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Post by Pebble on Aug 15, 2016 1:19:51 GMT
The wolf never minded the hunter. The hunter never minded the wolf. They would come across each other every once in a while. Cross scents, paths, look at each other, but they never caused harm to each other. Infact, the wolf started to like the hunter. One day though, the wolf had cone across the hunter again. It was like every other day when they crossed paths. The wolf knew the hunter was there; the blazing orange gave him away. Something shiny was held in the hunter's hand though. It caught the wolf's attention, and it stopped to look. For a while, the wolf and the hunter locked eyes and stared at each other. A loud sound and an explosion from the shiny thing. A pain struck the wolf in the chest. It was confused, hurt. Why would the hunter do such a thing? The wolf was betrayed. And dead.
Alula never minded the gang. They basically left each other alone. Her definition of that was her dodging their bullets every time they ran into each other. Eh. So what? She may have quite possibly stolen something from them. She was still alive wasn't she? The new group that had shown up though had her distracted. Why had they just randomly shown up? She understood their purpose. But didn't understand how they just randomly showed up. They could have been anywhere else in this world, and yet they were here. Alula lifted her arm and looked at the band-aid, thinking for a moment. Distraction. It was bad. Very bad. A blow to her head and she lurched forward, the world spinning as she hit the ground. Black clouded her vision but she refused to black out. She rolled over, looking at her attacker. She could make out three forms. The gang! Despite hurt, she managed to scramble up and attempt a stagger away. "B*tch!" The leader shouted as he pulled up his gun. Everything seemed to slow down for her. There was a loud bang and her shoulder was suddenly in a flaming pain. Her navy blue jacket and lighter blue t-shirt was suddenly stained in scarlet. She dropped, shock filling her body as she hit the pavement knees first. Her hands flew out and she attempted to catch herself, only for pain to fill her shoulder. She screamed. For once, she actually screamed, pain filling her young body as she fell onto her side, holding her right shoulder as she screamed in pain. She rolled onto her back, still yelling in pain and holding her shoulder. She curved into an odd U shape. "God!" Her word was slurred as she screamed in pain. She noticed the same person taking aim at her, ready to end her suffering. She would gladly accept it as her blood spilled onto the ground, nose bleeding as well.
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Post by Timur on Aug 15, 2016 1:38:41 GMT
Dean Winchester Yes, the new people were fun to be around sometimes, but they all had their quirks. Lark was annoying as hell, Fawn was head over heels for Sam, Ryan and Gavin were, well Ryan and Gavin. Arwen was gone, Benedict was a little kid, Birch's favorite game was to bug him, and so on. Long story short, sometimes he needed to get away from them. So sometimes he went on a walk. And sometimes, trouble found him. Dean didn't bring a gun or anything, so he was pretty much defenseless. But on his walk a scream rang out, one of fear and intense pain. He instantly was alert, and running towards the scene. He didn't know it was Alula, but it sure as hell could be the shifters, so he wasn't about to pass that up. He turned the corner into the alleyway, and what he saw surprised him. Alula, on the ground, bleeding. Three grown men, one with a gun, the other's staring menacingly. He could easily get the gun if he was quiet and moved fast. A surge of defensiveness rose up in him, that was Alula on the ground, and she sure wasn't a shifter. What if these dude were? Well he'd find out soon enough. They were to focused on laughing at the girl, allowing him an easy sneak up behind he one with the gun. Then, with the iron bar he picked up along the way, as soon as he was within hitting distance, he swung as hard as he could, making firm contact with the other's head. He was out like a lightbulb when the switch was off. Of course, this attracted the attention of the others. Cowards in the end- he gave them a glare and said "Take this one and leave, and leave this girl alone or I will be back." in a dark voice, one that said he wasn't messing around or bluffing. Satisfied that they wouldn't rebel, Dean would rush towards Alula. She was loosing blood, and that wasn't good. "Come on, let's get you to a hospital and they'll get you fixed up." in a hurried voice as he crouched down to her side, and would attempt to gently pick her up. Even if they could heal it, a hospital would be better for the girl.
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Post by Pebble on Aug 15, 2016 1:51:20 GMT
Alula was grinding her teeth, trying to keep from screaming again. Muffled screams. A voice. That man from before? Hospital? "N-no..." She was lifted and she screeched from her shoulder being moved. "D-dont take me to the h-hospital. I can h-heal it myself. Or y-you can. Gah!" She tipped her head back, trying to ignore the pain in her shoulder. She had never felt pain this severe before. "I'm f-fine." She attempted to convince him not to take her to a hospital. Last time she had stabbed herself with a needle and was drousy for a few days after that. She hadn't eaten because she couldn't walk straight. Because of a hospital.
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Post by Timur on Aug 15, 2016 2:09:47 GMT
Dean Winchester Bullet wounds weren't pretty, he didn't scream but he figured this girl got a free pass for screaming because of the pain. It did hurt like hell, not literally but you know what I mean. He was confused by her words, but would attempt to gently grab one of her hands and rest it on her shoulder, and tell her "Put pressure on that, we don't want you bleeding out." but would be sure not to drop her in the process. He would pause a moment, why didn't she want to go? "A hospital is best, they'll help with the pain a hell a lot more than I can." Dean said. He wasn't wven sure they had anything for the pain, he didn't want to inflict such a thing on her. Stitches and getting out a bullet with no painkiller?
