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=Thread 4=

You are Delilah, a thirteen year old runaway. Though it hasn't always been that way, life has not passed you the best of cards. Now you are on the streets, just trying to survive while figuring out the growing mysteries surrounding you.
Will you find your happiness? Or will you succumb to the hate and misery inside of you?

INFO
Story thus far; http://pastebin com/WnGZwK04

Quick Guide of the Who and What (WARNING: Spoilers!): http://pastebin.com/tsrdSPqd

Twitter: @Cowboy_Sue


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>>98903
>>98903

Update below!
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Actually gotta run to the store real quick, then update.

We also have a discord, come make fun of me nerds.
https://discord.gg/0107qV9kiFDmJIZ3C
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>>114202
hi sue
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>>114238
Devil trips man is here.
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>>114448
You are a MONSTER

>>114315
Ayo
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You have a lot of secrets you could tell. But...what would be okay to tell Jessica?
She did tell you something personal as hell though.

...

"Since you told me why you did..." You bite your lip.

"I'll tell you why I did."

Damn...your head is starting to hurt again.

"I moved in two months ago. I was supposed to start school but I got sick right after I got here. For most of that time I was in bed, I just...couldn't stay awake. But one night...one night I woke up, and I could stay up. But that night..." You trail off, but continue.

"This man I didn't know was let into my room. He did awful stuff to me...so I attacked him. I couldn't stay so I robbed him and left...so much stuff happened between now and then." Your hand travels to the spot on your stomach.

"I...I um...also have this..."

What word should you use?

"Disease."

Sounds close enough.

"I get these...these weird cravings...I feel sick if I don't give in but I hate myself when I do..." You're scared to tell Jessica, but it might be for the best. Before you get another word a loud voice calls you back to the main area. Both of you hurry back and see everyone crowded around John.

"Alright folks, here's the run down. Edward and Roger are still missing, but otherwise everyone else seems accounted for. Now that snowstorm seems to be right above us right now, and it's supposed to be a doozey. To keep anyone else from getting hurt, we're going to use the buddy system, and you should let at least two other people know when you go out and where to. Luckily Aria has lent us her radio so we can keep up with the weather reports. As you know we lost a lot of supplies at Good Hope, so don't waste anything till we can get our bearings again. Dinner should be ready for everyone in about twenty minutes." The group dissipates back to their activities before hand. You notice Lawrence is still sleeping and Jessica's kids are awake.

How do you want to kill time till dinner?
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>>114498
Take a bath
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>>114498
Check out those books you pilfered. Might teach you some useful shit, learn you some chemistry or maths.
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>>114498
Since Sam has those weird contacts, maybe see if he's ever heard about... anything with saliva capable of accelerating healing.

>>114564
This is also good. Try catching up on the learnings we've been missing out on.
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>>114498
Ask Sam about the people eating other people
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I SEE THAT FANART
Buttercup will get a pic soon
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You really want to take a bath at this point, but there probably won't be enough time before dinner. You doubt this place would have any running water, and bathing means either going somewhere else or spending the time to heat up water and sponge bathing...
Those textbooks from earlier might be interesting, maybe you should take a look later. But for now you decide to go talk to Sam.

You walk over to where he is, Buttercup in your arms. Marilyn looks up at you with hopeful eyes and almost squeals when you pass her the puppy.

"Why don't you introduce her to the other kids?" You tell her and she runs off before you can finish your sentence. You watch as Marilyn displays Buttercup to the awe of the other children.

"So, what super secret thing did you wanna ask me?" Sam grins as he says this, he must be use to this sort of thing. You take a seat in front of him.

"If it's not a bother...I wanted to ask you about one of your stories..."

"Great! Which one?"

"Th-...the one about the people who eat humans."

"Oh...oh that one is a bit scary, you sure you want to hear it?"

You nod and Sam gets comfortable.

"Alrighty, don't go tellin' the other little ones. Marilyn had nightmares the first time I told her this. When I was overseas, I saw a lot of strange things. Course this was cause I was in other people's territory, but there were a few things that were strange even for them. This one woman, a local, came up to me once and begged me to take a look at her son. I went and there's this boy, a little younger then Lyn, tied to the bed. He looked like he hadn't eaten in months."

Your heart begins to race.

"I asked her what the problem was, why was he liked this? I could only understand some of what she was saying, but from what I could tell the boy was having these pains in his body and he suffered from a new awful temper and it wouldn't stop unless the boy ate human meat! His mother said he went up and just tore a chunk out of his father's arm! They had to tie down the boy cause at this point, even when they gave him what he wanted he would just want more! The woman was already down to six fingers!"

"Wh-...what did you do with the boy?"

"Well I checked on him but he was severely dehydrated among a whole heap of other problems, but I couldn't tell why he was having such strange cravings. The mother didn't want her boy to suffer no more so...now don't go telling Lyn this part...but I helped her put the boy outta his misery."

Is there anything else you wish to talk to Sam about?
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>>114745
Ask about the black market blood
Why/How does it help Jessica?
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>>114757
This.
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>>114745
Ask her if she've seen anything like this after.
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"Have...have you seen anything else...like that? Here?" You keep your voice quiet.
"Can't say I have ma'am, but I have seen some strange things."

You consider what to say next.

"That...that medicine Jessica has to take..."
"She tell you bout it?"

"What she knew...she mentioned something about it containing blood and that it was illegal."

"Hmm..." Sam leans back in his seat, arms crossed over his chest. "My dirty lil secret is spreadin'."

A look of panic must have washed over as Sam quickly reassures you.

"Just kidding just kidding. Everyone here knows where I get my supplies."

"The black market..."
"Guess you could call it that. See, lots of folks on the street need medication they can't afford. It cost a dollar to make a pill and they charge you a thousand for it, that kinda thing. So course some people are gonna find a way to get people what they need, legal or not. Now of course there are plenty of folks out there sellin' things that ought to not be sold, but there are a few just tryna help out others. Jessica told me about her condition, and I remember hearing about her medication being mentioned in my usual ahh...'market' place."

"Do you know how it works?"

"Bit embarrassed to admit this, bein' a former doctor 'n' all, but not completely. It workin' was a bit of a crapshoot, but it was either tryin' it or we'd have a young dead girl on our hands. Now from what I can tell, her disease attacks her body from the inside right? Her body starts to fail her 'n all that. This stuff she puts in her blood 'hides' the bad stuff, so her system don't end up attacking itself. Guess it puts it to sleep, somethin' like that."

"Why blood?"

"This stuff comes over from Asia, but apparently some people can be carriers for the disease but then they don't show any of the symptoms or side affects. It's like whatever it is is asleep in that person, and the body don't realize it's in them. You can only tell through testin'. So you take a carriers blood and put it in someone's 'active' body and them sleepin' cells cover up the bad ones and the body don't know any better. Or somethin', to be honest I was about half way through a bottle of whisky at the moment."

"Are you sure you're not now?"

"I wish." Sam laughs at this.

Anything else you want to talk to Sam about?

I AM NOT A MEDICINE NO BULLY
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>>114902
I think I need whatever you're getting from her. I think I have whatever she does, or a variant of it.

What's the worst case scenario? Is it possible that we can completely lose it and "turn"?
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>>114918
I could give you an answer but then it would be a
SNAPE DIES
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>>114918
Sam is a guy

>>114902
That's it for now see if we can find a ruler or something to measure the bite on our stomach
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>>114902
Could that disease be something that... maybe could infect through a bite?
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>>114950
*for
I was referring to Jess.
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>>114967
Yeah I misread your post
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"Could you catch that disease through something...something like a bite maybe?"

Sam thinks about you question.

"Well...I suppose so. Have to a pretty hard bite, see this thing is mainly a blood kinda deal. You can't just pass it on by sharing a drink. They would need to break skin, and there would need to be an exchange of fluids."

Your hand brushes over your stomach.

"Sam, can I ask a big favor?" You're a bit hesitant to ask.

"Does it involve cuttin' off my other leg?" You shake your head. "Then sure, ask away. I owe ya for bringin' back Lyn to me."

"That medicine Jessica takes...could you get me some?"

"Now why in the hell would ya want somethin' like that?" He doesn't sound angry despite his words.

"I...I think I might be sick...and I want to know if it'll help me..."

"Now listen here, unless you can prove to me that you really need it then I'm not just gonna go and hand you somethin' like that! You know if you inject yourself with it and it turns out you never had them to begin with, you'll be stuck with active ones for life? Then you WILL need to keep taking injections!"

Before he can continue there is a call for dinner. Sam gets up on his crutches and places a hand on your shoulder.

"Ah...I didn't mean to go off on ya like that. You just don't wanna get sick, ya know?" You nod and thank him and Sam hobbles off to get food. You get your food and eat, sitting with Jessica and the kids. Lawrence is up and discussing plans with the other adults. When you finish eating you excuse yourself from the group and walk to an empty room, taking a look at your stomach.

It's hard to tell for sure...you try to measure the distance between the marks with your fingers but it means nothing to you without a way to reference it against something.
It's after dinner, and everyone is up and about doing either their own thing or cleaning up. What do you do?
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>>115073
You bleed something black like ichor, right? You could cut yourself (lightly please, prick your finger maybe) and show Sam.

Also there's probably a ruler somewhere in the school. Anyone got a lockpick?
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>>115086
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>>115086
We clearly don't have the same thing as Jessica though as we don't need special blood or anything

We should figure out if we can starve it off. So far it's just been like a drug so if we can last through the withdraw's we might be able to be rid of it all together. Or we could die horribly, we really need to find someone who knows something about this whole vampire thing so we can figure out the rules.
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>>115173
I could be of assistance.
But I won't.
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>>115190
damn you Sue

I remember when we first got out in the sun we seemed to be in a bit of mental and possibly physical discomfort
Was this because of the sun or was that just our first blood withdraw
I don't think you've mentioned any problems with sunlight since.
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>>115217
You also forget you've been locked up in a room with no sunlight for two months and the fact that
you haven't been in 'withdrawal' status for a while, plus the winter cloud coverage.
So who knoooows~
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>>115073
we need to find blood NOW
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>>115482
We actually seem to be doing alright for now
We got a good bit from Lawrence and it seems to be tiding us over for now
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>>115486
yea but I want to go on a hunt
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>>115073
Since everything is pretty chill, maybe we should see if we can only heal people with our drool or if we can do other neat stuff too.

Maybe we don't even need tools to break down doors.
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>>115763
This seems like a good idea. We might not like the power but as long as its around we might as well make use of it for doing good.
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>>114498

Wait, so what was Jessica's reaction to Delilah's secret?
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>>115966
You were called away to the group meeting before you could find out cause I suck
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You feel like if you needed to prove to Sam that your body was not 'okay' you could show him the strange color of your own blood. While everyone is busy you sneak away from the main area again, going back towards the area you and Jessica explored. It's too dark to really search around, but a thought struck you.

If...if your spit can really heal people...

Maybe there's more you can do?

You find one of the doors the two of you were unable to open earlier. It looks weak, a man could easily knock it down.

Maybe a Delilah can too.

A deep breath, you take a few steps back and ram your body at the door, shoulder first. Like they do in the movies.

...

You're on your knees at the floor, hand over your now aching shoulder.

A man could knock down this door. A Delilah could not. Standing up, you're thankful no one else saw you and your mistake. A row of lockers are across the hall. Walking over you swing one open.

A Delilah can open these lockers easily.

You open each one. Most are empty or filled with stray papers and school supplies, maybe worth looking at in the light. You pull open the next one, a small knapsack at the bottom. Pulling it out, there's a weight at the bottom. Probably nothing interesting inside but you decide to look anyways.

Moving a little closer to the glow from the main room, you set the bag on the ground and open it. An array of magazines seem to be inside. You pull one out and see that a woman in a swimsuit is on the cover.

Okay, maybe a sports theme.

The next one has a woman...just...laying on a couch?

Maybe...a house wife thing? She's not dressed like one...

Another one has a woman naked, kneeling as she holds her breast and looks at the camera.

Uh...this one is obviously...for...what the hell kind of magazines are these?
What do you do?
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>>116701
rip them up and stuff them in an old toilet. No one will find them there.
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>>116701
Keep looking through them while discovering strange new feelings
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Reminder this is a baby bump before class and next update a bit later.
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>>116734
you tease
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wait, if an exchange of fluids at an open wound can spread this disease, doesn't that mean that delilah has infected lawrence with her spit?
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>>116747
saliva isn't fluids
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>>116701
Flip through the pages and discard them when they're clearly 2lood for a Delilah.
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>>116701
Hey you remember these magazines, you Dad used to have a stack in his office.

Flip through the Playboys, it's a coming of age tradition.
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>>116784
Fuck, *your
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>>116756
Saliva is most definitely bodily fluids
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>>117106
Only 100% confining Jessica here, but in this case bodily fluids capable of transferring her disease are blood, semen, and vaginal fluids. just like HIV you can't transfer it through saliva alone.
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>>117169
The human mouth is one of the most bacteria laden places on the planet, second only to cat mouths
Lawrence werewolf/vampire hybrid when?
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You feel like you need to hide these away and never look at them again. As you start to find a place to hide them, a gross curiosity takes you over. The name of one of the magazines sounds familiar...didn't you stumble across something similar in your dad's office once? He was out for the day and you were looking for a pair of scissors. Down at the bottom of a desk drawer you remember seeing a magazine with ladies in swimsuits, and you thought how strange it was that he would have something like that, he doesn't wear swimsuits.

The curious nature takes control of you as you sneak closer to the low lighting from the main room, careful to keep hidden as you flip open the first one. It seems pretty...tame. Just a lot of women in swimsuits and bikinis, though you notice that the ones they are wearing are rather...revealing. But otherwise kinda boring.

You take up the next magazine and flip through. Once again, page after page, you see pictures of women. They are in different poses that show off their body and are suggestive, but their 'lady' areas are always kept covered up, though barely. You feel a red heat rise up to your face, but you keep looking. These last two weren't too...awful. You wouldn't want to be caught dead with them, but you didn't see naked women like you expected.

You pick up the next magazine and quickly learn what a 'centerfold girl' is. Right away you are greeted with various women in risque poses, naked and exposed for everyone to see. A weird feeling in your chest rises...what is this?...

No, no more looking. Time to throw them away and never see those awful pictures again. You get up, ready to find somewhere to throw these magazines away when you hear Jessica calling for you.

"Hey, Bunny! You out here?"

Quickly you slam the magazines in a locker, running back to where Jessica is before she can question you.

"Oh there you are...hey, are you alright? You're face is red, are you heating up?" She touches a hand to your forehead but you jump back.

"I-I-I'm fine!" You stutter. There's no way anyone saw what you were looking at, yet you still feel like you had been caught.

"Well, if you say you're fine...then great! Mabel and Aria wanted to know if they could do some stuff with you!"

"W-what kind of stuff?"

"Well, Aria apparently was going to school for cosmetology or something, so she invited us over to practice on or something. What do you say? You want to try a make-over?"
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>>117450
you kids and your werewolves and your mothmens
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>>118103
Well we should probably have someone give us The Talk now that we're 13 and whatnot, though I'm not sure what good it'll do unfucking the association of suffering and violence Delilah must have with sex.

Sacrifice Jessica to the makeover first and see how Aria does, then based on her ability or lack thereof go ahead with or reject the offer.
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>>118103
Yeah sure, makeup fun
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>>118103
Wouldn't be too bad, maybe?
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"I uh..." You're unsure about it, but Jessica's eyes are lit up with excitement and you would feel bad turning down the offer.
"Alright...but you go first." She cheers and grabs your hand, pulling you over to the older girls. You've never had makeup on before, you always figured it was a high school thing.

