then i lost it all [michie]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #000000; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #8904B1 solid; border-bottom: 10px #8904B1 solid;] there's hell over me ( WORDS ) 408 ( TAGGED ) MARIE/MICHIE ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Breathing heavily, the boy ducked into one of the deserted alleys, pressing up against the cold brick wall. He heard the footsteps approach faster and faster, as well as an angry snuffling noise. A howl echoed into the dark night, and the barking and snapping began to fade into the normal background noise of evening, his heart beating wildly within his chest. Elmo sunk down into a sitting position, wrapped his arms around his knees, and leaned his head back against the wall with a long sigh. And yet another mission gone awry. Why am I such a screw up? His fingers slid into his long, brown hair and tugged at the strands gently, feeling the soft pain prickle at his scalp. He had been assigned to subdue one werewolf, a young one that hadn't recognized her powers yet, and bring her in to the elder hunters for interrogation. One task, that he had messed up so bad. At least he found out why she was so important; daughter of an alpha. Of a pack of ravenous werewolves that had chased him all the way from the haunted house to.. Where am I? The hunter hadn't been to this part of Manuka yet. With a groan, he pushed himself back up onto his feet, shoving his hands into his pockets. How was he going to tell his boss? He'd already failed a few times before this, and it took two weeks of observing other hunters in action to even get another target. Elmo winced as the scenario played out in his mind; his boss would smile, ask how it went. He'd sheepishly say it failed. Next would be some cursing, sometimes a little yelling depending on how important the target was, and then plenty of corrections as well as punishment. He wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out. Taking down supernaturals wasn't a talent of his, not even a desire, but he needed to give back to the hunters. They gave him so much; protection from the coven that killed his family, a "family" to run to when he needed the help, self-defense training he wasn't very good at. The crunching of more footsteps snapped him back to reality, and he whirled around, stopping immediately. Those weren't his footsteps. "W-Who's there?" El called out before he could hush himself, ready to run if needed. Did those werewolves come back to find him? Were they here to finish him off? OUTFIT: HERE NOTES: N/A

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by pierce the veil

[LARA "MICHIE" MICHELLE RAMEY]

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like a waterfall in slow motion

5 6 3. - vine wif elmo<3 - d'awww he's so cute------------------------------------------------------------------

Having the creatures be afraid of her was impowering and made her feel invincible, but there were a few fights that caused that feeling to be knocked back down. There were far too many times that her ego brushed up against danger that caused a satification to say that she was able to stay alive. The nineteen year old also had a very handle double sided blade for both werewolf and vampires, one side made out of pure silver and the other wood, in the form of a stack. She had the tendancy of playing with her victims while in the process of killing them, since she happened to be a sadist.

And today was a hunting day, since she was decked out in her hunting outfit as pants wrapped around her every curve with a gray tank top with her black hoodie, her hands had black fingerless gloves. She should have seen it coming, but she was crouched down watching another hunter have a go had it and lost focused. It wasn't until a strong force caused her to fall against the ground her hands went right for the mouth using her strength to keep his hideous mouth away from her body parts. The last thing she wanted to be was a bloody werewolf, considering there was no others species she hated more than a werewolf.

But all in all, she won the fight walking around with a bruised stomach as she pushed the werewolf off of her body and pushed herself up. She was quick to hid the body out of plain sight and once she was satisfied with the product of her skills, she turned on her heels and walked away. Her hand was lightly touching her stomach, wincing lightly against her own touched against it. She knew that her footsteps weren't as careful as they were but as soon as she heard an unfamilar voice, she frozed in her steps to go over the possibilities of who this kid could be. It being a trap crossed her mind a few times and also the possiblity that it could be a fellow hunter, but a older hunter would never talk while on duty.. if he were a hunter, he would have to be new.. like really new. the brunette had always done fairly well in her deduction skills.

