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night_and_day (night_and_day) wrote in ergot,
@ 2009-11-14 16:29:00

RP: She couldn't help but wonder
Characters: Amelia Sardo, Bex Pope, Julia Pope(?)
Place: Half-Way House
Date: 11/14
Summary: Amelia needs a new place to stay
Rating/Warnings: none at the moment

She sat on the bus, praying that this place wasn't merely a myth. She only had a few weeks to decide what she was going to do. She couldn't go home. She couldn't look her parents in the eye knowing that they knew what she did. She loved them and she knew that they loved her but she couldn't put this burden any longer. They weren't equipped for this and they had waited too long to admit it. She needed to find some place where she could be controlled. This house might be her only hope. If it was a myth she would be in trouble. She would get out again, it was only a matter of time. She had killed someone. Killed. She had destroyed the life of someone else. It would be easy to say that it wasn't her fault, that the beast was beyond her control but she couldn't. It was a part of her. Her teeth had ripped open that man's skin. Her hands had finished him off to spare him a life of being a creature. He might have lived if she hadn't. She couldn't even blame the wolf in her for the murder, not really. His family, his friends, they would all want justice. If she was brave she would expose herself and pay the consequences. She was more animal than moral, she wanted to live.

So she ran. She ran to this mythical safe-house that was going to be her mecca or her tragedy. It could be a trap for all she knew but she couldn't think about that now. Her body was drained from the transformation. No one sat next to her, they all seemed to sense that something was off. She looked at her fingers, knowing they were clean but she could swear she still smelt blood on them. After she bought her bus ticket she had spent the rest of her cash on soap and mouth wash. She could still taste the human flesh on her tongue. She tried not to breath in too deeply to avoid the sensation. She kept having to excuse herself to throw up only to gargle the mouth wash down. The teenager behind her has been muttering bulimia, the old woman in front pregnancy. If only they knew it was much more sinister than that. Maybe they did.

She finished the last of the mouth wash two towns back. She had lost the last of the contents of her stomach yesterday. Vomiting human meat and nearly sent her into a panic attack. Nearly. She didn't have the time. The bus stopped and she looked at her printed out map. She would have to walk from the station. She lifted her bag on her shoulder, her weary legs taking one step at a time. No one talked to her, no one even dared to brush against her. If this place couldn't, or wouldn't, keep her in a few weeks time she would be wild. Would she kill them? Would she claw them slowly or end them quick? Had she taunted the other campers that night? Had she growled before striking or run up in a frenzied moment of adrenaline?

She had created another monster. Was she responsible for the lives he took? She would worry about that later. Her maker had left her to fend for herself and at least she had given him some warning. It was something. Not really. Lost in her thoughts Amelia barely noticed as she made her way through the town. Finally the directions ran out and she was in front of the house. She wanted more mouthwash. She wanted a shower. She needed this place to be all that it promised. Slowly she made her way to the door, a hand going through her hair to make her appear somewhat civilized. Her clothes swallowed her and her bangles hid the scars. Maybe they would think she was normal, or at least not a killer. Raising her hand she pushed the doorbell. She would simply have to wait and see.

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remainlost
2009-11-14 11:35 pm UTC (link)

Weekends were a curse and a blessing for Bex; it was a stark reminder of where he lived in comparison to all the other recruits, but at the same time it was a freedom that the others didn't get. Some days he hated his mother for her spell-work, and others--it was nice to sleep in his own bed and wake to a home cooked meal, instead of the alarm and cafeteria food. Most of all, it meant he was allowed to be home and help his mother, his dad and his sister. Olivia wasn't always excited about helping around the house, and Julia and Cris always needed more help, particularly around the full moon. They only had one werewolf staying in town at the moment that requested the Pope's help, but as his mother always put it "if they helped one, then they saved a hundred", her own personal mantra to remind her children what they did was important. Bex fully agreed, it was one major reason he wanted to become a cop. He wanted to make Charon's Ford safe for everyone. Race, religion, species--to him everyone deserved justice.