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Post by Pebble on Aug 15, 2016 2:26:04 GMT
Alula gritted her teeth, putting pressure on the wound. "Did I stutter? I don't need to go to the hospital." She managed, looking at him with cold brown eyes. She was gritting her teeth, keeping from crying out in pain. She grunted, swallowing hard as she treaded each breath. "All you got to do... is get the bullet out... stich it up. I can take it." Ah yes. A mini Dean. "It's just a little bullet... that's all." She was assuring herself it seemed. "Just don't take me there." She pleaded quietly. She sucked in a breath and wrinkled her nose. She quickly breathed in and slowly though and calmed herself. Ok. So she was shot. Just needed to get the bullet out, right?
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Post by Timur on Aug 15, 2016 3:19:09 GMT
Dean Winchester Sassy as usual, not surprising. Not even a bullet to the shoulder would stop her from being sassy and stubborn. Her breathing seemed fine, heavy sure, but that was expected and due to pain not being shot in the lungs or something. Dean started to walk forwards, his head leaning over her protectively even though he wasn't aware he was doing it. "Yeah but we don't got any painkillers, and trust me it sucks without painkillers. You're better off in a hospital." He said back, continuing away from the alley and the gang who had shot her.
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Post by Pebble on Aug 15, 2016 3:25:25 GMT
Alula felt slight fear shoot through her brain. "Please. Last time I was there I got high on some drug and nearly starved." Fear clutched her voice along with a slight crack. She grunted again, shoulder moving some. Sure, this hurt, but no way was she going to a hospital. No way, no how. "They'll identify me as the kid who stole a lot of things and stick me in kid prison." She added, true fear showing. "They'll like me too much there." She muttered, eyes wide with horror.
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Post by Timur on Aug 15, 2016 3:38:24 GMT
Dean Winchester High on a drug from a hospital. Maybe she just wasn't thinking straight, no kind of drug he knew of lasted so long one could starve. But one look at her eyes was all it took to see that she truly was scared, and that it was highly unlikely she was making all of this up. He shared her feelings about getting away from jail, only God would know how long he would have to serve if he got caught. A small sigh escaped his lips, and he reluctantly said "Fine, but keep pressure on that." then he would change his route and head to where they were bunkering for the time being, what they needed would be there.
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Post by Pebble on Aug 15, 2016 3:52:16 GMT
Alula felt satisfied she had won that arguement. She nodded, putting more pressure on the wound, looking ahead of them. It was warm and slightly sticky. She hadn't bled this much before. She felt kinda disgusted about it. Wait. If he was going to help her... "Alula." She said, gritting her teeth at a muscle spasm in her shoulder. Gah that hurt. "And thank you." She managed, shoulder aching. The young girl was not used to this.
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Post by Timur on Aug 15, 2016 3:58:41 GMT
Dean Winchester Dean continued walking. Her shoulder that was bleeding was towards him, so hopefully no one noticed it too much. It would look bad on him if he was carrying a young, bleeding girl in a direction that was not to the hospital. Her voice distracted him from these thoughts, however. "Dean, and no problem." he said, before focusing on the path in front of them, feeling even more protective of her as they reached the busy streets where prying eyes could see them.
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Post by Pebble on Aug 15, 2016 4:11:12 GMT
Alula's eyes widened at his name. Dean... Dean... "Dean... He wore plaid. It was her mother's voice. She could only make out the name and the fact that he wore plaid. She twisted slightly to look. Yup. Plaid. Her eyes widened farther and she looked at him with a new respect. She couldn't pull herself to say anything, simply lay her head on his chest and fake slept to make then less suspicious. Intelligence. Probably from Sam, but we wouldn't get into that right now. Instead, Alula was focused on Dean. Her mother spoke about him... but she couldn't grasp what purpose he held.
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Post by Timur on Aug 15, 2016 4:20:12 GMT
Dean Winchester She moved slightly in his hold, but she didn't seem to be struggling. That was good. He was a bit confused as to why she seemed to suddenly be asleep, but he had to focus on getting to the hotel and hope that it wasn't a coma of sorts. The male pressed onwards, not liking how far they still had to go until they reached the hotel. Hopefully she didn't bleed out before then. The intelligence was probably from living on the streets most if not all her life. The scene of him carrying Alula was getting him some looks, but he brushed them off and focused on his destination.
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Post by Pebble on Aug 15, 2016 4:29:52 GMT
Street smart, not book smart, yes. That's what made Alula, Alula. Special, she was. Her mind was trying to process what purpose Dean had in her life, what history her mother had with the man who had cut her yet saved her. Maybe he had saved her? Maybe that was why her mother spoke so fondly of this Dean. That had to be it, right? Yeah. Maybe that's what it was, he had saved her. Her chocolate orbs peered out at the people who gave them odd looks. She hadn't ever been around so many people at once. It worried her and she unintentionally pressed harder on her shoulder. This forced a very quiet grunt as she loosened her grip some.
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Post by Timur on Aug 15, 2016 4:35:09 GMT
Dean Winchester He probably should call Sam to drive here, but by the time he got to the "specified" place Dean would of walked on by then, thinking he would find him on the way to the hotel. That wouldn't end well. He heard a soft grunt from Alu, but it didn't seem to be bad so he just continued, wishing he had brought Baby for a ride instead of just walking. Stupid him. /if you want you can time skip to whenever really, but I don't know first aid for a bullet so doing that part im fine with but it won't be the best
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Post by Pebble on Aug 15, 2016 4:41:50 GMT
//we will be back after these messages. Alula: I am a noodle Welcome back.\\
Alula was biting her lip as she looked at the already blood stained bandage around her shoulder. Okay, yes the stitching had been painful. Did she scream? No. The inside of her cheek bled but she never screamed. It hurt like hell, but it felt better than it had before. Alula tipped her head back, resting it against the wall. She had chosen a place in front of the Ned against the wall, sitting criss cross as her shoulder went numb. The floor was something she was used to sitting on.
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