She continued walking towards him and stopped just as his little hiding spot was located at, "talking on the job, isn't very safe." she found herself replying and then continued walking passed him before turning around to face him. She could barely see him, but she couldn't sense any other logical reason then him being a newbie. She didn't realize that she was sitll holding onto her stomach, but when she did she dropped her hand and put her hands in her pockets. Her weapons were already packed back in her hide-away spots. "What's your name and why are you here?" she asked, out of pure curiousity. She currently really didn't care about what he was doing, but since he was a hunter she decided that she should do what so many other hunters did to her and aid him. "Oh, my name is Michie." she said, stepping towards him and turning on her heels until she was standing beside him with her back against the bark.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #000000; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #8904B1 solid; border-bottom: 10px #8904B1 solid;] there's hell over me ( WORDS ) 581 ( TAGGED ) MARIE/MICHIE ( STATUS ) COMPLETE The sight of a young woman walking towards him didn't help Elmo's nerves in any way, the first thing he noticed being a small spatter of blood covering the front of her shirt. Though the moment it was made clear she was a fellow hunter, he relaxed considerably, but still a bit tense. Strangers made him nervous. They weren't as predictable as the people he knew. And it kept him on edge, especially since he'd been beaten up by a hunter once before. They may have been some sort of "family", but that didn't mean they were always nice to him. "I'm s-sorry, I'll remember th-that," he gulped when she mentioned that talking while on duty wasn't the safest option. The boy hadn't meant to say anything, but his nerves had gotten the best of him. He needed to fix that later. He looked down at the ground, subconsciously playing with the holes in the sleeves of his jacket. She wasn't that scary, but all the older hunters, or the ones that were good at their job, were quite intimidating, and already he was anticipating some form of scolding from the stranger. He could feel his cheeks warming up in embarrassment, glancing up through his eyelashes at.. Michie. That was a pretty name. "I'm Elmo, b-but everyone calls m-me El." Stop stuttering, you fool! The young hunter averted his blue gaze hastily, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans. The night air was biting at the bare skin on his knees and calves where the fabric had been ripped open, but it was real easy to ignore. Elmo was used to it. "I.." He didn't like lying, no matter how idiotic the truth made him look. "I was b-being chased by werewolves," he admitted, feeling his face flush a rosy pink color. He was also very polite. "It's nice to m-meet you, Miss Michie," he said, running his fingers through his brown bangs so that they would stay out of his eyes for the time being. That never happened, actually, but it was always worth a try. El's hands locked behind his back, wondering how Honeybear, his beloved tabby, was doing. He had to leave her at a friend's house so he could go hunting, but she was probably fine, even after she spent every waking moment with the boy. See, his cat was always by his side because, well, he didn't live anywhere, really. The streets were where he wandered at night when he wasn't busy with anything else. Just the other day he had gotten in about four hours of sleep in an alley with the tabby curled up in his lap before. None of the hunters were aware of that, of course, because he didn't want them to worry. They were occupied enough with tracking down the really dangerous supernaturals, especially the big families of them. It would be selfish to notify them of his situation. And now that Elmo had failed his mission, it would be the same thing; go pick up Honeybear, convince his friend that he was fine, and wander Manuka until he was too tired to move. Or maybe he should eat something, as the soft growling in his stomach told him. That idea was utterly repulsive, but he knew he had to eat something, at least, or the other hunters would notice he was getting skinnier and skinnier. Being anorexic wasn't smiled upon. It needed to be kept from everyone else. So he'd eat tonight. Yay. OUTFIT: HERE NOTES: N/A

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[LARA "MICHIE" MICHELLE RAMEY]

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like a waterfall in slow motion

6 0 1. - vine wif elmo<3 - d'awww he's so cute------------------------------------------------------------------

The young woman didn't allow herself to get nervous, especially when she was working on lowering down the pesky numbers of supernatural creatures. Strangers didn't make her that nervous, either, but she didn't exactly throw out trust to anyone. She felt like she couldn't trust anyone and it should be earned.. not given. She could barely remember a time where she was a sweet ball of sunshine that trust everything, while she was completely obilvious about the facts of "life". Technically her family now wasn't her family, they just adopted her to teach her to become a killing machine.