However, Saturday mornings justice was the last thing on his mind. Saturday mornings was a bowl of cereal, bad cartoons, and sleeping in as long as possible because come Monday morning he'd be up at 3 am getting out to the Academy. It meant then, on Saturday's morning for him was around noon, he would enjoy Nod for as long as possible.

This particular Saturday he woke up particularly late and to a knock no less. At first he ignored it, covered his head with a pillow, second he yelled for his mother or Olivia to get it, and third he realized-- he was going to have to get up. Protocol called that no matter what time of day or night if there was a knock it had to be answered; his mother refused to have anyone turned away for any reason.

Pulling on a thin shirt and a pair of shorts he found on the floor, Bex blearily moved through the halls toward the front door, calling again out for anyone, but no answer. They were probably outside, or his mother was doing a spell in the attic, he could only guess.

Yawning wide and hard he got to the door at another knock and pulled it open still mid-yawn, trying to give his greeting through the expression.

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night_and_day
2009-11-14 11:48 pm UTC (link)

She waited.

She waited a little longer.

Was no one home? Amelia shuffled from one foot to the other, her whole body on alert. She hugged her arms around herself, hunching over to avoid any looks she might get from people passing by. She wasn't sure how things like this worked. Was she supposed to call ahead? Come at a certain time? A part of her wanted to flee but she knew that she had to see this through. She hadn't been waiting that long, even if she felt like it had been ages.

After a moment she could hear noises from inside. She pursed her lips slightly, not sure what to expect when the door opened. Whatever she might have thought completely disappeared when her vision was filled with muscular tan legs. She slowly looked up, pursing her looks more at the sight before her. It was a man, probably around her age. His hair was sticking out in different directions. She could tell by the smell of his breath that he had just woken up, that or he didn't believe in dental hygiene. Amelia knew that he was attractive but she couldn't appreciate it, not when the taste of human blood still filled her mouth. The one she killed had been around their age. It could have just as easily been the man in front of her.

"I heard--" Amelia shifted from foot to foot, not sure how to phrase this. "I need help. I'm a...Well, I--I heard this was a place for people to stay. People with--Do you have rooms?"

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remainlost
2009-11-14 11:58 pm UTC (link)

He was rubbing at his nose with a bent arm when he finally opened his eyes and looked at the... Bex's brain stopped to stare. He didn't normally act so, rude, but she was- and he was- and it- he'd just woken up and that wasn't fair. Clearing his throat, he nodded, realizing as she stumbled and stuttered that she was- well something, maybe even she didn't know. Cris hadn't known he'd heard, and they got all sorts coming in, not knowing what was going on, only that they had heard of the Ford and they needed help.

"Of course, yeah, we- uhm." Bex cleared his throat once more and altered his previous behavior to make sure to look at her face and only her face. "There are lots of rooms available; why don't you just come this way and we can fill out some paperwork to get you settled?" He had felt uncomfortable for sure, but from the time he was born he'd been helping his mother in the house and routine took over.

Bex lead her down the hall and gave a small glance back toward her and gave a small smile, "do you need something to eat? Sorry it took me so long to answer, I just got up and I don't know where everyone else went off too."

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night_and_day
2009-11-15 12:12 am UTC (link)

He seemed nervous and it worked to put her more at ease. Not fully at ease, she was never that, not even when asleep. She looked at him curiously, her head tilting up slightly to observe him. Amelia knew it could be because he just woke up but she seemed to put some people on edge by just being there. A small part of her hoped that wasn't the case, not if she was supposed to trust them. Then again, him being wary could be a good thing. She was dangerous and it was important that everyone respected that.

She simply nodded as he motion her into the house. She followed him quietly, her eyes darting from side to side as she took everything in. They were going to help her. She wouldn't kill anyone ever again. The thought gave her courage to follow him further into the home. She didn't have much of a choice.