Mabel and Aria are sitting on the ground, a light next to them. A large metal makeup case is opened next to Aria as she puts the finishing touches on Mabel's face. As she looks over an excited look comes over her.

"Ooh! Did you get me another person Jessica?" Aria speaks excitedly, almost too much as she smears the eyeliner she was apply to Mabel's face. "Ah---my bad!" She quickly goes to fixing her mistake.

"Thank god...I don't know if I can go through another session of this..." Mabel sounds bored as Aria looks over her handiwork.

"Hey, you're the only other one who ever lets me do this! I'm glad to have more people to work on, I need to practice on different faces. Now...alright! All done!" Aria displays Mabel's face to the two of you. Jessica gushes over it, "Ooh...you look so cool and mature Mabel!"

"Doesn't she?" Aria and Jessica's enthusiasm seemed to be matched, and Mabel looks over to you, rolling her eyes and mouthing 'help me'.

"Okay okay, so Jessica first...right?" Jessica nods and eagerly sits down, displaying her beaming face. Aria looks through her supplies and begins work on Jessica's face as you watch.

"Just like the girls in the magazine..." You let this slip, but luckily none of them think it's strange.

"Oh yeah, when I'm done Jess here will look like she belongs on a runway!"

They think you meant a fashion magazine. That's good.

You watch as Aria applies an array of different things to Jessica's face.

"Hey, Mabel, do me a favor and brush Bunny's hair alright? It would save me a lot of time..." Aria doesn't take her eyes off of her work as she hands Mabel a brush.

"Alright kid get over here." Mabel motions for you to sit in front of her. You're a little worried that she will end up pulling your hair too much, but to your surprise the brushing feels pretty nice.

"So how you holding up?" She asks from behind, removing tangles from your blonde hair.

"A-alright enough..." You feel a bit awkward having someone like her working on you, maybe it's their age but Mabel and Aria just seem...too cool for you.

"Well if you got anything to ask just lemme know, 'kay?"
Is there anything you would like to ask or talk about with the cool girls?
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How much do you think Delilah was sold off for?

three silver coins?
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>>118588
Guess how long they were here for

>>118613
A bus token and a paperclip.
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>>118613
Depends, who's the Griffith in this situation?
Who's the Casa?
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>>118642
Bunny and Lawrence

Which is which?
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>>118588
How'd they end up with the group and how long.
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"So uh...how long have you been here with the group?" You aren't all too sure what to ask right now. From behind you can hear Mabel chewing some gum as she offers you a stick. You accept it and she goes back to your hair.

"Well, we were living in the college apartments. I had a pretty nice scholarship at the time, but we were doing fine. Then Miss Trustfund over there decided to make her family upset and they cut her off. So then we were on a shoestring kinda budget, my scholarship money covered us just enough so we could study and work part time. Then those assholes in the office decided to up our damn tuition, so we had to move out...jeez kid you got some real tangles in here..."

Your head jerks back a bit as she struggles with a particularly tricky knot.

"This was back in uh...fall, right Aria? Anyways, this fall. We were pretty desperate though. Couldn't go to Aria's family cause they didn't approve and couldn't go to mine cause we'd probably end up more in debt." Mabel takes some bobby pins and begins to pull back your hair.

"We were stayin' at this woman's shelter, but they only let you stay there a few days. I was actually working with Sarah, Eric's wife, at a cafe when I told her about our little situation. She invited us in and well...here we are."

"So you had to drop out?"

"Oh no, I'm still going. Not this semester, but next semester I will at least be part time. I'm actually a business major." Mabel turns you to face her so she can work on the front of your hair.

"Just tryna get steady, ya know?" You nod, and hear Jessica squeal with excitement. You turn to see her looking into a hand mirror, Aria beaming at her work.

"Ahhhh ohmygawd look! I look so grown-up!" Jessica turns to you, and you can see all the word Aria put in. It does look like Jessica could go down a walkway now.

"How about it? Let me practice on you now?" Aria asks, holding up an eyeliner pencil.
Do you let her work on you? Is there anything else you wish to talk to them about?
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>>118851
Yes
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>>118851
Yes, and ask her what a business major is.
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>>118851
S-sure.

Ask Mabel what a business major is, and what Aria's family didn't approve of. Them going to college?
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You feel a brush go over your face and a hand on your chin.
"What's a business major?" Aria tilts you face to suit her needs as Mabel works on Jessica's hair next.

"That covers a lot of different things, but for me it meant that I'm studying to become something like a manager."

"That sounds hard..."

"It's not too bad."

"Why...why did your family turn you away, Aria? If you don't mind me asking..." You ask this before you feel lipstick glide across your lip.

"Tch...yeah tell her Aria." Mabel sounds annoyed, but Aria keeps a cheerful disposition.

"Well...see my family didn't mind my major just as long as I was going to school. They really liked my room mate over there too...till I introduced her as my girlfriend instead of my 'gal pal'."

You must look confused, as Mabel adds in;

"Dummy over there wasn't suppose to let her family know that she was sharing a one bedroom with another girl instead of some dude."

Oh. Oh wait...

Ohhhhhhh.

You're instructed to close your eyes as you feel powder being applied to your lids.

"Yep! They were gonna find out eventually...though it would be nice to still live in an apartment...but it's fine!" Aria looks over her work and smiles.

"You ready to see?" You nod and she hands you the mirror.

...

It's...a little scary. Not the application of the makeup, Aria is good at that. You just look...so grown up. It's not as done up as Jessica's and certainly not as heavy as Mabel's, but you just feel more...adult.

"It was nice working on your face, you have such prominent features. Your eyebrows are a bit thick...but I think they look nice. Make you stand out, ya know? And your lips are just a nice size, not too wide but thick enough to really 'pop' with the right shade...and your cheeks! Man your cheeks are amazing, I'm soooo jealous..."

As Aria contemplates her own features you look over each thing she mentions in the mirror.

"You look gorgeous!" Jessica leans over, taking a look at you.

"I'm not cute...I have a gap in my teeth and my nose isn't small and cute..." All the compliments fluster you.

"Nah, look at you. You're a natural cutie." Mabel joins in and you almost feel bullied. Before they can continue Sita calls Mabel over for assistance.

"Yeah yeah I'm comin', give us a hand Aria." You get up, as the girls leave to go help. Jessica is showing off her makeover to the kids and Marilyn, lauding over how pretty she looks.

Well, you got your first makeover. There's probably some time before everyone heads to bed, what do you do?
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>>119078
Ask Jessica about forbidden love.
Also weren't we going to go show Sam that we bleed black and possibly get our hands on some of the unnamed medication?
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>>119122
I don't know anon
ARE WE?
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>>119144
Presumably
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>>119078
Go to bed
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>>119122
I think it would be a good idea, it might not be what we need to replace normal hemoglobin, but it might come in handy for something.
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>>119078
Feel pretty and use some time before bed to read up on biology. Maybe the animals that live off blood will help towards understanding our condition?

>>119122
Nah, not when we're this pretty. Being gross would ruin the... illusion. ;_;
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You think back to what you had asked Sam. How could you show him that your body isn't 'right'?...
Picking up your wrist, you take a look at your veins. They look the normal color from the outside...but you know that if you were to cut yourself then a dark murky color would spill rather then the normal red.

You take out your knife, going to a corner and ready to make a slice against the back of your hand but you end up stopping yourself...

Right now...you feel pretty. In a way you haven't before. It would feel wrong to do something as awful as cutting yourself.

It doesn't matter. The girls were nice enough to do this for you, but it's not like you have anyone to show it to. You have no right making yourself look prettier...men like it when girl's wear makeup, don't they? Dressing yourself up like this is just asking for more problems, you can't handle wearing something like this, wanting to show off is just asking for it, they would blame you for your problems, it would be all your fault, entirely your fault, why do you think you should tr-

The knife stings, but in the heat of the moment you made your cut. It's a small one, and you can see the blood welling up. You watch as that strange color drips down.

...

Maybe you should have done this over by Sam...

You cover your cut as you walk over to him.

"Sam..."

"Well what can I do for you, pretty lady?"

Those kind of comments make you uncomfortable. How pitiful.

"I...I really think I need to get a vial of that medicine..."

"Not this again."

"N-no look..." You display your cut, the dark blood dripping down. "This...this isn't normal, right?"

Sam takes your hand and give it a good look.

"What the hell..." This is all he can say as he examines the blood.

"See? There's something wrong with my body...could you please get me that medicine?" You watch Sam contemplate over your request. Sighing, he goes and pulls out a bandage for you.

"I think that it's much too dangerous for you. But...I can't explain what this is. I'll get you some when the snow isn't a problem, but if you do this and you're wrong...then you really will be sick. Do you understand?"

"Yessir." You take the band-aid.

"Good, now don't go cutting yourself like this again, you hear me?"

"Yessir." You walk away before he can lecture you anymore. It feels like you need some air, but you don't think you can walk outside. Once again you go deeper into the school, applying the bandage over your cut. In the dark you stand, thinking about little else. You rub your face, feeling the makeup ever so carefully put on. You think about those awful thoughts you had earlier, and you cry a little.
What do you do now?
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Make out with a girl
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>>119476
Play with Buttercup.

>>119510
No anon, remember the last time we did that? We were drugged.
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>>119522
This. Buttercup will cheer us up.
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>>119476
Read a book nigga.
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>>119522
But we are not drugged right now.
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>>119638
I don't know about you but I am.
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Maybe playing with Buttercup will cheer you up. You walk back to the where she is, the kids playing with her. You watch them till they are called away to prepare for bed.
"Here girl..." She prances over to you, and tail wagging fierce. You pet and play with her, smiling a bit at her doofy face and whenever she trips over herself. All too soon though she becomes sleepy, and you pick her up.

Laying down your spot on the ground, you sit with Buttercup in your lap. She snuggles up to you, and you lay back. She comes up, licking your fingers before resting against your chest. Rhythmic breathing from her body is soothing, and you pet her while paying attention to it. Your eyes shut as you relax...

...

You dream of a girl, one much prettier then you. She laughs and mocks you, pointing our your frumpy clothes and funny looks. Every time you push her away she only comes closer.

It's your fault She whispers in your ear.

What?

All your fault Her long fingers drape around your cheeks pulling you in closer.

Do you deserve to be happy?

I-I think so...

Why you, and not the people who work so hard for it? What do you do? You cry and run away, you hurt people that try to help you. If anything, you deserve everything you get. Her words bring tears down your face, and a wicked grin to hers. Bright red lips press against your chapped pink ones, and you don't struggle.

Even in your dreams people take advantage of you.

No...no this is your dream. Even if what she says is true...you deserve to have some form of joy at least in your dreams...don't you?

How dare SHE come in here and say these things to you?

Your fists curl up in a ball and your scratch as her face. The grip on yours isn't released and she presses deeper.

No...no no no...you won't be a victim here too...

Your nails dig into her face, unbelievably bright red blood raining out from the marks. Blood...

A shift in your body happens, and it's you leading this morbid kiss.

CRUNCH

The pretty girl pulls away, her tongue missing and blood pouring out from her mouth.

And in a moment, you lose control and she is no longer pretty.

...

You jump awake, knocking over Buttercup. It's dark, it seems you fell asleep before everyone. Catching your breath, you notice how cold your fingers are and how fast your heart is beating.

It's freezing in here, even with Buttercup curled up with you.

You're scared to fall asleep again.
What do you do?
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>>119728
In its own fucked up way the dream might be telling us something important. If we keep running away from things either literally or metaphorically we will always be taken advantage of. Lets take a few deep breaths, calm down, and go back to sleep. Right now life is hard, we won't have the strength to face it without a good nights sleep.
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>>119728
Contemplate the meaningless and indifference of the universe.
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>>119638
Did this tickle your taco?
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>>119728
Plan our revenge.

A break-in at the camping supply store would probably ruin the cashier's life. Spreading the pictures and tapes we saw in the backroom around to get his and the other men's faces out there would further our vengeance.

... and we could probably get some gloves to help deal with this damn weather.
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>>119728
Pet buttercup for knocking her over till you both fall asleep
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>>119728
Try to cuddle up with Jessica and the kids for warmth.
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>>119814
Is I because am I Mexican?!

>>119728
Search for something to cover yourself and buttercup. Think about fighting back and Revenge later
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You lay back down, petting Buttercup.

"Sorry about that..." You whisper to her, but the puppy has forgiven you before any transgression took place. Her tiny body curls up against yours, and you appreciate the warmth she gives. You push your hands underneath her fur, warming your chilled fingers.

This building holds so little heat, and you even less. You swear that you can see your breath almost. Glancing around, you notice most everyone sleeps in a group of some sort.

Smart...Jessica was so clingy in bed to keep warm...survival instincts. For now, Buttercup is enough to keep your digits from freezing off. You make sure to share the coat with her, just in case.

For now...it would probably be best to sleep. Hopefully you won't have such an awful dream again. You count backwards, in attempts to calm your jackrabbit heart.

Maybe tomorrow you will see about getting a bath of some sort, that would be nice.

As you pet Buttercup, your mind drifts back to your memories.

You begin to remember when you found out your dad died...
What were you doing/where were you when you found out?

SHort update, keyboard dying.
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>>120085
Coming back from school or from a neighbor friend's house.
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>>120085
Trying to figure out something for his birthday.
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>>120085
Returning from school
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>>120085
Neighbor girl and family took us in for a few minutes. Our Mom was tearing apart the house and eaten up with grief and anger.

Our Mom snapped at them for keeping us away and the friendship ended abruptly with that.
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You had been making plans for your father's birthday. It was two weeks away, and you were hoping that the day would be a bright warm May. With your friends at school you discussed the different ideas you had to surprise him. This year you wanted to make him a cake by scratch. Your neighbor's mother even agreed to let you do it at their house so it would be a surprise. You had saved up as much allowance as you could to buy the ingredients and his present. You had plans to next day to look for the gift.
You walked home with a giddy step and excitement in your chest, the neighbor girl walking with you as usual. Saying your goodbye as you walked up to the house, what came next was earth shattering.

When you opened the door to your house, it was to the destruction of your mother. Tears were running down her eyes and she screamed, breaking the unsuspecting items around her. You considered the possibility of her being mad at your father, finally snapping at his coldness to her, but the words she screamed stuck you like a knife.

"DEAD! HE'S...HE'S DEA-AAAAAAAAAD!"

The impact of her words made you the opposite of her; speechless and stationary. You were trying to comprehend what your mother had just said. She couldn't possibly mean your father...could she?

Continuous screams and the actions of a damaged woman must have caught your friend's attention, as soon enough you felt a hand pull you back.

"Come on honey...stay over till she cools down, okay?"

Without a word you followed, the door left half open. The mother didn't even realize the gravity of the situation till she set you down at the kitchen table.

"I...I think my daddy died..." You said this, and the tears finally came. Your friend and her family did their best to give you support, Lord knows it wouldn't be coming from home.

Only a few short moments had passed before the front door was violently beat. There your mother stood, torn clothes and makeup running down her face. The sound of the two women arguing scared you, but your fear increased when your mother stormed in and dragged you off by the arm.

"YOU DON'T THINK I CAN TAKE CARE OF MY OWN DAUGHTER?" The smell of liquor drifted off of her, the grip around your wrist so tight bruises formed. Your friend's mother did all she could to convince her to let you stay, but your mother was never really known for friendliness.