Hearing his reply and the fact that he stuttered caused her to lift up an eyebrow, "It's okay, but you really shouldn't apologize.. Because it would have been you risking your life." she replied to him, starting to wonder why he was so nervous around a fellow hunter. She wouldn't purposely hurt a hunter, unless they asked for it. She felt the need to scold him, but she could find the words considering she figured that he was already doing it to himself or heard it all before. "Do you always fidget when you feel uncomfortable?" she found herself asking him.

Barely being able to tell that the lad had started blushing, it caused her to slightly tilted her head as she was inbetween concern and amused by the fluster that she had caused the boy to blush. "El, i can see why you would pick a nickname." she commented, it was just her honesty making a nasty peek into the conversation. "But as you can tell, Michie is a nickname." she reinforced the idea of the name that she gave him was, infact, a nickname. she heard him talk about being chased by the fowl creatures that she very well hated, "I took care of one of those. Must have pissed a pack off." she mused with a small smile.

Hearing him tell her that it was nice to meet her, she lifted her eyebrow, "It's nice to meet you too, Mr. El." she replied to him, while fixing her shirt and frowned that she wouldn't be able to go straight to town considering she was wearing a noticable amount of blood. She was wondering why he didn't seem as out-going as most of the Hunters out there and she was intrigued by the certain circumstances. She was almost willing to help the kid out, but she could easily still shake the feeling and go back home to clean herself up, so she can go out for a drink.

It was silent that was filling the space between them as she continued the survey the area, it wasn't until a low, soft growl intrupted the silence that caused her to glance over towards him, "Where do you stay? I can walk you there." she asked him, plus she wanted to make sure nothing bad happened while he was weak from the lack of food substances that passed through his body system.

"When is the last time you ate?" she asked, she had personally last ate at lunch time and now it was well pasted dinner time. She was glad that she didn't have someone to take care of or worse.. a pet, she was pretty bad at taking care of because the last animal she had was ran over by a stupid truck before she had enough time to grow fond of it. The stupid animal always scratched her legs and arms up, and bit her, so she was okay with seeing the animal go.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #000000; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #8904B1 solid; border-bottom: 10px #8904B1 solid;] there's hell over me ( WORDS ) 588 ( TAGGED ) MARIE/MICHIE ( STATUS ) COMPLETE He almost apologized a second time, for apologizing the first time, but then he realized how strange that would seem, and instead kept his mouth shut for that one. Michie was already giving him a look, her eyebrow arched upwards as she asked if he always fidgeted. "Um.. S-Sometimes." His hands untangled and were shoved into his pockets this time, attempting to keep still, or not to fidget, at least. It wasn't that he was uncomfortable.. Okay, so the hunter was seriously uncomfortable, especially because this woman appeared to be a more experienced hunter than him. It was natural for people to feel like that in the presence of someone better then them, right? The use of his cruel nickname made him wince a little, though was hastily masked by him pretending to flick a bug off of his neck. Everyone called him El. Just like middle school, where he was pretty much equal to the average girl. Except he was a guy. Elmo didn't think his real name was too bad, but it wasn't good either. Who wanted people to think they were named after a fluffy red puppet? Certainly no one, but he was stuck with it. That was perfectly fine by him, actually. It was just that others thought that was another reason to make fun of him. Oh well. "Oh? It is?" And now he just felt plain stupid, cheeks burning in the shadows of night. Hopefully Michie couldn't tell? "I d-did, actually," he confessed, remembering how furious those werewolves had been. Nasty things they were when provoked. It wasn't long for the boy to begin to fidget again, still quite uncomfortable with the young woman standing right there. It was surprising that he hadn't been berated yet for any of his clearly different behavior. Hunters shouldn't be so lacking of confidence or boldness, like he was. They were supposed to be strong, brilliant, courageous, and the best. Elmo only had the smarts, though he did not lack determination, no matter the amount of failures. At least he was progressing by learning what he did wrong, thanks to all those corrections the other hunters never missed to point out. A sense of panic washed over him when Michie asked where he stayed, even offering to walk him there. He'd have to lie, just a little bit. If there was anything he hated more than bullies, it was lying, and here he was, attempting to spin a small one in his own mind to keep a secret. "It's f-fine. I have t-to stop by my f-friend's house, anyways. W-Wouldn't want you to waste your time on m-me." Elmo averted his gaze quickly, eyes flashing dusty sapphire as he looked to the ground, bangs brushing against his forehead. There. I didn't have to lie. He felt a bit relieved, though his heart still pumped faster than normal, afraid that she would see right through him. He wasn't very good at this. And then he felt a little queasy when she asked when he last ate, the sharp gnawing in his stomach reminding him that it was just this morning, right after he woke up when he had some toast, a glass of milk, and, a rare treat, a chocolate chip cookie. It wasn't much, but then again Elmo didn't like eating. If he ate any more than he already did, then the kids at school would make fun of him for being fat, even if that statement was false. Avoiding that ridicule was worth it in his eyes. "Th-This morning." OUTFIT: HERE NOTES: N/A