"Food," she asked, snapping out of her thoughts. Her appetite had been all but destroyed since the incident but she knew she needed to eat. Her stomach held a dull ache that wouldn't seem to leave. "Yes, please. I can't eat meat," she said simply, bending her head so that her bangs hid her eyes. "But food would be wonderful. Thank you. I'm not sure how this works but I don't have money. I don't know if that is going to be a problem." She could be upfront about that, she wasn't so willing with other information.

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remainlost
2009-11-16 03:47 pm UTC (link)

His brain immediately started to swear, if she was a vampire here he was offering her physical food. Idiot. Then he remembered, it was day time, bigger idiot. Trying to ignore his own slip up, Bex turned slightly to nod at her, "sure. I was thinking some- Frosted Flakes or something, I think we have Cheerios too?" Bex gave a little apologetic grin at her and ran a hand through his very messy, very curly hair. "Sorry I'm not much of a cook, my mom will probably kill me for not offering up a full ten coarse meal or something." Which would be alright, once Julia came out of the wood-work Bex was sure that this girl would be over-indited with food.

"And don't worry about money, we're non-profit. We do ask that you help around the house occasionally though." His grin was wide, almost curled into a good-natured smirk as he turned around, stopping in the hall.

"Here- if you want to take a seat," gesturing into a room with reception chairs and a small desk with filing cabinets lining one wall, he fought off another yawn, shaking his head slightly. "Sorry, so- yes, if you want to take a seat, or you can follow me to the kitchen? We can eat and chat." His mother was going to kill him for not doing things in order, but he was hungry and he always thought she was much too strict on things anyway. It was supposed to be a home, not an office.

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night_and_day
2009-11-16 11:17 pm UTC (link)

"I like frosted flakes," she said, giving him a small smile for his efforts. She would have probably taken roasted grasshoppers if that was what he had offered. Now that food was an option she was slowly realizing how hungry she was. Nothing sounded appealing but she knew she needed something in her stomach. "I couldn't eat ten courses. It's a good thing you're offering. Does your mom run this place, then?" She wondered what his abnormality was, he looked normal enough. She didn't get any vibes off of him either.

Was it polite to ask? She wasn't sure what the rules were for something like this. "I can do chores. Used to it at home," she said, hiking her bag back up on her back. She never got too comfortable.

He shook his head and curls bounced slightly. It was cute. She shouldn't think that it was cute but she was talking with a handsome guy her age and she was never around guys her age. Not unless she was taking a bite from them. She couldn't help but look at him, not even realizing that it was probably rude. She always felt bad when her stares made others uncomfortable but she never noticed that she was doing it. "I'm Amelia. Just that you might need to know that."

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remainlost
2009-12-07 05:46 am UTC (link)

Biting his lip, Bex nodded and smiled, fighting the urge to make a Tony the Tiger joke. Instead he gave a nod to her next question, and gave a quiet laugh before having to stop as a yawn came on. Giving a shake of his head and bending his arm over his mouth, he looked back at her almost apologetically. "Sorry, and yeah. She and my dad."

"And- chores?" Bex bit his bottom lip and fought another laugh before moving to slide into the kitchen. "I just meant like- don't leave dirty dishes and like- make your bed." The words were said as he moved to a kitchen cabinet, opening the door to reach high up and pull down the blue box. "If you want to help out more, that's awesome though. Mom always likes people around, you're the only one right now. Or will be, if you stay." As he continued to speak, he moved to another cupboard, pulling two bowls and then from a drawer, spoons, onto the counter near the cereal box. Bex was about to move to the fridge at her name and gave a wide smile. Continuing on his trek to the fridge, he pulled the milk jug out before taking a step toward her to offer a hand.

"Bex, might be good to know too, huh." He said with a small offered up smile.

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night_and_day
2009-12-07 07:35 am UTC (link)

"I'm the only one?" That might make things easier. That was less people she could hurt. "I don't mind pulling my weight. Don't really have anything else to do." It would be nice not to be lost in her own thoughts. As he continued to move about she couldn't help but notice that he smelled nice. It was a mixture of soap and boy that had her wanting to get closer. Bad thoughts. Very bad thoughts. She made herself think about dried blood and maggots, anything to keep her mind going towards something she shouldn't. She was an animal, she had to keep her distance.