In that day, you lost your father, a friend, and the sun in your life became dimmer.

...

You wake up to the sound of the building becoming alive and the thudding in your head. Sitting up, you can feel the winter chill from outside trying to creep in. It seems everyone is awake at this point.
What do you want to do?

I AM FREE FROM FINAAAAAALS
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>>120527
dammit there was a bit of a mistake. The one who pulls her back was her friend's mother. Not that it matters.
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Get!
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>>120653
NICE TRY SATAN
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>>120527
Get breakfast.
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>>120661
WE WILL NOT BE HAVING BLACK MAGIC IN MY THREAD!
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>>120661
Damnit!
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>>120527
Get breakfast and then
Get out shit slapped hard by blood withdraws
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>>120527
Take Buttercup out for a poop before she takes matters into her own hands.
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You get up, finding Buttercup circling around in place. It seems like she needs to go outside...great.
As you get dressed Marilyn brings you over breakfast, two white pieces of bread with peanut butter slapped in the middle. You thank her and she runs off to help with the rest of breakfast. Holding it in your mouth, you let Jessica know that you are just stepping outside with Buttercup as she struggles to get her kids dressed.

The snow has covered absolutely everything. You struggle to find your footing, having to hold Buttercup along the way so she doesn't sink into the snow. A tree near the fence has offered just the right amount of coverage to make standing over there feasible. You set Buttercup down and let her do her business, slowly chewing at the peanut butter sandwich. You watch as the snow continues to lightly fall. It doesn't look like it will stop, but it's no where near storm levels. As you eat you see Lawrence step out, lighting up a cigarette as he stands by the building. You wave at him and he walks over, stepping through the snow much easier then you could.

The two of your stand underneath the tree as you enjoy your breakfast and his cigarette slowly burns.

You can't help but feel your head start to hurt again. It's not too terrible...but that doesn't mean it won't get that way soon.
What do you do as you wait for Buttercup to do her thing?
Short update again, gotta get dinner.
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>>120809
Ask Lawrence how his cut is doing
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>>120809
Oh right and ask about his record again
He did say ask in the morning didn't he?
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>>120832
You're not the boss of me
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>>120809
"Smoking won't help clarify your speech."

Don't forget to be sassy.
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>>120843
Harsh
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>>119476
we don't really plan on giving ourselves some kind of degenerative disease do we
i bet we can smell bad blood so it's best to follow our nose, and also not to go for low hanging fruit
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You watch the smoke rise from the end of the cigarette, disappearing into the gray winter air.

"You know...there's something I've been wanting to tell you for a while." He looks over at you, undivided attention on you.

"If you keep smoking this much you're voice will never get any better."

A moment later Lawrence has lit his second cigarette and you contemplate the pain of being flicked again. Buttercup runs up to you, her wet paws pressed up against your legs, begging to be lifted out of the cold snow. You grant her wish, holding her in your much warmer arms.

"You aren't mad at me, are you?" You ask hesitantly. Lawrence responds by petting Buttercup, shooting you a glance that reads 'are you kidding'.

"That's good...cause there is something I wanted to ask..."

You hope this doesn't upset him.

"You um...promised to tell me what your police record was about." As you ask this you bite your lip, awaiting his response. The scratch of pen on paper, he struggles to write and keep the paper dry. It takes a few minutes, but you are given an answer.

Remember how I told you the story, about how my throat got messed up? I didn't accept being crippled very well. Michele had already ran away while I was recovering, none of my friends were around, and I just held this grudge to those guys. I had this weird hate balling up inside me, I was irritated and mad constantly. When I was discharged from the hospital, I knew I had to get it out. I had to get revenge. I went to the guy's apartment, broke in, and beat him nearly to death. I got a sentence and he got a wheelchair for the rest of his life. It was only a few months before my 18th birthday, but I got trialed as a juvenile and got out earlier then if I had been given an adult's sentence. Still, it was a few years I was locked away for.

So he has hurt people before. As you read this he quickly scribbles down another response.

I don't want you scared of me though, alright? I use to have trouble with it, but I've gotten much better at controlling it now.

"Except for Roger..." As the words slip out you regret every moment of it. You cover your mouth in a futile attempt to keep the words in and you see Lawrence look away from you, towards the building.

Without any words you can tell he's trying to say 'yeah, except for Roger.'.

There's an uncomfortable silence between you two.
What do you do?
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>>121149
Grab his sleeve
"I'm not scared of you, just of causing you more misery"
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>>121149
Hug him
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Buttercup licks your face, completely ignorant of the situation you have just created. You look her in the eyes, thinking;

'Why do I make things weird?'

All she does is look back at you with her dumb puppy eyes and goofy dog grin. Yet, her uselessness inspires you.

Tugging on his shirt sleeve you say;

"I'm still not scared of you, if that's what you're thinking. I just...hate how I always make situations worse..."

A note is handed to you.

Your eyeliner is smearing.

You panic and try to fix it, but you have no idea what you're doing. If anything you just made it worse.

"Uh did I fix it?" You ask, but you can see Lawrence once again trying to keep from laughing.

"Well then, if you wanna be like that I'm keeping the coat." You cross your arms, squeezing Buttercup. Lawrence shrugs.

I didn't think I was going to get it back anyways.

"So uh...how's your cut?" You have been worrying about this, especially with all the walking you two did. Instead of an answer he flashes you his stomach. It looks like it's holding itself together well. You comment on how well it seems to be healing, though you can't help the shiver that ripples through your body.

You should head back inside, you'll catch something out here.

"Okay, I'll see you later then." You walk carefully to the building, taking care to step in the tracks he had left behind. They're almost too deep for you...

You enter the school building, setting Buttercup down.
What would you like to do now?
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>>121307
hunt
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>>121307
Go search for a ruler again.
And just completely accidentally and totally by chance happen upon those magazines again. It's not like we were looking for them or anything.
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>>121307
BLOOD

For real though, we should probably take some time to consider what to do in the long run.
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Maybe now would be the best time to look for a ruler and investigate your bite further. Sneaking into the hall, you walk past the lockers.

...

You should take a look later to make sure those magazines are still there and then make a plan to get rid of them. You swear that you can feel the nipples starring at you through the metal door.

Door by door, you go looking for a ruler. You take a look at the textbooks you and Jessica had found earlier.

US History

Might be...fun...to read when you get bored.

Most doors keep you out of their rooms, but you manage to get one classroom open. Digging through the dusty remnants, you find dead calculators, pencils, staples...

A ruler.

Lifting up your shirt, you measure the distance between the bites. You then compare it to your own teeth.

Who ever it was that did it was bigger then you, but that's not really saying much. You might need to try and compare against a few other people. You mark the length on the ruler and investigate the rest of the room. Nothing interesting really strikes you, marking the sign that it is time to return. Ruler in your pocket, you walk down the empty halls. Once again you pass by the lockers holding your dirty secrets...

...

Oh dammit.

You're shocked when you open the locker and find only one magazine remaining, the swimsuit one. As if on cue, you can hear Jessica's scolding voice travel through the building.

"THOMPSON! CLARK! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT!!!" You rush in to see Jessica pulling the boys up by the ears in a corner of the room, an open magazine on the ground.

The centerfold.

"You boys should NOT BE LOOKING AT THIS KINDA THING!" Jessica snatches the magazine away. "Do you have any others? Where are they?"

"No no! That's the only one!"

"Yeah the other one was just a boring swimsuit thing..."

The cries of the boys resonate in the air as Jessica pulls them away.

"You guys are going on kitchen duty!"

A bit relieved, you sit down, Buttercup running up to you. That still means the other one is missing...hopefully you don't have to worry about finding it again.

The pounding in your head reminds you of what is important. You're going to have that overwhelming desire to feed again...but how are you going to keep getting blood? If you're cooped up inside it's just going to get worse, and you can't just sneak some away. Bother...
What would you like to do now?
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>>121436
Distract ourselves from the hunger by finding someway to be useful
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>>121436
Read you some U.S. History. Maybe get some more information on that war Sam was involved in, where it happened, the belligerents, and the results.
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>>121524
Pretty sure it was the Nam
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>>121530
Considering the economic crisis the outcome may have been different. Did we win? Did the Cold War turn hot as a result? What about the Presidents, did Reagan and Bush come to power in the 1980's like in our timeline?

We've got the book, let's figure out how things got this fucked.
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Maybe those textbooks will take your mind off of things for a while...

You pick up Buttercup and go back to the supply closet, picking out the least moldy of the books. Flipping through the pages, you see that these are incredibly old, much older then you. However you come across a chapter labeled; the US and Vietnam. The year underneath it seems to match up to when Sam would have been enlisted. You skim through the pages...a lot of it is political jargon that you do not completely understand. You pick up some information regarding the US sending troops in to try help some of the Vietnamese citizens, something about communism and Russia...you didn't get to cover this in school yet so you feel a bit lost. Before you close the book you catch one last piece of text;

Many troops were pulled out early due to the spread of several unknown diseases. An unusual amount of casualties amounted from this, including the deaths of thousands of Vietnam natives. It was never officially announced but many believe this allowed for the communist victory in Vietnam and surrounding countries.

The ache in your head grows a bit, but you can ignore it for now. Maybe some pain killers will help relieve it...

You walk back down the hall, but the sound of shuffling from a classroom catches your attention. It's coming from one of the doors that you tried before...did someone manage to open it?

For a moment you consider opening the door, but decide to head back to the main room instead. Still, you wonder what was happening in that room. You sit down and play with Buttercup.
What do you want to do now?
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>>121705
What's everyone doing?
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>>121724
Most of the adults seem to be working on making the windows more secure, but you don't see all of them. Jessica is reading out l\loud to the kids and Marilyn. The old ladies are doing their old lady things.
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>>121730
muh bad shoulda mentioned that, tests n shit got me exhausted yo
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>>121705
Consider telling someone about the shuffling in the classroom. Could be a street dog that isn't as nice as Buttercup.

Or a pack of them.
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>>121734
You blew it Sue
Quest ruined
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>>121741
This

whoever invented captcha sucks
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>>121755
Dat you, dubs cowboy?
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>>121764
Where my evil trips at
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>>121770
you've lost your devilish power Sue, accept it
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>>121750
Or maybe it's a friendly pack of Jersey Devils attracted by the smell of vampires, werewolves and mothmen living peacefully together.
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>>121770
Not here.
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Rather then bother an adult, you go over to Jessica. You kneel beside her and whisper in her ear.

"I think I heard something in one of the classrooms, one of the locked one."

"Did you try opening it again? Maybe it's just one of the guys looking around for supplies?"

"Well no...I didn't try opening it..."

"Just go ahead and try it. If it's anything scary, you can run back in here to me. I'll keep you safe~" Jessica sticks out her tongue as she says this.

You stick your tongue back at her in defiance and go back to the hallway. Walking back, you find the door again. This time you hear no noise from inside. You're ready to open the door, but instead you press your ear against it instead.

...

Nothing...

You don't think you saw anyone come back out from the hallway though...

Do you go ahead and try to enter the classroom? The small window on the door is covered with paper, so you can't look in.
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>>121797
Go in but keep our hand on our knife
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>>121797
Open the door and look in, but don't enter yet, there could be spoops inside
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>>121797
Just... try knocking? Maybe it actually is someone from the group looking for supplies. Call out.

We've got good running legs, so we can bolt it back to the group if bad things make noises.

>>121812
DO YOU REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED LAST TIME
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>>121823
I'm not saying stab without looking
Just keep it ready
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>>121833
YOU CAN LOOK BEFORE STABBING? Well shit
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>>121836
I DON'T KNOW SUE
CAN WE?
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>>121823
>>121836

WE'RE GOING IN BLIND BOYS
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You consider knocking, but what if it's an intruder? That would just send them running off...if you there's a chance to be helpful then you would be more then glad to accept it. If it's just one of the guys, you'll apologize for the situation and a bit awkward but none the worst off. If it is an intruder or...or a pack of dogs or something...then you'll run off to get help.

In slow and calculating movements, you turn the door knob. Unlike before it turns easily...too easily. It seems like the lock had been roughened up rather then unlocked.

The door pushes out with ease, a major surprise to you. You dare to open it just a crack, keeping an ear open for any sudden noises. Greeted with nothing unusual, you push the door open a bit more. You make sure your knife is in reach, ready to pull out in a moment's notice...

The room is bigger then you thought it would be, much darker too. You see that the windows had been painted over years earlier. Stacks of desks and chairs are pushed in, creating a dusty maze. With silent steps you creep in, kneeling behind the desks for coverage. You're ready to stand up, you feel ridiculous. Whoever was in here must have left...

Just as you are about to stand up you hear the flipping of pages behind a tall stack of desks, by the wall.
Do you try to be sneaky and investigate further or leave? You figure it's not anyone from outside the group.
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>>121858
Sneaky sneak. Peeky peek between the desks to try and make out who it might be.

We're gonna find Thompson shucking his corn or something, aren't we?
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>>121858
Sneak with knife ready to use.

DONT STAB WITHOUT VISUAL CONFIRMATION OF ENEMIES
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>>122008
Seconding.
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>>121858

Maybe it's an old teacher or librarian or something who can give us some schooling. We should start trying to develop our academic skill, to help us get off the streets. We don't want the life of those strippers or Michele.

Delilah/Bunny seems reasonably interested in biology. Let's get her studying about animals and animal psychology to train the puppy, anatomy too in case pupper gets hurt. Her dream is to be a writer, right? We should look for some literature. That way, if we're bad at writing we can become a vet or something instead.

All I'm really saying is, avoid the creepy room unless you won't get hurt for sure.
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>>121865
This. Keep the knife away, just be ready to whip it out.
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>>122120
That'd actually be neat. We could ask Sam for help with that, as well, seeing as he was a combat medic.

It's not quite the same, but it'd give us a good foundation to build on.

So long as he doesn't ask us to amputate his other leg. Turn his joke right back at him.
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>>122172

Maybe part of her vampiric powers could eventually be, with training, slight command over animals. Not to the extent where a wild animal will do exactly your bidding, but to the extent that domestic animals will be more willing to please and easier to train for you, able to do more complex tasks. Wild animals could be influenced or conditioned more easily, a coyote being unwilling to attack us, for example, or a stray dog coming to our aid in a fight.

Maybe this could also allow us to 'communicate' with animals - not in the sense of talking or mind reading, but just more attuned to their body language and able to sense their mood a lot better (ie, a gut feeling that the dog is excited because it found food, or the cat is wary because there was a fight recently). Nothing too OP or unreal, just having a good close bond with nature, in the way 'horse whisperers' can read and influence animals.

Just some thoughts, nothing to do with the creepy man and creepy room.
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Time for more emotional trauma
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>>121858
Shout "Who is it?!"

If somebody recognizable turns around, we're good.

If not, run bitch, ruuuuuuuun!
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Okay...you will carefully sneak over and take a peek at who it is.

As you approach your mind races with the different possibilities. Maybe it'll be something like an old teacher, locked away at school harboring and honing their knowledge, awaiting a new student to teach.

Or...or maybe it's the Jersey Devil...waiting for you to approach on him and make you his long awaited next victim. You remember the older brother of your friends scaring you with stories of it...you couldn't sleep for a week after that.

Just a quick look, and then you'll run off when you see for sure what it is. You prepare yourself, heart beating like crazy. Peaking your head around the corner, you see...

...

Nobody?...

There is, however, an open trapdoor.

Walking carefully up, you can feel a freezing draft from the ground. The sound of papers flipping come up again, and you search for the source.