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[LARA "MICHIE" MICHELLE RAMEY]

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like a waterfall in slow motion

5 5 0. - vine wif elmo<3 - d'awww he's so cute------------------------------------------------------------------

If it was one thing that she hated doing, it was apologizing for something that she did or said. And sometimes it got to the rather point where a fight would occur because she didn't see the harm that she did. She always did better with fighting, since it usually became clear with who came out on top. But she also didn't enjoy loosing fights, a bruised ego on Michie resulted into dangerous hunts for her to help build it back. Hearing his answer about him being fidgety, "I see." she replied to him, trying to think of a good time to fidget and it wasn't on the job. And she had a low undesirable need to get him off the job for the night.

Hearing his reaction and let out a soft giggle, covering her mouth with her hand to muffle the noice, and she knew that it was pushing it on her normal say nothing during a hunt. But this no longer felt like she was on the hunt and they were just standing in the woods, which was a dangerous place to been at with the surrounding darkness. "Yeah, it would be odd for my parents to name me Michie." she mused, it was out of habit. It wasn't long in her school system that she became one of the bullies, a stuck up girl in a beautiful body. Every guy wanted in her pants, and she knew how to break every bone in their body was a plus. Hearing his confession caused her to smile, "I personally don't like werewolves, so i find this amusing." she admitted to him.

For now, she just wanted to get them out of the woods, so she could continue getting to know a fellow hunter..newbie or not, he was her kind. This always happened to her, she was a lot more softer with her words when it came to new hunters, but sometimes it still sounded mean. It wasn't hurt fault, she was normally a cunt, who hated everything. She almost asked him another question, but she figured that she harrassed him enough about his behavior. Her eyes left him to scan the area and was wondering why nothing bad had happened yet. She knew they were flirting with danger, it was quite an interesting feeling.

Being a hunter, one must be able to read people and something about his response was a little off. "I don't mind." she replied, it was her way of saying, 'i'm doing it whether you agree or not. Now that she thought about it, she was going to have to eat something when she walked back into her apartment. "besides it's nice out." she found herself adding on, while taking the ends of her jacket zipping it up so the blood on her cami would no longer be viewable to the surrounding community that would happen to see them together.

