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Post by Timur on Aug 13, 2016 17:32:12 GMT
Dean Winchester There hadn't been any security cameras and honestly that was the quickest way to check. It was just a small cut, nothing life threatening, but he probably did scare the poor girl. He took in a breath, and said "Sorry, we mistakened you for something else. I promise we arent gonna to hurt you anymore, if you want help I'll help you, ok?" Dean said, taking out his gun and his knife one last time to set them on the ground, gesturing for the others to do the same with whatever weapons they had. Her voice cracked, and his heart twisted. She probably thought they were bad guys, up to no good. They just had to prove it wrong. "Can I see your arm? I just want to help, promise." It was doubtful she would trust them enough to do so, but he just wanted to help stop the bleeding and put something on it if they could.
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Post by Pebble on Aug 13, 2016 17:43:52 GMT
Her chocolate milky brown eyes watched his movements it curiosity, watching as he set his gun and knife down. She swallowed, unsure. Nobody who had said wanted to help her had ever laid down their weapons; this was all new to the girl. Wait. They mistook her for something else? Not someone else? They mistook her for the killer? Her, of all people? She could understand that. The intelligent girl placed the puzzle pieces together and suddenly their actions made sense. This of which blossomed some new trust for them. She still tentatively stepped forward, making sure to keep enough distance between them in case she was wrong. Her milky brown eyes held trust though, and she held out her arm, blood dripping off of her forearm aand the area bloodied. She tensed, looking at the cut before looking up at Dean with curiosity and trusting him to help her.
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Post by Timur on Aug 13, 2016 17:53:21 GMT
Dean Winchester Something clicked or something, because she seemed a lot more trusting than she was about two seconds ago. She held out her arm, and he held up his hands so she could see that nothing was on them. Then he would slowly but surely grip her arm around the cut, firm enough to help the bleeding stop but not overly tight. "Once the bleeding stops we'll get you a band-aid or something to put on it to help keep out an infection." Dean told her. Since she seemed to be homeless she probably knew about infection and that it wasn't pleasant.
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Post by Pebble on Aug 13, 2016 17:59:57 GMT
Alula sucked in a breath as he touched the wound, the cut stinging. It passed though and she relaxed some. His words caught her attention. Band-aid? What was that? She knew what bandages were, but ban-aids? "What's a band-aid?" She asked curiously, voice gone from oozing venom and sarcasm to an innocent naive one. She brushed a brunette strange of hair out of her face, studying Dean with what seemed like wisdom yet naivness. She had pratice. She practiced studying people day by day. She lived off of body language, searching for anything hostile. Sure, this man seemed to be constantly hostile, but there were things she could pick up. He was puffing out his chest, or setting his feet and shoulders. His jaw wasn't working and he wasn't glaring. If anything, he was remorseful.
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Post by Timur on Aug 13, 2016 18:10:34 GMT
Dean Winchester Technically Band aid was the brand, but it became a common word for an everyday item. He was surprised she didn't know what it was, and it probably showed on his face. "It's a type of bandage." Dean said. Of course they would have to clean up the cut first and all, but it was pretty simple. They got cuts and scrapes all the time when they went hunting, so it was a well-known routine to them. Hey maybe they could get the girl to some sort of orphanage or foster care home thing, it was probably better than living off of garbage or how he thought her to live like.
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Post by Pebble on Aug 13, 2016 18:33:10 GMT
"Oh." Alula's voice was small, insecure at asking such a question. She caught the surprise but didn't respond to it. Instead she sighed. His thoughts were wrong however. She never lived off of garbage. Infact, she'd become an expert in stealing. The only reason he caught her was because he was faster than her. Most other times she would have escaped cackling. If he did drop her in an orphanage or foster home she would only run away. She didn't trust. Never had. Never would. Her mind had wandered from these thoughts though. The killer. "The killer isn't human, is it?" She asked suddenly. The bodies were mauled and all in all brutal. Something a child should never witnessed yet she did. "It's not an animal either. The screams are from humans; the kills are not."
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Post by Timur on Aug 13, 2016 18:43:21 GMT
Dean Winchester Eh it was Dean thinking of ways to help. It wouldn't be surprising that Alula didn't trust anyone, considering her currently life. Dean kept on applying steady pressure to the cut, and then she spoke again. Had her parents been hunters? Is that how she made the connection? Dean hesitated a moment before saying "It's nothing you need to worry about." and effectively avoiding answering the question for the moment at least. She was too young for him to answer the question truthfully, and it may prove a burden when she got older. Look at them, they were raised into it and yeah.
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Post by Pebble on Aug 13, 2016 18:50:20 GMT
Truthfully, Alula just never trusted. Her parents had never been there for her, people who lived like her always to snappy and mean. She was a survivor, yes. But a poor one at that. He spoke again and she grew slightly hostile. "You're offering to help me but you won't tell me what is killing my neighborhood? I'm not some stupid naive child! I've seen the kills. They aren't human." Stubbornness took over her. "I want to help; and don't deny me because I'll go kill it myself if you do." Huh. A mini Dean. Kinda. She wasn't going to sit back and wait for her doomsday; no sir. That wasn't going to happen. She glared at him, but never removed her arm.
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Post by Timur on Aug 13, 2016 19:03:22 GMT
Dean Winchester Some people got hostile when they didn't get the answer they wanted, she was one of those it seemed. Dean raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "You claim to know it's not human but you want to kill it? Well good luck because it doesn't hurt like a human either. Plus you gotta find it first." he shot back. She was barely high school aged, by the looks of her. It was highly unlikely in his mind that she could kill a shifter. "Leave it to us, we'll take care of it and you don't have to worry." Dean assured her. She was kinda like a mini Dean, but female.
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Post by Pebble on Aug 13, 2016 19:17:23 GMT
Did he just chuckle at her? She felt infuriated. However, she knew better. Instead she looked down, bitting the inside of her cheek as she pouted. She was trying to think of something to say,b but couldn't find anything. He had her caught. Sure, she wanted to kill it. But he was right; he had probably done this more times than he could count. What use would she be? A stump to trip over and get in the way? Huh. That's what she did best, right? She suddenly didn't want to help the neighborhood; what good had they done her? She had lived here forever and received nothing but trash. She huffed at the thought. Maybe she could travel around, explore the world? Any place but here. Her milky brown eyes looked at Dean before they fell on the other two males currently with him. She hadn't paid much attention to them and felt a sudden urge to run.
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Post by Dofferz! on Aug 13, 2016 21:55:47 GMT
A stump to trip over and get in the way. Alula was probably less in the way than her, truth to be told. She hated to cuss, but "Damnit, Dean." Larkbeat would huff, showing up to the scene all too late. Take off and leave her behind. Sure, go do it. When didn't he? Moving on crutches was so much harder than it looked, it took out way to much energy trying to catch up with squirrels left the group to chase after a poor, innocent girl. Breath came in ragged breaths from the redhead, completely forgetting about the girl until her eyes landed on her. "Pardon me, I don't usually cuss, but.." she trailed off at the end to catch her breath. "Well, she's still alive, so I'm guessing she's not... it."
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Post by Timur on Aug 15, 2016 19:36:22 GMT
Dean Winchester She didn't have a comeback, he got her. Now she couldn't complain about not being taken along with the current hunt, could she? Well she could, but whatever. Lark came up soon after. Why would he pass up the chance to kill what he had been sure was a shifter? Luckily he had thought before just shooting and hitting. "Shut up." he told Lark. He didn't want her thinking he was gonna kill her, so lark needed to keep her trap quiet.
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