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Post by Pebble on Aug 20, 2016 6:03:27 GMT
Ok so, that bullet wound to the shoulder was healing up nicely. How did she know? It was itching like a bloody tick that had decided to bury it's head 6 inches into her skin. Which itched and hurt like hell when you did itch it. But Alula had found a way. A perfect way. Pacing. And not just the, back and forth across the room pacing. No. She was purposely rubbing against anything that came to her right side. Corners, furniture, doors, heck even people. Which mind you, felt good the young girl. Right now her shoulder was pressed against a corner, rubbing it up and down as she satisfied the itching stitches. She sighed as it began to hurt. She moved on, searching for another source to itch from. After all, shoulder wounds hurt and itched. She hated it.
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Post by Timur on Aug 21, 2016 1:24:07 GMT
Sam Winchester Alula's situation was strange to say the least. He didn't think Dean was lying, but why didn't she want to go to the hospital? From Dean's story, it seemed as if she almost threw a fit. Since they patched her up they also had to watch over her at least until the wound healed and they could take the stitches out, and make sure she didn't run off half-healed or something. Itching wouldn't help the stitches, he had told her before and it seemed like he would have to tell her again. Sam was sitting across the room, trying to read a newspaper. However, Alula's footsteps interrupted him. She seemed to like pacing. With a small sigh Sam put the paper down, and would look over to Alula. She was itching her shoulder against a corner and quickly finished, so he would say "You need to stop doing that or it won't heal properly." to the young girl, his hazel gaze looking over at her.
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Post by Pebble on Aug 21, 2016 1:38:54 GMT
Alula had forgotten that she needed to tip toe in order to not be noticed. Her milky brown eyes shifted over to the tall male, a smirk inching across her features. It was a small one. One that only an observant human being would ever notice. The itching started again and a very low and iritated growl bounced in her throat. This itch would never be satisfied it seem and she shifted uncomfortably.
"But Saaam! It itches!" She whined, voice actually high pitched and probably annoying. "It itches and it hurts!" She continued to complain. Not that it would get her any where; I mean what was he gonna do? Use some magic to make it stop? Secretly and unintentionally the young girl was seeking some sort of attention, like any neglected child would.
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Post by Timur on Aug 21, 2016 1:49:46 GMT
Sam Winchester Sam wasn't focused on being observant, there was no need to. If he wanted to or needed to he could, but there was no motive now. So he didn't catch the smirk made by Alula, who currently seemed to be growling and complaining. She didn't usually talk like that, but Sam couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. "It hurts because you keep itching it." he stated simply, Timur not quite knowing how to describe the look on his face. A small smile was there, but what sort of adjective to use? So she'd go with what she was doing- not using an adjective and creating the longest sentence in the process.
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Post by Pebble on Aug 21, 2016 1:55:59 GMT
Filtering it was she? Well. Two can play at that. Alula sniffed, fighting the urged to move back to the corner and itch it. Her milky brown eyes shifted to the corner for a moment before moving back to Sam. "Well what am I supposed to do? Chew it off?" Sarcasm was strong with this one. "Or better yet: suffer because it itches like a tick!" Alula had dealt with ticks before: along with fleas. Both itched terribly but the tick was worse. Considering it held rocky Mountain tick fever; which she doubted was fun. She huffed an iritated sigh. She lifted her hand and rubbed the itch, finally unable to stop herself.
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Post by Timur on Aug 21, 2016 2:09:52 GMT
Sam Winchester And there was the sarcasm that she had become well-known for. There was hardly a sentence gone without some use of the language. A bit more than what he was used to, but hey it was bearable. And why was she relating this to ticks? Simile really. "You're supossed to stop itching it." Sam said bluntly, his smike growing a small bit. She seemed a bit like Dean, stubborn and sarcastic. "Though I'm not sure there's much we can do about the itch." Sam added, also bluntly.