There's a sketchbook laying flat down, the blank white papers flipping back and forth with the draft. You pick up the large book and flip through it, it seems like no one has done anything in it ye-

PLOP

Flopping to the ground, you have discovered where your 'lonely housewives' magazine has went...

You rearrange everything back the way it's supposed to before looking at the trapdoor. It's dark inside, but there is a ladder leading down.
What do you do?
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>>122672
What, someone's been getting into our gloriousdepraved magazines? Well, call down the trapdoor and see if anyone's there. If nobody calls back let's book it the fuck out of this room.
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>>122672
Report findings
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>>122672
Maybe we should find a flashlight, and some backup. We should definitely tell the others about the trap door, though. Could be an old bunker or something.

And if someone's enough of a degenerate to hide down here with one of... those magazines, who's to say they wouldn't do things to us.
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>>122715
This seems like a good idea too.
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First you'll see if anyone is down there, then go tell someone what you found. It might be worth exploring, or at least making sure there's nothing hiding out inside.

"Anyone down there?" You call out, not too loudly, but your voice travels easily, echoing in the depth below.

See, nothing down there...no need to be scared. Now to find someone bigger and braver then you to explore it and it'll be fine.

A loud crashing noise from below makes your heart skip a beat.

Okay, no. Nope. Nope nope nope nope.

Slamming down the door, you can hear someone climbing up the ladder. You consider standing on top of the door to keep it closed, but then you would be stuck holding in whoever is there...

Instead, you push a stack of two desks over top the door. Standing back, you await to see how well it holds...

You can hear the door wiggling, and then banging against it.

Looks like, at least for now, it will hold. It still scares the hell out of you though.

Running back to the main room, you look around for someone to tell, someone that could help...you can't focus. Your heart is beating too much.

"What's up missy? You've looked like you seen a ghost." John walks by, carrying a box.

"I found a d-d-door...a door in the ground! I think there's s-s-somebody inside...!" You try to get your words out in a coherent structure.

"And how would you know that?"
"I trapped them inside!"

A minute later you and John are standing in front of the trap door, flash light in his hands. There's silence as you two stand there...

"If someone's there you better say something before I get in there."

As soon as John speaks the banging on the door starts anew, the desks violent shaking. You see his hand reach for his pocket, and you notice a knife much larger then yours stored inside.

"Alright...I'm gonna see what this is...if something grabs me go run for help, okay?" You nod and watch him approach the desks. Slowly he slides them away...

When the door swings open you jump back, hand on your own knife.

"Jesus Christ!" You see John kick at whoever is coming out, and there's the sound of them falling back down the ladder. John shines his light down the hole, and starts apologizing.

"Oh...oh man...I am so sorry..."

Your heart can't stop its rapid beating as you await to see the person climbing back up the ladder.
....
[1/2]
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>>122817
...

Lawrence hangs over the edge of the opening, covered in dust, cobwebs, and holding on to his now bloodied nose.

A few minutes later you're standing above the opening, looking in. Dim lights are shinning inside, but soon enough they come back up. John and Sam emerge out, dusting themselves off.

"Well...it's pretty dirty down there but it's well built. Definitely a bunker of some sort." Sam says this as he brushes himself off.

"So is it safe to go down there?" You look back down the hellish looking hole.

"Well...so long as no one traps you in there with desks, then sure it it." John smirks over at Lawrence sitting back on a desk, bright red tissues surrounding him and one against his nose.

"There was some boxes down there, didn't take a look inside. Might be some supplies though, if you would like to look for us at some point." Sam picks his crutch up. You're honestly not sure how he managed to climb the ladder...

Do you offer to explore the bunker now or later?
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>>122821
Now.

Also, we need to get Lawrence something that he can make a noise with so we don't kick him in the nose or stab him in the dark.
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>>122821
This is far too interesting to leave alone, also lets invite Lawrence along, if he's already been down there than he'll be more familiar with it than Sam or Delilah.
Also this >>122831
We should get Lawrence a rape whistle or something.
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>>122821
We Spelunky now. Let's see what artifacts lie deep down in the abyss.
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>>122838
We could ask the Law what he was doing down here all alone studying anatomy~

And then get flustered when we word it weird.
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>>122715
Just because a dude jacks off to porn doesn't make him a rapist. If anything it makes him less likely to rape because he's satisfying his sexual urges
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"Yeah, I'll go down now." John passes the flashlight on to you.
"Thanks missy. Just keep an eye out, nothing's gonna cave in on you but the floor isn't completely flat either." John looks over at Lawrence.

"I've told you man, we really need to get ya a bell or something." Lawrence responds with a glare as he changes his soaked tissue for a new one. "Hey at least I didn't break it! Look, I owe you a nice dinner or something, alright? Drinks on me, that kinda thing."

You thank John and Sam for their help and peer down the hole again.

"Kinda scary...but I guess the monster is already out..." You glance up at him as you say this, a side grin on your face. A balled up tissue is thrown at you.

"Sorry about...you know...trapping you in there. I got scared." You start to climb down the ladder. "I heard noises coming from inside and I thought maybe someone had broken in..." You jump down the last few rungs, landing to your feet easily.

"But now I'm gonna have to ask...why were you alone in here?" You wait for Lawrence to come down the ladder, twisted up tissue plugging his nose. You hold the flashlight for him as he writes.

I just wanted to take some time to get some sketches done. I'm really camera shy about that stuff...I can't focus with people watching. And when you draw, suddenly everyone wants to watch.

Well...that explains the sketchbook. But what about the magazine...

You look around the cavern. The ceiling is pretty low, but the room makes up for it in length. It could easily hold a group ten times your size. Well...that may be a bit much...but it is rather big. There are a few stacks of boxes along the edge of the wall. A few of them have fallen over...probably from when you scared Lawrence.

"Here, you can just hold the flashlight for me." You pass it over and start on the first box.

"Why would this be in a classroom...do you know?"

You open the box, pulling out folded and musky blankets.

Sam mentioned that this may have been an add on after the school was built. This might have been one of the few places they could have put it in after construction was finished.

You shake out the blankets, they smell a bit funny but it looks like they will be fine to use.

What do you want to talk about as you go through the boxes?
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>>122909
why were you looking at pictures of naked ladies?
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>>122900
That definitely sounds like something a thirteen-year-old girl who's had very poor sexual education and who's been raped twice would know.

Yeah.

>>122909
Ask him if that's what the magazine was for. He's really good at faces, but maybe not so much with... bodies?
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You discover a penny except the head is Amy Schumer. You decide to keep the penny just in case you need it.
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>>122909
Sounds like it might be an old nuke shelter or something.
Obviously ask Lawrence about the magazines, and ask him about what he thinks this place is.
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>>122909
Ask what a communism is.
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>>122995
>You discover a penny except the head is Amy Schumer
what
who
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>>122995
Is that a reference to something?
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"Oh alright, that makes sense..." You set the box of blankets by Lawrence, in a to-take-up pile, and move on to the next one.

"So...how does the magazine help with that?"

You take a glance at him as you open the box. From what little light there is you can see that his face has turned a deep shade of red and there's a long pause before he begins writing.

The box in front of you seems to be full of canned food. Dusty canned food. You read the label.

Sardines

No...nooooooooo. You pull out can after can of this. Sardines, it's all sardines. You shove the box away in disgust. You start on the next box when you are given an answer.

Once again, crossed out words and sentences litter the page.

That was just -crossed out words- I picked it up and decided to -crossed out words- keep it for -crossed out words- studying later.

"You mean for like...your drawing stuff right?"

Something like that.

It feels like he weaseled his way out of the answer. You decide to focus on the boxes instead. Maybe you should ask someone else what those magazines are for later, maybe Jessica will know.

"Um...what do you think about this place? Do you think it could be useful?" As you move the box closer to the light, and see what appears to be a penny underneath the box. Picking it up, you notice that it's a little...strange.

It's a bit bigger then a usual penny, and there's a side portrait of a young girl. Flipping it over, you see the raised up words;

To my dearest Amy

You would feel bad leaving it there, so you slip it into your pocket.

It could be useful for storage. But what I'm thinking is that if we get unexpected visitors again then this can either be used as a hiding place or a way to trap them inside till we can figure out what to do with them.

You read this part and are given another note.

That last part sounded more ominous then I intended, but you know what I mean.

The box in front of you is filled with nonperishable medical supplies; bandages, gauze, that sort of thing. Moving it to the take-up pile, you're ready to open another box but enter into a violent sneezing fit.

It's probably too dusty in here for you, take a breather for a bit and then you can keep exploring later.

You agree, rubbing your nose. With Lawrence's help you get the three boxes up the ladder. He lets you carry the one with the blankets and they are brought to the main room. As you set down the box, Jessica comes up to you.

"Hey, I was going to take Lisa with me and Mable and Aria, we were going to go and try and get to some showers a few blocks away, do you want to come along?"
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>>123109
FUCK I FUCKED UP THE FORMAT
Not everything at the end was suppose to be in italics, obviously. Please use critical thinking skills.
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>>123109
A shower is probably long overdue, let's go.
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>>123109
Shower sounds in order. Gives us a chance to ask about the nudie magazines, too.

And we'll probably return to the other kids running screaming from Sam who's enjoying a nice can of sardines.
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>>123115
Lawrence narrated all of that, right?
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>>123253
"Yo what the fuck lawrence this other shit didn't happen what the hell"
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>>123257
"Is Delilah gonna to have give a bitch another cut?"
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"That sounds great actually."
"Good, cause you and Lawrence look like you need one badly." Jessica pulls off a web from your hair. "He'll have to go with the guys though."

You thank Lawrence for the help and grab clean clothes to change in to. Soon you rush to the other girls, ready to head out. Everyone is dressed in their warmest clothes.

"Alright John, we're headin' out." Mabel calls out and John waves her off. She leads the way and the group walks into the unforgiving cold. In a single file line you all walk, Mabel leading the way and Aria bringing up the rear. The wind is freezing and you can't be more thankful when you guys arrive at the community center. You just follow as Mabel leads you in. There aren't many people here, as expected. You're surprised the place is even open with the weather being so bad. She motions for you all to follow her, and you sneak past the check in desk.

"Showers and locker room should be right about...here we go!" Mabel opens the door and you all file in. There are benches and lockers, two showers with cheap curtains open and awaiting.

"Looks like we'll need to take turns." Mabel sits down on the bench, removing her shoes and socks. "You go first Aria."

"Lisa needs help, so I'll go in with her, will you help dry her off when she's done so I can shower?" Jessica asks as she helps the little girl remove her many layers of clothing.

"Yeah, sure." You say this and Aria throws a towel at you.

"I didn't see one on you, I hope you don't mind using one of mine."

"Oh, no thank you!"

You're immediately flustered as you see Aria and Jessica start to undress in front of you. They're talking with Mable like it's no big deal. You can't help but compare their bodies.

Jessica doesn't really have curves to her body, she's more straight...till her breast. You couldn't tell as well with clothes, but you feel like they are rather big, light freckles going down her body.

Aria on the other hand is more petite, her thin waist giving her slight hour glass figure, though she seems less...endowed.

How...how is your body going to end up?

The girls step into their showers and you hear the water running.

"So, what's up chick?" Mabel asks.
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>>123286
N-Nothing!
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>>123286
ask why Lawrence was looking at naked women in a magazine
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>>123286
Ask her what puberty is like aside from the bleeding and discomfort.

Also why girls would get naked and have their pictures in magazines.

... also if guys like that sort of thing.
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>>123286
Ask her what she thinks of your body.
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"Ah it's n-nothing!" Was she calling you out for staring at everyone? You just...you never really seen naked bodies in person aside from your own.

"Aw c'mon, don't be shy. You look like you got something to say." Mabel takes out some nail polish remover, taking off her chipped paint.

"Um alright well...why do guys like those magazines...with the naked girls in them?" You await an answer, hearing Mable stifle in her giggles.

"Pfft...you mean like what the boys found earlier?...God I laughed my ass off." She can't help but let it out now, speaking her words between laughter. "They probably just thought it would be neat to look at some tits, I don't think they were actually gonna to rub one out right there."

"So uh...could you use one for studying?"

What the hell does rub-one-out mean?

"Who told you that?"

"Well uh...L-Lawrence...I think I found one of those magazines with ladies laying around n-naked...hidden in his sketchbook. He told me it was for study..." You feel bad throwing him under the bus, but you just need to understand.

Mabel's body shakes...she's trying her best to not burst out in further laughter.

"You know-....he was lying-...when he said that-...right?" She's trying to keep her voice steady. This is extremely entertaining for her.

"T-then what are they used for?..."

You see a grin spread on her face.

It feels like you're about to be bullied.

"Donchu masturbate?"

"E-excuse me...?" You've heard that word before, but you can't really connect it to a meaning, but the word feels rather crude.

"Ya know, touch yourself when no one is around? Don't you do it?"
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Let's just plead the fifth on this one, but also turn cherry red from head to toe.
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>>123416
Why that's an awfully loaded question Sue. You sure you want to go where this is headed?

Nearly everyone masturbates, so probably. The proper reaction is to play it off like "oh yeah of course" and pretend you totally knew what you were doing.
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>>123416
S-sometimes I scratch myself when I itch and stuff
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>>123416
We sometimes do it subconsciously but then we end up drawing blood and even if someone's arou-wait... does she mean like.. as in... down there?

Get flustered and confused. Maybe a little intrigued.

Why would... Just why?
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>>123441
You's guys gonna learn what a ladies locker room is like.
It never ends in porno music
You's also gonna learn the joys of terrible terrible puberty. Buckle up.
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Goddammit Sue, nobody wants to be reminded of puberty. I suppressed those memories a decade ago you fuck!
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The shade of your face resembles that of a cherry and Aria pokes her head out.

"MA-BLE! Don't bully her!" Aria looks concerned for your well being.

"Hey relax! It's not bullying-"

It is

"At her age, you need to know this stuff. If you don't then you either end up all fucked up and confused or people end up taking advantage of you!"

Mable and Aria go back and forth for a bit before Mabel reminds her that there is still soap in her hair. Her focus is now all on you.

"So?"

"I...I well um..." You feel like you know where she means, and you're scared to give an answer. What if it's weird? Is she going to judge you? What...what if its weirder if you don't? What should you say?

A snap and a finger pointing at you brings back your attention.

"Trick question! Everyone does!" Mable is still grinning as she says this, and you just let her speak.

"It's natural! Everyone enjoys a little personal massage from handy once in a while! It's how ya know that you're like...normal! You touch yourself, then you get feelings of wanting to touch other people, and then you discover you have sex drive! T-O-T-A-L-L-Y normal!"

You feel a mixture of relief and overwhelm wash over you.

"Some people can just go in and get it done, but that get's boring, sometimes you need some...'stimulation', to help get the motor goin', ya know? If he had a Playboy or whatever, you can bet he wasn't reading it for the articles. Not that it's weird that he would have something like that. It'd be weirder if he had absolutely no interest in that kinda stuff, especially for a guy his age that's still carrying around his v-card."

"A uh...v-card?..."

Mabel holds up her fingers in a v-shape.

"Virginity, he's never done 'it'. Now don't go tellin' no one, maybe he wants to keep a cool reputation around, but I got him to spill the beans once when we had a drinking night. It takes a whole lot, but once he's drunk that guy is all loose-lipped...well...you know what I mean."

So...that means that you aren't a virgin...right? You've heard that word before...in books and movies.

A virgin bride. Something everyone wants to marry.

That will never be you now.

Before you can dwell too much in your own misery, Aria comes out of the shower.