Hearing his response, she lifted an eyebrow, again and was curious how could one get so busy that they would nearly skip two meals. "Well, you should get something to eat." she said, softly. "I suggest stopping by a cafe to get something, but i'm not really sure if there is anything open at this hour." she commented.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #000000; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #8904B1 solid; border-bottom: 10px #8904B1 solid;] there's hell over me ( WORDS ) 389 ( TAGGED ) MARIE/MICHIE ( STATUS ) COMPLETE The sound of a soft, feminine giggle escaping Michie's lips caused a faint look of surprise to cross Elmo's young features, having not marked her as the kind of person to goof around when on duty. Then again, assumptions were bad and mean, and he mentally scolded himself for even judging her at all. "O-Oh! I.. I didn't m-mean to say th-that it wasn't a g-good name," he said hastily, not wanting her to get the wrong idea that he had been making fun of her nickname. "I d-don't like them much either," he shrugged, referring to the werewolves that were on the topic. He didn't try to judge the entire species by just a few, but, in fact, a good majority of the werewolves were pretty feisty, and he found it hard to get along with most of them. Not that that made them horrible people. Just not compatible with his shy nature and quiet ways. An uneasy feeling crept over the hunter as the sky continually grew darker as the minutes ticked by into the night, picking up distant sounds that were just plain creepy. Though it wasn't the fact that they could possibly be ambushed by passing supernaturals; it was from Michie's words, and he knew then that he'd be forcing himself to tell the truth, or only part of it. "A-Actually.." Elmo quickly zipped up his jacket with nimble writer's fingers, feeling a slight chill fall over him, but that could just be from his unwillingness to admit the small situation he was in. "I d-don't live anywhere, Miss Michie." His hazel gaze was averted once again, staring off in to the darkness with a flushed face, embarrassed. She would have found out sooner or later, when he didn't go anywhere are picking up Honeybear. At least it was sooner, just so he could get it off his chest. "It's f-fine. I don't get very hungry m-much anymore," Elmo pulled his hands back into the warm comforts of his hole-filled sleeves, looking back to the young woman with slightly panicked golden brown eyes, hoping she wouldn't fore him into consuming some food. He was fine. He didn't need to eat anything else today. "Just.. Don't worry about m-me, okay? You probably have enough t-to worry about." And, under his breath, he muttered, "I'm not worth it, anyways." OUTFIT: HERE NOTES: N/A

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[LARA "MICHIE" MICHELLE RAMEY]

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like a waterfall in slow motion

4 2 1. - vine wif elmo<3 - d'awww he's so cute------------------------------------------------------------------

Michie had a thing for noticing every little detail, it was something That her adopted parents taught her to do, besides teaching her how to pick pocket and hotwire a car. All the things that they had taught her had came in handle at some point. Hearing his comment and noticing how much her comment set off a spazz attack. "It's fine, don't fret about it." she replied to him, with a calm tone. She felt like she was around a version that was the complete opposite of her, and it was bothering her. It was not the type of bothering that she was use to back in the old days were she teased girls that had an obviously low self-confidence, but she almost felt the need to help him become a better hunter. His comment about the werewolves caused her to tiny smile, "Lovely, then." her comment towards him. She didn't enjoy most of the Supernatural community,

'I d-don't live anywhere, Miss Michie.' entered the air, escaping his mouth. She had already looked away from him to look out for a an ambush, but this had caused her eyes to train over him. A part of her almost felt the need to help him and the other part, the selfish bitch in her, wanted to tell him to 'just becareful' and leave. But she's been homeless before when a Werewolf pack attacked her home, leaving her in a secret room to hear their screams. The screams were edged into her head and sometimes, if she laid in bed without thinking... she could still hear it. She was in and out of the fostercare system to remember it before she was adopted by a family of Hunters, that couldn't have children or couldn't bother going through the obstucles of child-birting and pregnancy. She also noticed that she hadn't even become to reply to him, but that could also mean that she was currently caught off guard.

