distasteful at best, his heart was in the right place. He just hoped Marnie would give him a chance to prove it to her.

"Hey," he retorted, only half-faking his offended tone. "I said it was fucked up, but I wouldn't go so far as to say it was stupid. That's just rude," he sniffed, regaining some of his gusto. His face suddenly became sincere as he thought of her earlier annoyance. "What's you sense of humor like, then. If yours is so great?"


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Tessa  (panicrocks95) | 1539 comments "Rude huh? That's your opinion." Marnie shrugged, his humor so far was stupid, where'd the guy that had helped her go? Maybe he'd been faking it, and really he was this awkward wanna-be comedian. With his next question she was fairly stumped, there were things she thought were funny, but she really wasn't the type of person to make jokes. "Sense of humor, hmph, I have none." She finally settled on after a few seconds of thinking. "No need for one, too busy."


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