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Post by Timur on Aug 21, 2016 4:02:21 GMT
Sam Winchester Superhero Sam, reminding Alu about her itch. Her hands went inside her pockets, that couldn't be a good sign. He probably shouldn't of said that. She didn't want to go anywhere? It made sense she didn't have an actual place to call home, maybe they could help with that too? "Well if you want we can drop you off at an orphanage or something." the male suggested. It had to beat living on the streets, right? She wasn't truly an orphan, but as far as he knew she was.
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Post by Pebble on Aug 21, 2016 4:07:14 GMT
The words orphanage caused her gaze to darken and for her to set her jaw. "Drop me off at an orphanage and I will burn it to the ground." She growled. Hell no was she going to sit in a house filled with children for the rest of her life. Living on the streets was better in her mind; she knew how to live there. And she wasn't an orphan. She didn't know this, but she was glaring right at her uncle.
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Post by Timur on Aug 21, 2016 4:12:19 GMT
Sam Winchester His eyebrows would raise in surprise, Sam hadn't expected her to react so fiercely. Of course, he'd never been to an orphanage, but hey free grub was always good in his mind. "It can't be that bad, I mean there's free food, other people you can make friends with, and a lot less things you have to worry about." Alula obviously hadn't had a good reaction to the suggestion, maybe she had a bad experience in the past or something?
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Post by Pebble on Aug 21, 2016 4:18:02 GMT
Alula snorted. The idea of living in a crowded space wasn't something for her. Sure she was underweight, but she wasn't sharing. Make friends? She stiffened. No, that was a bad idea. Trust no one. "See, that's bad. It's bad to have friends or family. It gives you so much to lose. And losing weakens you." She replied gruffly. Alula had fed off of only the strongest survive thing her entire life. That's how she believed she was still alive. She was strong.
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Post by Timur on Aug 21, 2016 4:22:24 GMT
Sam Winchester Where had she learned such dark stuff? Kids like her shouldn't have to deal with morals like that. She wasn't a hunter, obviously, but the only way she could of learned that was off the streets. However, a small laugh broke its way out of his mouth. "Sure that means people have something to hold against you, but it makes you fight harder to defend what you have. Look at me, for example. I've got friends and even a girlfriend and Dean is my brother and I'm still here. You wouldn't believe the things I've done." Sam replied, deciding to keep out the fact that he had in fact died before.
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Post by Pebble on Aug 21, 2016 4:32:56 GMT
Alula sniffed, relaxing again. Of course she picked it up off of the streets. She had befriended a person once. Who left her in a famine. Left her to die, to starve. She decided from that day she wouldn't trust anyone. "Yeah, but that's you. You, have a car, money, food, you have it pretty easy." She said. "But that's where you're weak. Sure, your brother may be strong, but you've got a cripple, two men who don't listen, and two children. The only other one fit for fighting is sleep deprived and hides under your bed." She answered. "I mean, that's weak." She added, rolling her shoulder. "That's why I don't want to be a stuck in an orphanage. I don't want to make friends with somebody and have to be responsible for them." She huffed brown green eyes tinted with darkness and slight anger. Why couldn't he see that things like this could be weak? It's better to be alone, in her mind. That way, they couldn't hurt you... and you couldn't hurt them.
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Post by Timur on Aug 21, 2016 4:44:23 GMT
Sam Winchester Sam sighed. Everyone had weaknesses. Nobody was perfect. But how to explain this to a child who had lived her life on the street since she was, what four? She didn't understand the concept of it's ok to be weak, it's ok to make friends. "Hey the one that hides under my bed just so happens to be my girlfriend, and the details can get complicated." the male said, trying to defend her without revealing that she could turn into a dog, and that's why she hid under the bed. Maybe she already knew about the dog thing? Eh whatever. He decided not to mention how they got their money though. "It's ok to have weaknesses, everybody has them. And sometimes, knowing people can play or to your advantage. If you really don't want to go I mean we can't force you to go, but you should know that there are people out there who would be happy to help, you just gotta find them." he said. For example, them helping her with the bullet wound. Yes every kind of relationship, wether it be a friendship or dating, had its ups and downs, you just had to work through the downs and work for the good.
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Post by Pebble on Aug 21, 2016 4:54:10 GMT
Alula glared at him, watching him with a new found interest. It wasn't ok to be weak; she'd learn that the hard way. Hence the bullet wound. She'd been thinking of the group, not her surroundings and ended up shot. Ended up the mercy of a group, the mercy of Dean. Yet, Dean had stopped to lift her from the ground and help her. He had been willing to take her into the group for a while, had stopped her from leaving when she insisted. They all had. Her brown eyes widened only the slightest bit, clicking pieces together. "I know there are people who are willing to help, you're one of them. But you've never lived on the streets with nothing but a box to sleep on. If you're lucky, you got a pebble for dinner. I can't afford to have weakness. Can't afford to have another person weigh me down." She continued to protest. Her voice was lower though, calmer and gentler. Some people would stomp on you as you fell to the ground. Others would pass you. A very small percent would stop to help you up, stop to offer you a second chance at crossing the river. Yeah, sure some fell and got stuck in the mud. But others stopped to pull them out. Seemed Sam was one of them.
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