Do you shower now or let Mabel go first?
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>>123560
Shower with Mabel
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>>123560
shower with mabel so she can teach us how to touch ourself properly
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>>123560
Let Mabel go first. Need to sit with our own thoughts for a bit.

Did... did we get taken advantage of by that clerk and his friend because we didn't know about... this stuff?

By those two women?

... before that?

>>123564
>>123591
Shut up, yuri anon.
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>>123598
I'll second this.
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"Y-you can go first..." You need to...think about stuff for a moment.

"Thanks kid." Mabel gets up and undresses as Aria gets her own clothes.

You can see that Mabel is more...stocky. She obviously has a body of a lady, but there's that feeling of 'masculine' there, a more square shape to her physique. She exits into the shower soon enough and in a moment you see Lisa running out, laughing. Jessica pops out for a moment.

"Ah...alright you know what, she's clean enough. Just get her dried and dressed for me if you would!" She goes back in, and Aria sits next to you, a towel in hand.

"Get over here Miss Cheeks~" She calls for Lisa, who runs over to her.

"Sorry about Mabel, that was a bit of a brash talk there..." Lisa giggles as Aria dries her off. "But she is right, you don't want anyone taking advantage of you, and you shouldn't feel ashamed about anything."

Too late...

"If you don't mind, I feel like I should add in that when you do decide to do...uh...'it'..., make sure it's with someone you like enough. You don't have to stay with them forever, but just try and make your first time special. You'll appreciate at that later."

...

Aria begins getting Lisa's clothes on.

"How...how do people take advantage of you...for 'it'?"

"Well..." Aria thinks about it as she pulls up Lisa's pants.

"They might try and say they love you, but then hold that love hostage till you give in. Like, it's important to have 'it' in a relationship, but no one should force or pressure you into it. Uh lets see..."

"What if they like...physically force you to? Against your will?"

Toweling her hair, Aria covers Lisa's ears and looks at you in the eyes.

"Then, it's not sex and it's definitely not love. It's rape."

Is there anything you want to ask her before you shower?
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>>123677
Does this mean someone will still want to marry us?
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>>123677
... rape. So that's what it's called. Fitting that the word sound so harsh.

Ask her if... someone's worth less if they've been... raped before doing 'it' with someone they like. Before doing 'it' ever.

If someone would still want us-err them... If someone would still want to marry someone like that.
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"If its rape..." The word sounds ugly and harsh as it rolls off your tongue.
"Does that mean that someone will still love me?..."

Your eyes are focused to the front...did you really mean to say it out loud? But now...now you have a word for it.

If you see those people again...when you see those people again...

You'll make sure they know that word. How such an ugly word has hurt you.

In a moment you are pulled into a close embrace.

"O-h Bunny..." It sounds like she's in tears. Why is she crying?

"I...I can't imagine something so awful...happening to such a sweet girl like you?" She squeezes you tighter.

"Of course someone will love you like they should. You already have good friends now...if someone judges you for something like that then they're no good, you understand? You find someone that will make you forget all that...all that pain you went through...No matter what anyone says you are not disgusting or worthless and never, ever let them tell you its your fault."

You hear the water in Jessica's shower stop, but all you can really focus on is the affection being given to you.
"You can still get through life...despite all this...it may be dark and scary now but just keep looking for the sunshine..."

You can help but squeeze her back. Jessica is standing in front of you two, a towel wrapped around her body.

"Um...you can have it now Bunny..." She offers the empty stall. You know everyone in here heard this, but for some reason it doesn't bother you.

"T-thanks..." You pull away, unsure if that was for Aria or Jessica. Aria smiles sadly as you. Just like everyone else you undress out there and go into the shower. A bottle of shampoo has been left for you by Jessica.
What are some goals you wish to accomplish? Either soon or in the future?
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>>123838
Figuring out more information about our powers/affliction seems like a really smart thing to do. Perhaps we can ask someone about dealing with stress and emotional pains, everyone's individual coping mechanisms might not work for us, but then again even the act of talking it out might help.
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>>123838
Vengeance. Happiness. Love.

... never seeing, smelling, or tasting sardines ever again.
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>>123838
For right now, we seem to be in a good spot to try to figure out our weird vampire thing.

Long term, we should figure out how to talk to our family without getting pulled back into the mess
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You turn the knob, warm water hitting your body. Instead of cleaning, you find yourself thinking.

What is it...what is it that you want right now? Different voices in your head chime in all at once, creating a muddled and mixed answer.

You want vengeance.

You want answers.

You want to happiness.

You want to ask why.

You want your family to know how much you have suffered.

You want love.


The water rushes down your body and into the drain. You focus on your body now.

Your thankful that your 'bleeding' has stopped, but you fear for when it will happen again. Hands come up to cup your chest. It seems like they're growing, but for now they fill your palm...you're kinda scared to have big ones. Your hands trail down to your stomach, fingers brushing over your bite. It seems like the two bumps will always be there...

You notice that your hips are wider then they were last year. Have you gained weight or something? You're a bit embarrassed...it feels like it only goes to your sides and thighs. But...maybe this is your body? How you will look when you get older? Is...is this attractive? You also take notice of your 'tuff'...it's a darker shade then your hair but not as dark as your eyebrows. When it first started to grow in you thought it was weird but now...well now you see it's normal. Your height...you're shorter then Jessica but will you always be this way? Will you one day shoot taller then her?

Just what will your future self be like?

You quickly finish washing yourself, hearing Mabel leave a bit before you. Dressed up, you let Aria dry your hair.

"If you go out with it soaked then you'll freeze!" Everyone is talking like normal before, despite the conversation just minutes ago. Once everyone is ready to leave, you all stand outside the locker room, waiting for the front desk lady to look away so you can sneak out again.

As you're waiting, you see a police officer come up and start talking to her.
You don't recognize him, but you remember the missing ad from the papers.
what do you do?
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>>124022
Get outta there
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>>124022
Time to get going, the second we have an opportunity.
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>>124022
Get the fuck outta Dodge.
Whenever the snow clears it might be a good idea to reconsider your way out of the city, it's getting harder to hide.
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>>124022
creep along the shadows, and bite the officer's jugular to incapacitate him

or just sneak by
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>>124022
Hide our hair just in case and sneak out with the others.
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"Jessica..." You whisper to her, ducking behind the taller girls.

"What is it?"

"I...we need to leave...now..."

"What's that? What's up?" You attract Mabel and Aria's attention, and Jessica takes over.

"We can't let Bunny get caught, her mom put a missing persons report. If that officer recognizes her then she might have to go back..."

Mabel looks back at the two having a conversation and huddles you all together.

"Alright, listen kid, that's the beanie you wore from home, right? Switch me." Mabel removes her hat, a newsboy style cap, and switches you for the beanie. Aria comes up from behind, pulling up your hair into a bun, while Mabel buttons your coat up and pops the collar.

"You're lucky he's letting you use this, Lawrence loves this coat. Alright...there." They look back and observe their work.

"How's that? Way different from the missing poster?"

"Yeah...yeah I think so."'

"Alright, stay in the middle. We're just going to rush outta here."

Soon Lisa is running for the front door, squealing and giggling. The other girls run 'after' her, you in the middle.

"H-hey, you girls need to sign out!" The woman at the desk stands up, the cop looking over. Jessica and Aria push you out the door as Mabel does damage control.

"Sorry ma'am! Gotta get our little sis first, then we'll sign out!" Before the woman can object any further she joins your group again.

"Alright run like hell!" Your group runs back towards the school the best you can, stopping only when you are a few blocks away in safety.

You girls stop to catch your breath, and Aria points at your hair.

"If you like...we can try to do something about this...back at the school..." She pants between breaths.
If you do want to change your hair, how do you want it?
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>>124127
cut it short
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>>124127
A CUTE BOB WITH BANGS
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>>124127
Shorten it, and if its financially feasible, dye it the same color as our magnificent eyebrows.
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Aw, please no. I rather like the hair.

Just dye it and wear it in a different hairstyle.
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>>124127
PIXIE
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The prospect of cutting your hair doesn't sound appealing to you, but you know that if doing so helps you hide then it will be for the better.

"C-...can you just do a bit of a trim? M-maybe just...cut it in a bit of a different style?"

Aria smiles wide.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

Once everyone has caught their breath, you make your way back to the school. Aria sits you down in a chair, wrapping one of the blankets you found around your body.

"Okay...now trust me. I will do a great job...probably."

"P-probably?"

"W~ell..." You hear her snip the scissors in her hands. "I didn't get to this part in my class. Mabel and Jessica are sitting front of you, watching the process happen.

"The picture in the paper, your hair was way longer then..." Jessica says as you feel clumps of your locks fall to the ground. "Why'd ya cut it short?"
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>>124259
Exactly how short are we talking about, Sue?
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>>124271
It's going to be a mystery

Unless you mean from the old picture. Old picture has like, waist length hair. Current hair is OP
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>>124259
she cut her hair short bc it kept getting in her ass crack and it was uncomfortable
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>>124259
Became too much of a literal pain to deal with. Tangles and knots as far as the eye could see.
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>>124259
Something something, we had dad's hair and mom didn't like that so she cut it.
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"I grew it long when I was younger...well...more like my mother made me grow it long. She never wanted a son, and I guess she wanted to make sure I was going to be as girly as possible..."

SNIP SNIP

"But it was always so hot in the summer, and a pain to take care of. Even now it sucks getting all the tangles out...but mom wouldn't let me cut it. So I thought it would be a good idea to do it myself. She was so mad."

"Oh man, I could never cut mine." Jessica runs her fingers through hers.

"Short ain't so bad, less to worry about." Mabel adds in before looking back at you. "If this don't work, maybe you should consider dying it? Maybe black, like your eyebrows. "

You nod and feels Aria brush the stray hairs from your neck.

"There...just like you said. Not too much, but now you won't be as easy to recognize. " Aria sets her tools down to grab a mirror. You feel a new breeze at the nape of your neck. The time it takes to get the mirror is nerve-wracking. You nearly pull it out of her hands just to get a look.

...

Well...

For now, you can live with it.

...

Jessica goes back to see what the boys are doing while Mabel and Aria go to help out with the washing the new blankets.

As far as you can tell, everyone is here and just moving around, and the pain in your head is still there but nothing terrible.
What do you want to do?
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>>124306
Long hair checking in, can confirm.
>>124482
Beyond cute.
Lets try and figure out more about our powers. We could test the regenerative capabilities of our saliva on the cut we made to demonstrate our oddly colored blood, to see if it works on us in the same way it works on others.
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>>124515
Can also confirm, how the FUCK does it ALWAYS end up in there.
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>>124521
Mine always ends up in my food.
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>>124482
Get some knife-fighting/CQC lessons from Sam so we can work our way towards vengeance
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>>124482
Ask Sam or John to teach us how to use a knife
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>>124515
>>124521
>>124542
Get a hair cut, hippies.

>>124482
Fight club now.
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>>124572
These
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While lamenting the loss of so many of your golden locks, you see John pass by and you remember seeing the knife he had.

Maybe...just maybe...he would be willing to teach you how to properly use one? You trail behind him, trying to figure out how to ask when he spins around, nearly making you run into him.

"What you need, missy?" John is older then Lawrence, but it doesn't look like he's the same age as Sam, if anything he would probably be the same age as your dad.

"I know this might be a bit...weird...but I was hoping to ask if uh..." You pull out your own knife, holding it up in your palm.

"Would...you teach me how to use this?..." The knife is snatched out of your palm as John begins inspecting it, flipping out the blade and inspecting it closely.

"You call this a knife? This ain't a knife, it's an accident waiting to happen."

"What?"

"This thing looks like the blade's gonna fall off any time you swing it open. Plus the damn thing wiggles like crazy when you do have it out, the blade is dull, the plastic handle is cracked...nah I ain't teaching you this."

"B-but I need to learn how to use it!" You're shocked when John tosses it to the ground, kicking it away. "Wait I need that!"

John motions for you to follow him, leading you over to his area. You watch as he kneels down, rummaging through his items.

"I assume you'll want this for self-defense, yeah? This might be a bit easier for ya." In your Palm John sets down a folded pocket-knife, but this one is much different then your previous one. The handle is shiny, a golden bezel around the red wood. You pull it open, finding it opens smoother then your previous one.

"There, now I can teach you. Let's see...there's a room waithout much in there, I think the window lets in enough light too." You follow John, and he begins by showing you the proper way to open the knife and the importance of cleaning it.

"Now, before we begin the big stuff, lemme tell you. If you're ever in a situation like this, your best option is always to run, not fight, you got it? This is a last minute defense sorta thing." You acknowledge this and John begins. You learn how to properly hold the knife and keep your grip on it.

"Now...if you need to attack someone, chances are they're going to be taller then you. Aiming your thrust up is the best option then, make sense? Doesn't really matter where, but try to get him in the torso. If you're really scared for your life, and they give you a chance, then try the neck or eyes." You grimace at this thought but take it in. John lets you practice against him with the knife closed.

"Alright, just take that in for today, I gotta get started on dinner, don't go stabbing anyone, okay?" You thank John for his time and he returns to his duty.

Maybe it's from the stress of earlier or all the practicing...but your head hurts more.

You have a new knife now and have learned some self defense. It's about 5 PM, what do you want to do?
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>>124766
>don't go stabbing anyone, okay?
if only he knew
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>>124766
Maybe we should feed...

But from who? Lawrence is the only one who really knows and isn't... or doesn't seem weirded out by the blood thing.

>>124799
Hey now, this marks a new chapter in our life.
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>>124766
>Folding knife
>Not full tang blade.
>Not even partial tang blade.
>faint reee in the distance
>>124810
Why is she on her side Sue?
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>>124831
No bully! She's obviously wearing antigravity boots!
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>>124766
Do we need blood more often if we exert ourselves more?

We should probably find somewhere to feed soon. Also, for the love of god start trying to figure this affliction out.
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>>124829
Lawrence could be a good option. I remember him covering his eyes though when we licked his wound, so maybe he's squeamish.

Also we should see if we can just drink animal blood instead, we could probably get it for cheap from a butcher
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Your cravings...you need to figure them out. How are you going to live life, knowing that you'll always be needing to find your next...'victim'. It's not like you can really go out hunting or anything right now either...
What an awful way to describe it.

As far as you know, Lawrence is the only one who completely knows. And Jessica...she only knows that there is something wrong with you. What if she lets you feed from her somehow, and you do end up with her sickness? What about other people, what if you feed from them and don't realize they have some awful disease too? Your body would be in even worse shape then...

Could you maybe try animal blood? It seems like a long shot, but it would be surely be much easier to acquire...

Tomorrow, it may be worth trying to get some when shops are open. But for now...

Maybe Lawrence would let you do it again.

You search for him, Marilyn lets you know that he's in one of the close by class rooms.

You're little worried about barging in after your talk with Mabel...but you open the door to find him sitting as a desk, sketchbook and pencil at hand. You close the door and he gives you a greeting.

"I'm sorry to have to ask this again...but can...can I um..."

You need to 'eat'?

You nod shamefully and he closes his sketchbook. What was he drawing...

Okay but I've been wondering.

"What about?"

You probably shouldn't do it from my stomach again, but how do you plan to actually get the blood out? Do you use your teeth or what?