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Post by Pebble on Aug 21, 2016 2:18:18 GMT
Wasn't he oh so exciting? Alula bit her tongue, thinking before she hit him with a come back she would regret. She stopped rubbing her shoulder the moment it started to become iritated. "Aren't you just a little ray of sunshine?" Yup. That was her come back. As good as it could ever get, considering she was still young and he was much bigger than her. She would definitely regret anything else worse than her comment.
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Post by Timur on Aug 21, 2016 2:27:30 GMT
Sam Winchester Sam had to be part moose or something, because he was huge. He was on steroids, and besides- they didn't effect ones height, only muscle development rates. It was a moment before the female responded again, but her comeback really wasn't the best. "Do little rays of sunshine hunt whatever's making the kills around here?" sam responded, deliberately leavin out what was making the kills so she didn't go after them or do something stupid.
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Post by Pebble on Aug 21, 2016 2:37:33 GMT
"Yeah. You." Alula quickly shot back. She didn't regret until like ten seconds later, infact she was proud of it. Welp. No going back now, considering it was out there. If only she could physically grab the words. But sadly she couldn't. She waited for something worse than being yelled at or shot at. He seemed like one to have a calm quiet rage. Those scared her the most. She didn't know why, but that scared her the most. Maybe it was how quiet the words are as they threatened something? Or maybe it was the dead serious look in their eyes; literally dead serious. It just terrified her.
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Post by Timur on Aug 21, 2016 2:43:28 GMT
Sam Winchester He wasn't mad at her, more amused if anything. Her sarcasm had gotten to the point where it was more funny and rage-inducing; at that moment at least. Sam was more of a silent rage, and when that rage and anger came out it wasn't pretty. You could see the amused twinkle in his eyes as he replied "What I meant to say was- I'm far from a little ray of sunshine, sarcastically or not." to the girl who seemed so intent on itching the bullet wound.
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Post by Pebble on Aug 21, 2016 2:54:44 GMT
Alula smirked full on now, his own replies amusing her. "No-no you're right. You are all of of the little rays of sunshine." She snorted, confident he wouldn't snap at her just yet. She suddenly had a game. Let's see how much patience Sam had before he broke. She learned that Dean had an extremely short fuse. The dog under Sam's bed also had a short fuse. However, she hadn't tested the waters with Sam yet.
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Post by Timur on Aug 21, 2016 3:00:00 GMT
Sam Winchester He had a short fuse if you had the right kind of fire, for example threatening his brother or his Fambi. Fambi was the only one at this point who hadn't gotten killed or they had to leave behind. That made him quite protective, even thought he knew she could defend herself. Alula hadn't bothered Sam much, but everything changed. "Hang out with us long enough and you'll find out." Sammy replied, even smirking himself a little.
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Post by Pebble on Aug 21, 2016 3:16:56 GMT
Alula frowned slightly. "I really can't go anywhere anyways. Dean won't let me any where near the door." She huffed, casting a glare at her shoulder. "He's a stubborn mule when he wants to be." She added, voice quiet. "So, I'll get to discover much about you guys." She mused, voice returning to normal and smirk set across her face. She had forgotten all about that itch on her shoulder, having a distraction to talk to.
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Post by Timur on Aug 21, 2016 3:28:18 GMT
Sam Winchester Well of course Dean could be stubborn, it's part of what made Dean, Dean. It kinda made sense that he watched closely, seeing that apparently she tried to get out the first night. Sam chuckled a bit. Turns out she would likely hang out around them for a while, she did have a point. "Well if you stop itching it then it'll heal quicker, if you want to go anywheres." Sam pointed out. Opps, probably messed up the whole 'forgot about the itch' thing.
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Post by Pebble on Aug 21, 2016 3:36:46 GMT
Alula chewed the inside of her cheek as she was reminded of the terrible itch. Gosh darn it Sam. She rested the urge to itch, instead stuck her hands in her jacket pockets and pulled on the inside. "I dont want to go anywhere; I don't really have a place in mind, considering I'm on my own." She stated, shrugging her left shoulder to avoid the aching and sore eight shoulder movement. Stupid her, got shot.
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