"Bex," she said softly, testing the name on her lips. It had to be short for something though she didn't know what. She moved closer to pour her cereal, her stomach turning violently as the white of the milk splashed against the side of the bowl. For a brief moment she thought she was going to be sick, even if she knew she had to eat. "Thanks for breakfast."

"I'm a werewolf. You might need to know that too."

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remainlost
2009-12-07 03:29 pm UTC (link)

As she spoke, he couldn't read her expression, her tone; yet the words themselves made him frown. It seemed a tragedy that someone could be so empty handed, to lack hobbies. Or maybe she meant something else entirely, Bex's eyes glanced over at her, she was looking a little rough around the edges but not terrible- still who knew how long she'd lived with a condition she may not have even understood. It did strange things to some people, the way they looked at themselves.

Turning his glance back to the cereal bowls, he poured his own, listening with a sort of child-like glee as the corn flakes hit the ceramic until it was nearly brimming and he poured the milk in after, only making the full bowl nearly spill over. He ignored the way she said her name in favor of taking a large spoonful of cereal, and only gave a upwards head nod in return to her thanks. It was early and he wasn't following protocol but he wouldn't be rude.

However, when she mentioned what she was, he could already tell (or thought he could tell) she wanted some big gasp or over-exaggerated response to her statement. Really he just was mildly surprised she knew what she was, most people didn't. Instead he took another bite of cereal, smaller that time, and nodded. "Okay, cool. We'll have to write that down when we get to the paperwork." His voice was sort of nonchalant, his foster brother was a werewolf; really of all the supernaturals they helped in the house, werewolves were the least cool. They were just- people that changed three times a month. Really, his person favorite was the confused mermaid that got when he was twelve, she'd had amnesia and didn't understand who or what she was- plus he'd been twelve and he'd caught her naked.

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night_and_day
2009-12-07 11:38 pm UTC (link)

Her eyes widened slightly at his nonchalant attitude about it all. She shouldn't have been surprised, this place was for unusual people like her but she wasn't used to being others that were different. Her own problem had been hidden so carefully for so many years. Saying it out loud felt forbidden, as if some strange men would come out of the woodwork to take her away. "Ok." If he could be calm about this than so could she.

She dipped her spoon into the cereal, careful to only get a small amount. She wasn't sure how much she'd actually be able to keep down. "Do you do anything? Is that why your parents started this place?"

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remainlost
2009-12-12 03:34 am UTC (link)

He was sort of playing with his bowl as he chewed every bite, swirling the flakes around or trying to drowned one or two at a time. Bex was impressed that she was so calm; sure it was the norm for him, his nonchalance probably uncomfortable for some, possibly rude for others--but he realized for those that actually had a supernatural link, it was their life and it wasn't always a good one. For her to just as easily brush it off as he did, he truly was impressed.

Lifting a thumb to brush at the corner of his lip, Bex looked up at her through his brows watching her eat. She was delicate about it, smooth and slow, he thought it fit her well. Moving an elbow to the table he sat back, slowly chewing on his bite starting to dream off. He'd just woken up and there was a pretty girl across from him, he wouldn't deny he didn't concentrate well under those conditions.

However, at her question he snapped from his only semi-lucid state and shook his head. "Nah, Mom is a witch though. Does spells and such, down and down through the family. I'm just a boring regular every day guy." He almost said 'muggle' just to be funny, but cut himself off.

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night_and_day
2009-12-20 12:55 am UTC (link)

"I don't know. Normal makes you the freak here, doesn't it? You managed to be unique by doing absolutely nothing," she said, bringing another spoonful to her lips. She wondered how long he would last against her wolf. A bit morbid but it had been a sick little game for her for years. They never won, they simply lasted longer than others.

He was strong but not in the bulky sort of way that was more drugs than athleticism. He had a sort of awkward grace about him and he knew about this sort of thing. He would probably make it longer than the others. He might get cocky though, men tended to. He would last awhile but she would catch him. The next bite of cereal went down harder than the others.

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