How are you going to do it?
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>>124935
I apologize for balancing you guys and housework at the same time but not really
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>>124935
He could poke or slice his forearm with our new knife, or we could draw blood with a clean syringe if one is available. Biting him directly might transmit our condition to him, plus we could give him a normal and pretty nasty infection because humans are filthy even without vampirism getting involved.
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>>124935
There are probably syringes in that box of medical supplies we found in the basement.
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>>124935
Yea clean needle would be safest and least painful. I'm surprised that Lawrence is so willing
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>>124992
To be fair, the equivalent of a blood test is a lot less disturbing than someone sticking their teeth/tongue into an open wound. At least for most people.
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You've never really thought about this before. It probably wouldn't be easy to sink your teeth into someone's flesh, it would probably hurt like crazy.

"Well uh...there was that box of medical supplies in the basement, right? Maybe there's another one down there will like, needles. That would make it a lot easier and less...weird..." You say that, but you're not really convinced that last part is true.

I hate needles but that would probably work.

Soon you find yourselves opening the bunker again. You can't help but remember him hiding the magazine...which means he still has it...
You focus your attention on heading down instead.

"Thanks for letting me do this...I'm kinda surprised you said yes so easily..." You get to the bottom and catch the flashlight, illuminating the way for Lawrence.

I don't think anyone else would be too willing. Don't worry, you owe me a favor for it later.

"Wait...a favor? " Lawrence pushes past to the boxes before you can find out anything more. Quickly you skim through the contents of the boxes. There's only one more with medical supplies. A box of syringes catches your eye, but to your dismay they don't seem to have the needles with them. You dig through the box, but there doesn't seem to be the matching needles...were they in the other box?

"I...I can't find any...I think I'll have to use..." You pull out your knife.

This means you'll have to make a cut...

Lawrence takes the knife from you, pulling out his lighter. You watch him heat up the end of it, before putting away the light.

Would you rather do this part, or me?
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>>125120
Let him. We can at least try an establish some rules for how this works.
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>>125120
Let him do it, we'll cut people in self defense but cutting someone open just to get a meal is too far.
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>>125120
Wait no this is too ghetto. I'm sure Sam or somebody else has needles. Just ask, lie and say they were requests by Jessica.
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"W-wait...no wait, I'm sure I can get a needle from Sam, I'll just tell him it's for Jessica or something!" As you are about to go to the ladder, Lawrence draws the knife over his forearm.
A thin red line of blood bubbles up and drips over, and he offers it to you.

That sweet smell fills the air again.

...

You decide to have him sit against the wall and you kneel in front of him. Carefully you place your mouth over the cut. It's so great...the rush hits your head instantly...

Your head and body starts to tingle...aha...

As you get your 'meal', you notice once again that Lawrence isn't watching you...which is probably for the best...

The flow isn't too great, but it's more then enough. You feel a hand trying to push back your shoulder but you press in deeper. More...the feeling of wanting more...

Your hands tighten around his arm as you drink harder, fresh blood pouring down your mouth and down your throat. You can't help but feel yourself biting...wanting to make it bigger...allow even more to flow out...

You fall back on your ass. You were pushed back this time, why? You weren't done, there's more you want, more of the sweet taste. Your head...nah...your mind feels amazing...like you're floating. You can't even really see straight. You are angry though...angry that you were stopped...you crawl back over. You will have more, you will get your fill. You will end up on cloud 9 and never float back down, this amazing feeling will last, you want it to.

Your mouth latches on to his arm again and you can feel blood flowing out once more, but your pulled back.

"Stop doing th-" As you speak you can feel an excess of blood drip from your mouth...Lawrence looks pale and he's breathing pretty hard...

You want more but part of you feels wrong.
What do you do?

Gonna grocery shop then update, so there will be a bit of down time now
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>>125236
Offer to give him (some) of our human food.

See how long we can last on blood alone, whether we gain anything from drinking more of it. If we can pull or are moving towards a full dietary shift, it'd be good to figure that out before we waste food by shoving it down our gullet.
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>>125236
Stop doing that and try to help him. Stop the bleeding and get him to lie down.

How are we even going to explain this to the others.
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>>125236
Holy shit no no we're getting addicted fuck fuck this doesn't bode well.

Get a hold of yourself damnit!
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>>125236
Take a few deep breaths, get a hold of ourselves and ask Lawrence if he's going to be OK.
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>>125236
SNAP OUT OF IT

Is Lawrence ok?
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Dammit I get back from work to find you guys killing Lawrence
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>>125588
i accept no responsibility
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You should stop this, you really need to. This...this could kill him. Literally draining the life out of him, you feel out of control. You need to snap out of this.

The lingering sweetness in your mouth begs otherwise.

For once, you feel good, and now someone wants to stop it. That's not fair, don't you deserve to feel good for once? Shouldn't you get the chance to indulge at another person's expense?

No...deep breaths. You count down as you do it, timing your inhales and exhales with each one. Your tongue licks at your lips.

That was a mistake.

The lingering blood brings back that instinct from deep down inside once again, like a wonderful shocking feeling. Your sights are set on the cut bleeding out to the floor.

Stop it

Your mouth latches on to his arm once more.

No

You can feel the man underneath you shaking. It doesn't matter, you have that wonderful taste coming again. Your grip tightens, your whole body weighing down to keep in place. You take your mouth off just to catch your breath, and he takes the chance.

In an instant you are on your back, hands pressed above your head by one of his. You don't even register this, the movement from being pushed back causes a kaleidoscope of motion that delight you.

More. You try to sit up, but the man keeps you held down.

No...you don't want to stay down...forced down...

Ah...forced...you're being forced down...

A man is forcing you down...this isn't right...you should be up...you want to get up...

You struggle more but you are held in place. Your knee is brought up, you try to kick yourself away. That only tightens the grip on your hands and the tightness in your chest.

Too much...there's too much going on...

You're suffocating...

You don't want to be here...

No words can push out, only a sound that is a mix of a scream and a sob. Your struggling increases more...you can tell the man is weak...just keep hitting him till he lets you go...

You're too out of it...your limbs, body, and mind are too tingly. You feel your vision starting to become unfocused, your mind disconnected too much from your body. Only instinct keeps you moving, but your mind begins to fade out.

"Don't hurt me..."

...

You wake up with a heavy weight atop of your body. The feeling of breathing...it's a man's body...your hands are free...the man seems collapsed...no...no Lawrence...it's Lawrence who is collapsed...it's his body and his heavy breathing in your ear...dammit...your head feels good...


What will you do?
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>>125735
Check him out and see if he's okay
If need be go grab Sam
Be sure that there is no blood on or around our mouth
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>>125735
Try to lift him up and off of us? Maybe call out for help, say we found him hurt down here, tried to help him out but he collapsed on us?
Blood-induced vampire strength go?
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>>125735
Oh boy. We really owe Lawrence now. How the hell are we going to explain this to the others?

Check Lawrence for bite marks. We bit him, remember? If no obvious bites, get help. If obvious bites, then panic.
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>>125735
Also did you buy the whole store?
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>>125735
A B S C O N D

Back to the streets we go.
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>>125787
Have to hoard for the war.
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Fuck.
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

You shake his shoulders a bit.

"L-...fuck...Lawrence?..." It's difficult to talk, like you are all tongue tied. There's no response above you. With all your might to push on his shoulders. He rolls over to his back with a thud. Kneeling above, you start to tap at his cheek.

"H-hey...up...get up..." You struggle to keep your words straight. Lawrence's eyes are half open but they don't seem too...too alive...shit...

He's breathing though...

You pick up his arm. The blood has already begun to clot, the once bright red turning a dried brown. There's the slight imprint from your mouth and the area is red from your force but...but it doesn't look like you bit him hard enough to break skin. It smells gr-no, no keep focused. You...you feel sick...like you've drank too much...overindulged...

Help...you should get him help. Who can help...S-...Sam...he can help...he's smart. You need to...up the ladder, go up the ladder...back to where everyone is...and get help. Yes okay...that's a good plan.

You begin to stand, your limbs all shaky, but a tug on your arm pulls you down. You're greeted by the exhausted and pale face of Lawrence.

"Ah...you...I need to get you...help..." As you say this he licks his thumb and brings it up to your face, weakly pressing against your lip. He rubs your bottom lip and chin...right...right the blood...he's making sure you don't have any more blood..smart...smart man.

"I'll get him...get Sam..." The corners of his mouth raise up just enough to give an impression of a grin and nods at you to go. You rush to the ladder...careful...careful you can't walk straight...

Up the ladder, up up up...don't slip. Running down the hall. Trip...ouch...get back up...

Sam...Samsamsamsamsamsamsamsam-

"Sam!" He looks up as you nearly shout from across the room, stumbling in.

"What's wrong?"
What do you say?
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>>125845
>Lawrence is hurt and he's down in the place and-

Controlled 'panic'.
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>>125845
>What do you say?
Oh hey Sam crazy weather we've been having lately, huh?
LAWRENCE. HELP. NOW.
Sue please
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>>125861
He's probably gonna ask what happened silly
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Rolled 37 (1d100)

Rolling for panic level.
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>>125867

>don't stab anyone

We accidentally Lawrence when fooling around with the knife.
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Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>125868
Ditto
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>>125867
We don't really have a moment to think of any story though other than he's in trouble.

>>125872
>Trying to get the knife taken away from us
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Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>125867
THING

THING HAPPENED PLEASE HELP SAM

also rolling for panic
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You guys are fairly calm about this situation.>>125868
>>125878
>>125896
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>>125881
>Hey Sam, how are you?
>Can you keep a secret?

>I'm not normal regular girl
>I'm actually a vampire and crave human blood.

>I almost sucked Lawrence dry. ;)

Anon please. No knife or getting a stabbed with a wooden thing. No bully, I forgot the name... ;__;?
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>>125910
But the wound will be healed by our vamp kiss and there will be no blood so it will obviously not be a freak knife accident. And no i'm not saying we tell him we drank the blood just three simple words I Don't Know
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>>125910
also it's a stake
come on anon that's vampire 101
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"Lawrence...he's hurt...Lawrence is in basement....!" Keep calm...think calmly about the words you want to say.

"Wait what? What's wrong with him?" Sam gets up, crutch at hand.

"He...he needs help..." He's going to wonder how Lawrence got this way. Doesn't matter now, need to get him help.

"Alright alright I'm coming, go ahead and I'll follow right beh-"

Before Sam finishes you rush back, running down the hall and to the classroom. You trip into the door way but ignore the pain of hitting your head. Down the ladder...go go down the ladder..

You nearly jump half way down.

"L-Lawrence! Sam here...to help!" You run to where you had been, but he isn't there any more. Where...where did he go? Oh no...no no...

"L-Lawrence! Where...where are you?" You shout, looking around. It's not like he could hide. Where's Sam?

You rush back up the ladder. Ruining everything...you keep ruining everything...

Back into the hall...there's Sam. He's talking...talking to Lawrence...

Lawrence! He's up...he got up...did you run past him? Maybe...maybe you didn't see him in your hurry...

You approach them, watching your step. Can't trip anymore.

"...-you really need to be careful, this is the second time you've been hurt today!" Sam is...scolding Lawrence? Wait...you should be scolded. As you walk up Sam notices and gestures towards you.

"I mean, look! You scared her nearly to death! Poor girl can't even speak correctly, she was so scared you must have died or something!"

What? What's happening.

Sam sighs and shakes his head. "I don't mean to lecture, I just worry about you sometimes boy. Come by and I'll give you some supplements to get you back to your feet properly, alright?"
Lawrence nods weakly and Sam walks back.

Lawrence looks back at you, dried blood covering his left arm. He doesn't look mad or upset...just...tired.
What do you do or say?
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>>125921
>>125934
Consider we are really calm about this, one member of the party is almost dead and the only thing we say is I don't know and shrug it off. Isn't a bit suspicious?

ahhhh, had it a the tip of my fingers. English is my third language after shitposting and Australian banter
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>>125977
Speak something beautiful to me in your native tongue.
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>>125973
Hug him
>>125977
No wonder you couldn't think of it. All that blood rushing to your head from being upside down must make it hard to think
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>>125973
"I'm so sorry"
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>>125973
>>125997
Also cry and apologize
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>>125973
Hug, cry and apologize. Doesn't have to be in that order.

>>125997
I'm still learning Australian since I'm not actually form Straya,

>>125986
BOING BOING BOING BOING BOING Los ojos de Delilah tienen un brillo singular, y nunca habĂ­a visto un brillo tan radiante como el de sus ojos. ... I mean.... BOING BOING BOING BOING
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>>126053
Damn anon. That was muy good.
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"Sorry...I'm sorry..." You feel tired...incredibly tired. It's as if your body has gone through marathon after marathon. Your eyes are fluttering as you try to keep them open.

A warm feeling rises in your body. You want to collapse. You nearly do. Body is swaying...just stay awake.

"I don't know why...what happened...feeling took me..."

Chest hurts. You grab at it.

"Monster...deep down inside me...came out...wasn't...wasn't me...wasn't me doing that..."

Aha...you're going to cry again. You want to run away.

Coward.

A few uneasy steps back, steady yourself. Your head is a mixture of thoughts and you can't see what any of them are.

"I owe you...owe you big favor..."

How the hell are you going to make this up?

Pathetic. You're crying.

"I'm s-sorry..." Can't stop the tears now. Your body is swaying too much...you're either going to fall or collapse.

...

Warm...embrace. You're not going to fall. You're being held.

Your hands come up and cling to the shoulders holding you.

"Sorry...I'm sorry..." The only words you can focus on. Your hair is being stroked...feels nice...you want to feel nice again.

"I'll make it up...I will..." You hold on tighter. Two embraces in a day...you missed this...you miss being held...you miss the warmth...you miss the feeling on the person wanting you to be there...to be alive...

"I'll...I'll..."

You are going to have to do something huge to make this up.

What do you try to offer?
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>>126079
Let him sketch you :^)
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>>126079
I don't really know what we can say that would be fitting here
We want to promise something big but also something we can actually do
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>>126092
My mama told me to never trust someone who uses a smiley with a nose
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>>126079
I literally have no idea what to promise him. We can just say that we have to help him with something big, right?

being a thirteen year old vampire girl is hard ;_;
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>>126151
Yeah we don't having anything good to offer. It's not like we can promise him his voice back or anything.
Just pass-out while making vague promises of a huge favor.

Dammit Sue why do you do this to us?
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>>126079
let's turn into a vampire succubus 13 year old girl
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Your mind wracks over all the possible things you could promise him, but none of them are feasible...none of them worthy of being the repayment for the debt you now owe him.

...

An idea strikes you but...

"If...if I don't come up with something...by tomorrow night...I k-know what I'll do..."

You're so tired now. You just want to sleep and sleep for days. Right here would be nice.

No...you need to sleep in bed. The floor. Whatever.

"B-but...but right now...I n-need to sleep..."

Your head is just...what the hell is wrong with you...dizzy...too much...too too much...

You lean further into the hug.

"D-don't hate me...please..." You can't stop your eyes from closing.

As they close, you hear that raspy and hushed voice.

"I...don't."

...

You're warm for once.

...

Aha...you're still a monster though.

What kind of family did you dream of having when you grew up?
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>>126094
>>126151
Because, just like in real life, sometimes you have no solutions.
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>>126175
a very normal one
loving husband, kids, maybe a pet or two
a very vanilla dream before our world was shattered
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>>126175
Being a policeman, those are brave and they help and defend people.
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>>126219
*Meant to say police family, you know like blue bloods.
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>>126219
we already had a "What you wanted to be when you grow up?" question
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>>126188
Yes.
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Honestly, you never had too grand of dreams for the future.
You just wanted a loving family. A nice husband, who would kiss you good morning and good night. A few children that you could shower with love and praise. Pets to tie it all together.