Hearing his comment, "Well let's go get your furball at your friends house and-" she started commenting but heard his other one, "And you can stay with me. I live on my own in a decent size apartment, it won't be crowded with an extra person and their..pet." she found herself saying, but really couldn't believe that she was allowing a sober person into her home. "Don't ever say you're not worth it again, you will never make it as a Hunter with that kind of thing." she replied, without much thought.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #000000; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #8904B1 solid; border-bottom: 10px #8904B1 solid;] there's hell over me ( WORDS ) 350 ( TAGGED ) MARIE/MICHIE ( STATUS ) COMPLETE The silence seemed to drag on much, much longer than it should have for Elmo after his little confession, crossing his arms over his chest as he risked a glance back at Michie. There was an odd expression occupying her feminine features, one he couldn't quite identify, and it scared him a bit. Not her face, the way she wasn't responding as quickly as he had thought she would. Was she going to chastise him for not saying anything about it to the other hunters before now? Would she just mumble something and leave? It turned out both possibilities were wrong, her answer shocking him into his own bout of silence, green eyes round and wide. Michie.. Michie was offering to let him stay with her? In her apartment? The boy wasn't asking for sympathy, or pity, or even a place to stay. Sure, he wanted nothing more than the snatch that offer out of the air. Wandering the streets scared him, and waking up in random places was getting old, but he couldn't possibly ask that much of this woman whom he barely knew. The hunters already gave him enough. How could he take anything more? "Michie, you.. you don't have to, really. I d-don't want to be a b-burden to you in your own h-home," he managed to stammer out, finding himself incapable of looking the hunter in the eyes at that moment, his gaze going anywhere but that pair of brown orbs. "And--" He was interrupted by her next words, looking up through his thick bangs at her, finally. Don't say that again? But wasn't that truth? Elmo was basically such a failure, at being a hunter, at romance, at almost everything, excluding school. Well, school wasn't much better, but he was in all advanced classes, so that meant he was doing something right in the academic department. How could he actually amount up to anything at all? He was an orphan that wasn't capable of holding a grudge against the very beings that murdered his family, all that eh had left. There was definitely something wrong with him. OUTFIT: HERE NOTES: N/A

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[LARA "MICHIE" MICHELLE RAMEY]

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like a waterfall in slow motion

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Hearing his response, after offering him a place of crash felt like a slap in the face. She didn't take to being humilated in private, much less in a public area. It caused her to blink a few times, while she looked away from him. "Come on." she said, turning on her heels and started walking in the path away. "You won't be a burden, plus you will know when I get annoyed. Now come on, El" she said, over her shoulder. "A nice comfy bed, like.. a thousand thread count.. movies.. you can even have a nice bubble bath." she said, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder. She was trying pretty hard not to toss him over her shoulder and carry his ass to her apartment. He had a furball of an animal, and she was pretty sure that he was attached to it.

When she noticed that he didn't comment to her telling him not to say that he wasn't a screw up, it had actually caused her to stop in her steps. Almost felt the need to punch him, her fist automatically clinching into a fist and in mid-turn around, a force of a big ratty furball knocking her over. Her hands found her silver blade out of her hiddy hole and stabbed it in the chest while her free hand was keeping its mouth away from her, and her legs wrapped around it holding it steady. So much for being able to walk around bloody-free.. When the life was drained from the werewolves body, she pushed it off of her and slide out the rest of the way. Her ribs were killing her, she coughed a little bit, but not allowing it to actually allowing the cough to rattle out.

She pushed herself up off the ground and upright, walking back to the path, "Come on, Elmo. It's not safe and someone didn't train you properly." she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him through the woods. But just before they hit the safety line, she sat down her bag and pulled out a shirt and unzipping her jacket and picked up a buddled shirt from her bag and headed into the brush. Normally she didn't have a problem, but her ribs were severly bruised and she was pretty sure that one or a few were currently broken. She quickly changed into a black band tee and returned to the bath, stuffing the clothing items into her bag. They walked out of the brush, "So, where is this friends?" she asked. She really hated having to use her backup shirts.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #000000; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #8904B1 solid; border-bottom: 10px #8904B1 solid;] there's hell over me ( WORDS ) 477 ( TAGGED ) MARIE/MICHIE ( STATUS ) COMPLETE The look of surprise returned to his young features when Michie told him to come along anyways, pretty much ignoring his pathetic little protests. It made him smile, just a bit, even when she called him El. A real place to sleep, a roof over his head, being able to watch movies without a trip to the cinema being necessary.. It did sound quite nice. And bubble baths? That part almost made him giggle despite himself, a stifled chuckle bubbling on his lips. He had always preferred showers, really, but a hot bath was a good way to get clean while simultaneously contemplating life. Showers were too quick to think about the problems and solutions in the world, and he highly valued his mind. "O-Okay.." He was still a bit doubtful, not desirable of intruding, but it was obvious that Michie would strangle him if he said anything more against her offer. And he didn't want to die that way. Elmo's thoughts were interrupted by the sudden appearance of a blur bowling the woman over, and he froze, mind going blank for a split second from the shock. He should help. Do something! He couldn't. He never could. