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i am the lie (felicity_h) wrote in chicagothread,
@ 2009-05-23 05:36:00

Who:

olivia_ and

felicity_h
When: Late Friday evening
What: Coming to take her to the shelter Felicity works at
Where: First a diner, and then the shelter

After Felicity had talked to Olivia and convinced her to give the shelter a night to keep her safe, she gathered up her shoes and the rest of her things and got into the car. She knew she was doing the right thing, that helping Olivia was very important, and keeping her safe was the highest priority. After that, everything could be taken as it came. On the way there she gave the shelter a call and told them what was going on. They agreed to make up a bed and get another guy or two to keep rounds during the night.

Plus if Olivia wanted her to, Felicity would probably stay herself, if that made her feel better. Pulling up to the diner, she got out of the car and went inside to look for her. Hopefully the girl would actually make it and wouldn't need Felicity to go looking for her. She could only hope that this went as smoothly as she wanted it to go.

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olivia_
2009-05-23 05:05 am UTC (link)

Olivia was already there, as the diner wasn't all that far from her tiny apartment. The old woman who owned the diner with her husband often let Olivia spend time in there without buying anything, she even went as far as to give her free food when her husband wasn't around. But she wasn't there that night and so the young brunette was sitting silently at the corner table and picking at a scab on her wrist.

Occasionally she would glance up to see if the redheaded woman was there yet, before she would look back down at the many cuts on her wrist. The sound of the bell ringing above the door caused her to look up again as Felicity entered. Immediately her reflexes kicked in and the fragile girl pulled the sleeve of her well-worn sweater down over the self-inflicted wounds that she had been scratching at.

The diner was mostly full of men and so it wouldn't have been too hard for Felicity to figure out which of the lonely figures was Olivia. As she moved from her table to approach Felicity she made certain her hair was across her face and covering the swollen and bruised marks that were on her face. "Are.. are you Felicity?" she asked faintly, an unmistakable tone of fear residing in her voice as well as in her eyes. "I.. I'm Olivia," she stammered while moving to hug her arms tightly across her chest as a sort of shield.

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felicity_h
2009-05-23 02:04 pm UTC (link)

Glancing around, it didn't take her very long to recognize the other girl. She was the only one that looked scared, and well, she was one of only a few women too. Not to mention the girl was coming towards her. Poor thing, she definitely looked like she needed help, and Felicity was never one to turn away someone who needed it. Especially since that was her job.

She nodded her head, and gave a small smile. "That's me.. it's nice to meet you, Olivia." She just kind of wanted to give the girl a hug, but thought better of it. No need to freak her out or anything, even if she looked like she really needed one. "Are you.. ready to go?" she didn't want to push, but the less time they stayed there, the better, in her mind.

Her eyes glanced around, just to make sure that no one was paying them too much mind. Though Felicity kind of stuck out like a sore thumb in the worse parts of the area. "I promise you'll be okay.." God she really hoped she was.

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olivia_
2009-05-23 05:59 pm UTC (link)

Olivia bit her lip and the look of fear in her eyes grew slightly when the other woman spoke. But after a moment she finally nodded. "Yes. I.. I think so." The entire time she spoke she avoided the other girl's gaze. The abuse she had suffered not only made her feel inferior to the rest of the world, but it had made her paranoid. She worried that making eye contact with a person allowed that person to read into your thoughts and Olivia certainly didn't want that. There was already too much going on in her head already.

"Are you sure there's no bad people there?" She questioned in her weak voice, even though she had already agreed to going with the other woman just seconds ago. Nervously she looked down and fidgeted with a rip on the hem of her sweater. "You.. you have to promise."

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felicity_h
2009-05-23 10:30 pm UTC (link)

Though she had kind of turned to lead the way out, she turned back towards Olivia. Thankfully she was a bit used to this sort of thing. At least it was her job to help women like her, so that's what she was doing. "I'm sure there's no bad people. Just other girls like you who need a place to stay. I promise you'll be all right, and I promise there aren't any bad people there."

She wanted to reach out and squeeze her hand or something, but she thought physical contact was probably still too much so she just smiled a little. "You'll be okay."

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olivia_
2009-05-23 11:41 pm UTC (link)

Olivia followed Felicity out of the diner, pausing when the other woman did. "I don't like when they hurt me. I.. I don't like it even though sometimes I deserve it." As if these words had only encouraged her fears she wrapped her arms around herself as a shield.

"Am I going to have to go in a cage?" She asked suddenly as they exited out into the night air. Her arms tightened around her body even more, out of fear and because of the cold. It was getting warmer outside as summer drew closer, but Olivia didn't notice it. Sleeping outside on the streets during the winter had left a permanent chill in her tiny body. "I didn't like to go in a cage. I.. I could fit through the bars, but Abigail couldn't because she got more food."

As if this last statement had sparked a new thought she quickly glanced over at Felicity. For a second the vacant gaze of her eyes met the other girls. "Is.. is there food at the place with no bad people?" Her voice showed a slight hint of excitement.

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felicity_h
2009-05-24 12:48 am UTC (link)

"I know.. no one likes being hurt. No one. And no one's going to hurt you, I really do promise. You don't deserve to be hurt anymore. You deserve really nice things.. you've been remarkably brave. Much more brave than a lot of people I know." Including herself. She knew she couldn't have ever dealt with something like that. Not in a million years.

Blinking a bit, she frowned and shook her head. She really couldn't believe that someone would treat people this way. "No.. never ever EVER will you go into a cage. You have a nice bed and a nice room. You won't ever be locked in or out of anywhere. You can go where you'd like. We're not going to keep you.." Carefully she reached over and rubbed her back very very lightly.

Fit through the bars? Ouch. Just thinking about it made her shiver. "There's lots of food. We feed you all the time, as much as you can eat all right? Really good food too. Are you hungry now? We can stop somewhere? I'll get you food."

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olivia_
2009-05-24 01:07 am UTC (link)

"I do deserve it," Olivia corrected in what might be considered a stubborn tone for her, although it was still much softer and weaker than the average tone of any other person. "Some.. sometimes I have to do it myself." She tugged the right sleeve of her sweater down over her hand and pinched it there between her fingers, keeping the cuts that were there hidden. "It makes me better."

Normally she would have flinched if anybody touched her like that, but there was something calming about Felicity that Olivia enjoyed. In a way she was easy to understand and that was something that Olivia liked. Most people who attempted to help Olivia often tried to force a new way of thinking onto her without giving her any time to adjust to what they were saying and for a girl who was as mentally unstable as Olivia this often proved to be counter-productive. So while there were bruises and other wounds on her back, Felicity's movements were soft enough to be comforting without causing any pain. "I.. I think you're nice," she admitted gently.

"I'm always hungry. But I don't have to eat. I.. I ate on Tuesday. I had crackers and a little bit of apple before somebody took it." Strangely enough she didn't seem to show any signs of caring that the little food she had attempted to eat had been taken from her.

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felicity_h
2009-05-24 01:31 am UTC (link)

"You hurt yourself? Well that's.. something that happens to a lot of girls I think. Physical pain is sometimes better than feeling so nervous and scared, is that how it feels?" That's what Gideon always told her, or what she read about people who hurt themselves. She didn't exactly understand completely, but she supposed that it was a, at the very least a semi-reasonable, response to what happened to themselves.

Glad that Olivia didn't flinch when she touched her, she smiled gently as she rubbed lightly before stopping. "Thank you, I think you're nice too, Olivia." She didn't want the girl to feel badly about herself, and besides, so far Olivia had been nothing but nice. And she tried to be as truthful as she could possibly be.

Her eyes widened, "Tuesday? Oh dear. You have to eat, honey. It's not good to not eat. You could get sick. What kind of things do you like to eat?" She asked, as she opened up the car so that they could get in and head off. She'd find some place that was open, depending on whatever Olivia wanted to eat.

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olivia_
2009-05-24 01:42 am UTC (link)

"No. It's because I'm bad. I.. I have to be punished." Or at least that's what Olivia believed. Unlike most of the things that she had done, causing herself harm was not something she had been specifically told to do. It was something she had told herself to do, as a way of making up for the fact that the man who had started the cycle of abuse she had fallen into, her pimp, was no longer there to punish her for whatever it was that she had done bad. Now she had to rely on strange men who certainly couldn't know just how bad she was.

"I'm always supposed to be nice. Some girls have to or they'll get in trouble. But I don't think you have to, you don't seem bad. That's why people should be nice back to you."

Quietly she slipped into the car after Felicity opened it. Now that she was sitting it was easier for her to fidget with the various rips on her clothing. Sometimes it was all she could do to keep herself from digging her nails into the cuts on her wrists. "I like to eat lots of things. I have to because I don't ever get lots of choices. I just have to eat what I can find, even if it's no good anymore."