Yes...a husband...a nice strong one. Maybe something important and good...a police officer. He would come home every night in his uniform and you would greet him...your children would run up to welcome him home. Your children would always be happy. You would work on your writing in your downtime and spend the rest of it with them.

But you aren't the type of person who would have a happy family. If anything, you would be the one to ruin it. You would tear it apart by the teeth.

And there's nothing you can do to stop it.

...

You wake up by the feeling of licking at your face...

You reach up and feel Buttercup. Petting her, she settles down against you.

...

This...isn't your usual spot. There's actually something soft beneath your head. There's actually a blanket over you.

There's someone breathing next to you.

Flipping over, you see Lawrence is sleeping just a few inches away from you.

Behind your head, you see Marilyn sleeping with her arms crossed and curled up in a chair. It looks like you guys were pulled away a bit from the rest of the sleeping group...

Ah...that's right...you were all messed up...and Lawrence...

Sam probably just wanted to keep an eye on you. It's like sleeping in the nurses office. Except...everyone else in class is also asleep a few feet away from you. Or...something like that...yeah.

You lay on your back.

...

Tomorrow...is going to be rough...

...

After eating breakfast, what's the first thing you want to do?
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>>126334
Last update for tonight, also take this last sketch.
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>>126334
Lure Lawrence to the trap door and talk about last night.
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>>126334
Has the storm hit yet?
If not we should see if we can help prepare for it.
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>>126334
Get Lawrence somewhere secluded so we can talk about last night. Bring Buttercup so we have something to anchor us.
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>>126334
gotta get on that animal blood train

>>126344
>>126363
>implying he'll go anywhere with us alone anymore
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>>126677
>Implying he won't
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>>126334
It's time to go to Sam to confess what actually happened. He's seen this shit in 'Nam, maybe there's answers and a name for this in his stories.
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>>127294
I don't think it's a good idea to go around telling people we are a monster
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>>127303
We won't learn how to deal with our particular needs until we know more. We won't learn anything if we don't search for answers. Searching for answers will be significantly easier when more individuals are involved in that search.
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>>127318
It also increases the chance of someone wanting to throw us out or attack us because we are a monster
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>>127318
This is the general idea, but keep it on a need to know basis.
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>>127336
Obviously, but we'll never get anything done if we never take risks.
>>127340
Of course, I'm not saying we should broadcast it from the rooftops with a bull horn, just that we should tell someone before people start finding out on their own. I'd be shocked if Sam wasn't already suspicious. Lawrence and Delilah go off alone, then Lawrence turns up missing a significant amount of blood and has a new cut with bite marks around it? I'd say at this point someone else needs to know, because hiding it is just going to make us look more predatory.
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>>127368
Are you claiming no one would believe Lawrence if he said he allowed it to happen? That he wouldn't just stop her?
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>>127409
Not at all, just that people might jump to their own conclusions irregardless of the facts, since it seems to be only a matter of time before someone besides Lawrence finds out. I think it would be better to explain it before we're caught literally red-handed.
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>>127368
Sam obviously thinks something else happened with Lawrence though, hence him berating him about scaring us. Maybe Lawrence is diabetic or something.
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>>124810
It should be illegal for a kid to be this cute. Delilah really is a sweet kid. The scene with her and the other girls big surrogate big sisters for her was really nice, and her doubts about whether or not she's attractive really hit home for me.

Delilah needs to be told she's pretty; partly because she would benefit from feeling a little prettier, and partly because it's always cute to see her turn cherry red from head to toe.
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>>127458
Last time she was complimented on her looks she started down the "it's my fault I was raped" road
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>>127466
Yeah, but now that she has some people she's starting to trust, and because she's already had the "it's not your fault" talk with the girls, maybe she'll take it better this time.

I just want her to feel better about herself. She's obviously worried that she isn't pretty. Also, flustered Delilah is cute. We need more of that.
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>>126334
Check what day it is.
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You wake up to Marilyn nudging your shoulder.
"Hey...you're not dead...right?"

"No...no I'm alive..."

"Good, otherwise Buttercup would be sad and so would I." She passes you a plate as she says this, two fried eggs ready for you.

Sitting up, you eat in your 'bed'...Lawrence seems to be up and about somewhere already. Marilyn sits by you while you eat.

"Pappy told me to make sure you eat every bite, if I don't then I wouldn't be a very good nurse." She gives you a stern look, encouraging you to push past the strange taste they leave in your mouth. You don't feel like you're sick just...just not as good as you felt during your little 'trip' last night. As soon as you finish the last bite, what looks like vitamins are passed on to you.

"Take these now, they're supposed to...um...put stuff back in your body? I think...I forget what Pappy said. Sorry they aren't the chewy Flinstone kind..." It takes some effort and a lot of water, but you manage to get them down.

"Bleh...oh, do you know what day it is?"

Marilyn has to think about it.

"It's...umm...oh! Sunday the uh...the eleventh."

You thank her and she dashes off.

A butcher's shop would be open...right? It should be...you wonder if you would be able to get your animal blood that way. You can't go alone though, and whoever you tag along with will want to know why the hell you need something like that...

Do you want to try and ask someone to go with you? What will you tell them?
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>>127784
We still had some money, right? Maybe we could go under the excuse of buying some meat. We want to treat everyone for taking us in.

It's like getting two birds stoned at once.
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>>127784
We could track down Lawrence and ask him to help us out, not only will he already know why we want the meat and not ask, but he'll probably be relieved that our next meal won't have to be him.
>>127834
This would work too.
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Lawrence would probably be glad to help you get animal blood if it meant you wouldn't have to do...that...any more. You look around but you can't find him anywhere. It looks like some of the other guys are gone too...

"You look a bit lost missy, what's up?" John is carrying a large stock pot from a different room, probably searched the cafeteria and kitchen for it.

"I uh...I was just looking for Lawrence..." You follow him as he takes it back to the rest of the kitchen supplies.

"Pretty sure he went with Eric and Kyle. We lost our generator at Good Hope, so they wanna try and see if there's another one they can snag us. That storm is really gonna hit us tonight, so we need to make sure and stock up before then." He pulls out a notepad and makes some notes. "In fact, I'm 'bout to head out myself. We need to get some basics for groceries. Unless, of course, you guys wanna eat sardines till the second coming."

Disgusting.

"Actually...I was hoping to um..."

You probably shouldn't say you're searching for blood.

"I was...hoping to buy some meat. For the group. I know fresh meat doesn't come easily..."

"Ah no way? If you do that I can whip up anything you want missy. We'd have to use it tonight, but we can just call it a house warming party." He pockets his list.

"Okay, go get dressed up in your warmest clothes. We're gonna be carrying back a good load, so I don't need ya freezing half way there, got it?"

Soon you have your coat and boots on. Mabel never asked for her hat back and she still has yours...it should be fine to wear it.

Outside, you make sure to walk in John's footsteps left behind in the snow. First you guys find vegetables, going for ones that are going to be thrown out later and you find out John is pretty great at haggling. Or...maybe it's the lady running the shop humoring him?...grown ups can be weird...

Beans and rice come next, big heavy bags full. John is wearing a hiking backpack, and you help stuff everything inside for him to carry. A loaf of bread. Eggs, you have to carry these. Two bottles of juice concentrate, one apple the other orange. A big sack of potatoes...you try to carry this but John takes this heavy burden from you.

"Alright, meat now right? I think the butcher's shop here has a cute cashier, let's head in there." John seems more eager then you do about this. Sure enough, he starts to chat the lady at the counter up. You look down the long displays of different cuts.

Beef...pork...lamb...goat...veal...venison?
What kind of meat do you want to buy for the group, and what kind of blood do you want to get?
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>>127784
>strange taste
Uh oh, are we starting to find normal food unappealing, or do we just not like eggs?

Let's get Lawrence to help us if he isn't too tired, though I feel a little bad asking for his help again. Remember that we still owe him.
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>>127991
>>128036
Damn, should have refreshed.

Let's get pork meat and blood. I think pigs have a similar body structure to humans, though Delilah probably wouldn't know that.
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>>127991
Let's get beef. No one thinks it's cute, everyone likes the taste, and John can make a big ol' beef stew.

Deer seems the best choice for blood. It not being raised for slaughter might afford its blood a better taste...

If anyone asks, we can say we're trying to make fertilizer.
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>>127991
Pork, pigs are quite similar to humans and pig blood would probably smell the most similar to a humans. On top of that pig is fucking delicious pretty much any way you cook it.
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>>126339
>trusting this monster
Do not believe its lies.
Do we get Drone strike now that she gave Lawrence the succ? Does it count?
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>>128112
Lawrence didn't died though.
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"Excuse me ma'am...can I uh...get some pork?..."
"What kind and how much?"

Oh...you don't know enough about meat to give a proper answer.

"What were you hoping to make tonight missy?"

Oh thank god, John would know.

"Uh...soup?..."

"Lesse...we got rice and some stock...enough vegetables too...I think some pork and rice..." John begins looking down the rows of meat, investigating each one. The lady follows to assist him. A man comes from the back, writing down something by the phone.

"Uh, sir?..." This is your chance.

"Hmm?"

"I was...I hope this isn't weird...I was wondering if I could maybe...maybe buy some blood?..." What if you sound crazy. The man is looking at you like you are. Without a word he slips to the back and you start to think that he's just ignoring you.

However he soon comes back out, a white box in his hand. He places it on the counter and you can see something square and red inside.

"Is this?..."
"Coagulated pig blood. We get some Asian customers so we carry a few of these, you want it?"

"Ah...y-yes please! Ring it up with whatever that man down there chooses...if he ever does..."

John seems to be pretty elitist when it comes to choosing...you have to wait five minutes before he finally makes the choice for you. It rings up and you hand over your money....you note that you have about $120 left. Your purchase is wrapped up and placed in a bag, and soon the trek back to the school is in place. Careful steps into the premade footprints, you notice that it's beginning to snow again...the clouds look an angry dark color.

At the school you help John unload the supplies and you give him the meat, making sure to hide your newly purchased blood. He sets to work preparing the stew for tonight.

It looks like the guys are still gone, but most everyone else is here. The blood is in a bag in your hands.
What do you do?
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>>128244
Sit around waiting until you get hungry to try again.

Maybe peek at Lawrence's sketches.
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>>128244
Well we have to find some way to keep it cool, while we aren't sure what the quality of the blood has to be it would be safe to assume we can't get much from blood that has spoiled.
Also this >>128268
It couldn't be lewd, c-could it?
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>>128112
>gib the succ

1000000 hours in photoshop later
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>>128356
Also this, find a way to keep the blood cool

Maybe sneak a taste too
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>>128244
Find somewhere cold to store the congealed pig blood, then do something to kill the time.

We could probably read something while we wait.
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>>128389
You owe me new sides, you fuck.
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You're not too sure if you could stand to eat the blood now...it might be best to wait till you are hungry or...craving again...hopefully that's not soon. You need to keep the blood cold though...meat spoils so blood will too...but there's no way to keep it chilled...

No...wait there is. Making sure no one watches, you sneak outside. The tree from yesterday...you will be able to find anything buried there easily enough. You keep the box wrapped up in plastic and paper before digging a hole into the snow. Carefully you set the pig's blood down and cover it up. You peel off a piece of bark from the tree to mark the spot.

Later...maybe later tonight you will try it. But for now...it should be safe...right?

Sneaking back in, you remove your boots and coat. Buttercup is curled up among the blankets...it would be nice to pet her again. You walk over to where she is and see that she has chosen Lawrence's usual sleeping place.

"Come on, don't dig around in there, it's rude..." As you pick her up, you spot the green cover of the sketch book peeking out from beneath a blanket.

...

"Don't you tell anyone, this is our secret, alright?" You whisper to Buttercup as you carefully remove the book and sneak off to a classroom. You feel guilty about this...

But you feel just a bit more curious.

Sitting Buttercup in your lap, you pull open the pages. You await for something to fall out...but there's nothing this time...only sketches.

You can see most of them are quick portraits...you can recognize some of them as the group. Most of them look like they were in the middle of doing a task...maybe he secretly did these. There are a few sketches that look more like illustrations and doodles...there's one detailed one of a lady wearing a sailor uniform sitting on an anchor. Her skirt seems rather...short though. Another flip of the page and you are greeted with a quick doodle of your own face. You almost didn't recognize it because of the hair...that means this one was recent. When did he do this. In the corner you see another small drawing...

...it's a cutesy rabbit with fangs and big eyebrows.

...

You decide that you need to return the book before he notices you took it. Ever so carefully you manage to slip it back into his space.

It's early in the afternoon, around 1:30. You remember that you need to figure out how to make it up to Lawrence by tonight...how stupid of you to promise that so soon.

Another thought occurs to you, you've told Jessica that you were 'sick', but you never really followed up to see what she thought...or if she even completely understood what you meant.
What do you do now?
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Let's talk to Jessica, and maybe cautiously broach the subject of our condition, of the conversation goes that way.

The way I see it, the more people we fill in about what we are, the more likely we are to get help for it. We don't want to get caught feeding and give someone a surprise. If we tell them ahead of time, the odds of them thinking we've gone crazy are going to be significantly lower.

>>128526
>...it's a cutesy rabbit with fangs and big eyebrows.

D'aaaw.
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>>128526
I'll second this >>128582
Also offer to let Lawrence draw us more, and honestly now that he's lucid he should be able to tell us what kind of favor he'd want.
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>>128650
Thirding
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You look for Jessica, finding her sat down and watching the kids play a card game with Marilyn.
"Hey...can I talk to you?" You ask and her face lights up.

"Well duh. They won't let me play anymore cause I'm a sore loser anyways. What's up?"

You glance at the kids, it would be best to not do it here.

"Can we um...not in front of them?..."

"Oh...oh yeah that's fine, just lemme..." Jessica catches their attention.

"Bunny needs me a for a second, so while I'm gone Marilyn is in charge, got it?"

There's a look of satisfaction on Marilyn's face when Jessica says this...power hungry...

"Here, in the hall should be fine." Jessica leads you away to a more secluded location, just far close enough to keep an eye on anyone coming by. You offer to let her hold Buttercup, which she gladly accepts.

"So...what's up? There's nothing wrong is there? Am I going to have to kick someone's ass?"

She makes this sound like it's going to be such a simple conversation...you wish it could be.

"Actually...do you remember when we were talking about your medicine? And...and I told you that I was sick too?..."

Jessica nods, Buttercup licking at her fingers.

"Yeah, I don't think you actually finished telling me bout it. But it sounds like pica or something."

"Pica?"

"Yeah, I remember hearing about it on TV. You like...get this weird need to get stuff. They had a lady on there who actually ate soil!"

She begins to grin.

"So, do you eat soil? What about glass? I think they even had a guy who liked to eat the tobacco from cigarettes!"

"I..." You feel like you're about to shatter her expectations.

"I...I feel sick if I don't eat blood..."

"What?"

You can feel her looking at you and it burns. Maybe...maybe this wasn't a good thing to do...maybe you shouldn't have said anything...

"Does anyone else know?..."

"Just Lawrence...and you now..."

"You're not going to hurt the kids, are you?" You quickly shake your head.

"What about the others? Do...do you think you'll end up...y'know, killing anyone?"
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>>128856
Explain that we have an alternative source that doesn't involve people, and if it works out then we shouldn't need to get it from anybody. Also for what it's worth we can tell her that we find it repulsive, that might put her more at ease knowing that we don't enjoy it.
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>>128856
Admit that we do want to... really, really hurt those men, but it has nothing to do with the blood.

We're trying to take steps to... not hurt anyone for the sake of it. If we have to have anyone's blood, they'd need to consent to it.

Mention that we've thought about talking with Sam about it, but haven't figured out how to broach the issue.
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>>128856
This may have been a mistake...

>>128904
>>128945
These.

Also start crying
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>>129012
This would be far too cute. The cuter Delilah gets the more I want to bully her.
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"No. I don't want to hurt people...I've only done it a few times before but...I don't think I've hurt anyone by drinking from them."

You think back to last night...though you guess that was more of a lack of control on your part...

"And I would rather not have to take it from someone who didn't want me to. I would...I would ask them permission. Like I've always asked Lawrence before I did it..."

Except for that one time...

"Whoa wait, you've like...tried Law's blood? How was it? Does it taste gross?" Jessica asks this like she's curious instead of disgusted.

"It uh...so far it changes depending on the person so far...a lot of them taste awful but his is like...sweet, but not like candy? More like...like a fruit or something, but then it leaves this bitter taste like medicine in my mouth..."

You feel strange describing the flavor of his blood.

"Does it like, do anything for you? Anything cool?"

"Well I don't feel any stronger, if that's what you mean...the most I've figured out is that...I think...my spit ends up like...healing the cuts up or something."

Why does it feel like she's asking you more about a cool toy?

"But what does happen is like, my head just kinda...spins. It doesn't sound exciting but when it is happenings its this weird and amazing feeling..." You feel yourself missing that rush...

"B-but! But I hate to do it. It's so gross...wanting to drink someone's blood. Later I'm going to try uh...p-pig's blood..."

Jessica wrinkles her nose at that. "Oh gross..."

"I know, but if that does it for me then it would be a lot easier then finding someone to leech off of..."

You read the expression on Jessica...she's not grossed out or angry looking...more like...excitedly curious. Like a child being given a new thing to pull apart and examine.

"So you think your spit can heal stuff, huh?"

"I think..."

You see Jessica pull off a band-aid wrapped around her middle finger, a fresh cut on it.

"Look...see I got an awful paper cut earlier today...it stings like crazy..."

Is she...?

"If you promise it won't hurt...do you want to try it?"
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>>129254
succ her dry
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>>128444
Come on down to my sides emporium, I'll fix you up. We're running a sale on fresh farm raised sides, 25% off!

>>129254
Er... ok. But ABSOLUTELY NO BLOOD SUCKING.

Maybe try applying the saliva indirectly so we don't lose it this time
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I still can't believe Delilah went insane while sucking Lawrence's blood. That shit was cray
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>>129254
Maybe we should just try applying saliva instead. We have no idea if we're somehow immune to the thing Jessica has.
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>>129254
Do it.
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>>129254
No direct mouth-to-blood contact. Just say we don't want to risk it.

Maybe lick one of our fingers and rub it on?
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>>129307
This too, don't wanna catch the flesh eating disease
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>>129254
>men not wanting to risk death for the typical vampire finger licking scene

Gonna have to sadly agree,
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"O-okay...I'll try...I'm not putting my mouth on there though."
"Oh shoot that's right! I could get you sick!"

You could end up destroying her. If Lawrence wasn't so strong...

You put your thumb in your mouth.

"You seem pretty...okay with all this..." You say as you cover your thumb with spit.

"Are you kidding? This is exciting! I mean it's weird, yeah but it's also like...some kinda mystery too you know?" Jessica is holding out her finger, awaiting you.

Alright...here it goes...

You hold her hand and press your thumb lightly against the cut.

...

"H-hey...is this supposed to burn?..."

"What?"

"Yeah there's like...it feels like I'm burning..." Jessica suddenly flinches and pulls her hand away. "Owowowowow-"

"That's...I don't think it's supposed to do that...I-I'm sorry if I hurt you..."

Jessica looks over her cut.
"Nah it's fine, don't worry about it...I'll let you know if it changes later alright?"

As she covers the cut back up you give a sniff to your thumb.

There's a mix of something flowery and...and rotten.

"Oh, I promise not tell to anyone either. I figure you wanna keep this a secret."

"Well...I've kinda told Sam that there's something wrong with me...but I'm not sure how to actually tell him everything..."

"If you want I'll try to help you or something, alright? But for now..."

She sticks out her pinky.

"Our secret, yeah?"

You take her up on it, and Jessica looks over your shoulder.

"Hey, I think the guys are bac-CLARK YOU STOP PULLING HER PIGTAIL [B]RIGHT NOW[/B]"

Jessica is pretty loud...she apologizes for yelling and runs off to go control the kids.

Now...now two people know your secret.
What do you want to do now?
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>>129452
>Tfw we accidentally heal Jessica of her illness.
Lets find Lawrence and ask him if he can think of any favor he needs from us.
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>>129452
TRY TO DRAW SOMETHING FOR LAWRENCE. BONUS POINTS IF WE FUCK UP AND ACT CUTE ABOUT IT.
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>>129452
I know I'm probably being paranoid, but wash the thumb we used? Also find Lawrence.
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>>129452
Write a story about a little girl who's a monster and how she hurts a prince who's a Big Guy and how she's sorry and doesn't know what to do. Leave it in Lawrence's sketchbook.
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>>129523
>Do this
>Lawrence catches us while we're putting it in his sketchbook
>adorablepanic.png
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>>129523
This, a fucking thousand times this.
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You watch as Lawrence helps Eric bring in a machine...it looks like a heater of some sort. Kyle follows behind, huge batteries in his arms. They try to set it up, John coming over to help but...it seems like it will need more work. Kyle and Eric bring out some tools and begin fiddling with it, looks like they are pushing Lawrence away. When he gets closer you can tell why...

He looks drained. Not as pale as yesterday but...it's still a bit scary. He plops down onto his sleeping a spot. Getting just close enough, you can see his arm blocking the light and his snores drifting off. He's wearing two shirts in lieu of his stolen coat. You spot his sketch book again and a stupid idea comes to you...

...

Half an hour later and you have a lined notebook in your hand, a pencil in the other, and Marilyn over you shoulder.

"How come he's got that weird thing sticking out?"

"T-that's the thumb..."

"Then what's that?"

"A uh...what is that?"

ERASING

"Okay but his hair isn't that long...no no too short..."

"This...is really hard..."

"You're pretty bad at this..."

"I know..."

You finish up, regardless of the quality. The poor, chicken-scratch and terrible anatomy, quality. You tear the page out, along with the two covered with words before of it.

"You really should let him give you lessons or something."

"Doesn't Sam need your help?..."

"Pappy said to check on you." She watches as you write the title on the illustration. "But you know, I bet he'll still like it. You gonna hand it to him?"

The thought of presenting it to him in person...

"No! N-no way! I can't do that!"

"Why not?" You watch a grin form on Marilyn's face. "Do you l-"

You push her away before she can add anything else.

"Just tell Sam that I'm feeling better from yesterday!" Marilyn sticks her tongue at you but skips off. You pick up your pages and meander back to where Lawrence was sleeping...he got up about five minutes ago...this is your chance. Every step closer is another step of regret. It feels like the time you tried to give the boy in first grade the other half of your heart shaped cookie during Valentines. He ended up dropping it on the ground and you cried and ran away...

You look for the sketchbook but it looks like he took it with him...okay that just means you'll do this later...or never at all...you know what this is probably better, you'll just embarrass yourself anyways. Before you can stand back up, a hand reaches over and tugs the papers from your hands. Quickly standing up and turning around you see Lawrence is holding them just high enough to keep them out of your reach. Your face feels like it's burning.

"N-no! D-d-don't look at that!" You try to snatch away the shameful pages but they are pulled away. You can see his eyes go from you to the picture.
[1/2]
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>>129835
"W-wait! It's j-just a s-s-silly thing I was doing with M-Marilyn! It looks awful! D-don't look yet, lemme fix it up better!" You step up to pull it away but another hand comes up and holds you down by your head. You hear the sound of papers flipping. That means...oh no now he's going to start reading...nonononono

"T-that's not ready either! It's really dumb and awful-"

You can't possibly grab the page...

You should run.

As you begin to turn for your escape, his arm wraps around your shoulders and brings you back.

"Ah d-don't make me stand here wh-while you read...!" Your face is burning incredibly hot now, heart beating like crazy. You hide your face away, partially in your hands and partially into his arm.

Those are the longest seconds of your life. You're finally released and you see that he's finished the last page...and has tucked it away in his book.

"Y-you're not really g-going to keep it...!" You feel light headed...you kneel down, hands at your cheeks...you wanna faint.

Oh god...he's writing something now...

The note is presented and your shaky hand grabs it.

When you aren't trying to kill me, you're pretty cute.

Bullying. This is bullying. You can see him stifling laughter as you try to comprehend what to do next.
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>>129844
Poke him in the stomach and pout.
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>>129844
Stick our tongue out at him and call him mean. Also, ask if there's legitimately anything we can do for him now that he's here.
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>>129844
We absolutely must allow ourselves to be bullied relentlessly.
Also this >>129904
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>>129872
Call him a meanie and tell him we're glad to see he's... a bit better. Question him if he's figured out what favor to ask. Thanks, phone.
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>>129844
Tell him we told Jessica about us?
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>>129946
And tell him exactly like that so he'll freak out.
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>>129844
Blush and stammer and fidget, then ask him to stop bullying you; too embarrassed to sound properly upset, of course.
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You crumple the note between your hands and stick your tongue at him.
"Y-you're just a big meanie...!"

There's no chance of getting the story and drawing back now. When you look up he's sticking his tongue back at you.

You're being mocked.

"D-don't bully me!" You can't help but pout and feel flustered. There's a stupid smirk on his face and you turn away with an annoyed noise.

"...I'm glad that you look better though...I mean...compared to l-last night..." You feel muddled for a different reason now.

It was a little scary last night, wasn't it?

"I don't know what happened...I never had that...that feeling before...not like that..." You look down at your hands. "I was horrified...but I can't imagine what it was like for you..."

You can see him thinking about what to write next.

"...I told Jessica about us."

Immediate and furious writing.

"I told her how I had a need to...to feed...and how you've been helping me..."

And now the sound of marking out and new words.

How did she take that? Lawrence looks a bit thrown off by this.

"She was pretty cool with it, actually. But I think its because she's so nice to me already..."

That's what matters.

"And I um...I bought some blood from a butcher today...pig's blood. I don't know how but I'm going to try that next time..."

Why does it sound just as bad...eating pig's blood? You quickly chance the subject.

"I was wondering if...if you wanted to use me as a drawing subject or something..." You feel weird asking this out loud. "I know they need to pose for a long time and stuff so I uh...figured I could do that for you or something..."

A portrait will cost you two hundred bucks.

You look up from the note, not entirely sure if he means it...but that stupid smirk tells you all that you need to know.

But I'll waive that fee if you bring that vodka. I'd rather drink it then have it poured in an open wound again.

"A-alright...!"

Just give me an hour to set up then head into the first classroom on the right. I'll have enough room in there and I'll set up a station for you.

Lawrence gets up and heads off.

You have an hour before you are going to be drawn, what do you do?
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>>130168
What sort of portrait is this going to be? M-Maybe a tasteful, artistic nude portrait...?
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>>130168
A-Are we about to be drawn like a French girl Sue?
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>>130168
Try getting cleaned up as best as possible and straighten our clothes.
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You've never been drawn before...well never sat down and drawn.

Don't...don't you need to look pretty? Maybe you can get yourself cleaned up first...at least make yourself look a bit nicer..

You see Aria is painting her nails when you approach her. She looks up at you, not breaking her work.

"Heeey, what's up? Rocking that new hair by the way."

Is your face ever going to stop being red?

"I uh...I n-n-need to look p-pretty..."

"You are pretty."

"N-no...I mean...I need to look nicer..."
"What's up? You got a date or something?"

"I'm uh...I'm having a portrait d-done by Lawrence..."

Aria's face lights up and the excited noise that leaves her scares you. With out another word she sits you down, pulling out her supplies.

"How ex~cit~ing! He never gets anyone who wants to sit down long enough, I bet he's excited too!" A hand on your chin holds you up and you feel the eyeliner make it's line.

"N-not too much..."

"No no, we're making you look 'all natural'!"

"Doesn't that mean I don't have makeup on?..."

"Pfft no, then everyone thinks you look sick instead."

It doesn't take long for her to finish, and next she starts messing with your hair. Brushing, a little hairspray...much more work then you're used to.

"Are you going to wear anything special?"

"I don't have anything else to really wear."

"I can't let this nice work go to waste! Uh here, wait a second..."

Aria digs through her suitcase...and then another one...and another one...

She pulls out a bundle of clothes and pulls you away so you can change in a different room. You rush to get these clothes on as Aria waits outside. When you step out she immediately begins readjusting and pushing everything into the proper place.

A white button-up blouse, a dark pleated skirt, a pair of earrings, and a pair of flats just a little too big for you.

"Does this look nice?.." You haven't dressed up like this in a long time, it feels strange in your current situation.

"Of course! If he says otherwise then I'll beat him up for you!"

"I'll make sure to get these back to you-"

"No no, you look really nice in these. Plus, every girl needs one nice outfit to look pretty in. Mabel will be glad if I downsize my wardrobe anyways! Now let me know how it goes, ok~ay?"

You still have a little more time to kill, and you remember that you need to bring the vodka.
Is there anything else you wish to do or bring before it's time?
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>>130594
Relax and de-stress while we wait. We may have to stay still for a time.
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>>130594
Well getting the Vodka is the obvious task, also we should consider what kind of position we're going to sit in, since apparently being drawn is going to take a long time and we'll have to sit still for it.
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>>130853
This is adorable. I agree.
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No scanner and tablet is being the devil so take this
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>>131049
I want to bully her!
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>>131049
Desire to bully intensifies greatly.
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>>131049
What a qt3.14. But is it bad that I [spoilers]like her better in her regular outfit, without the makeup?[/spoilers]
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>>131104
Only as bad as you messing up the spoiler tags.
Gotta provide some atls
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>>131049
HARLOT
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You go ahead and pull out the vodka. It probably wouldn't be smart to carry the it out in front of everyone. Carefully, you wrap up the half full bottle in your blanket. It still looks like a bottle, but it'll do for now...
Buttercup waddles up to where you are, demanding attention. You pick her up and set her in your lap carefully. How long are you going to need to sit still for? You can barely do that now...how are you going to last for a long period? Not to mention that it means someone is going to be staring at you for the entire time too...

Hopefully you don't mess up sitting still...

Pulling out the dried fruit, you eat a few pieces. It might be a bit before you can actually eat. You don't want to ruin the work Aria put in to your face though..

Pink shiny lips...healthy looking red cheeks...eyelashes that go on and on...

Isn't it a little...deceiving to do that? To make yourself look nicer then you actually do?...

It doesn't matter...you're only doing this to help with the picture.

...

You wonder what vodka tastes like...it looks clear like water...

Of course you know what alcohol smells like and that there are so many different kind, but you never tasted any of them.

Well, except for once...

There was a time after you father died and your mother offered you a sip of her drink in a drunken stupor...

What kind of drink was it?


Autosaqe very soon, will have next thread and update there!
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>>131284
Actually might do next update before autosage, will see. if not then nice big fat update for new thread,
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>>131284
A Dark and Stormy
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>>131284
Rubbing alcohol.
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>>131284
Vodka. Looking at the bottle you're holding suddenly unearths some bad memories.
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This.
Burgeoning happiness but also despair.
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NEW THREAD
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End of thread fanpixelart
No bully I did it in 15 min



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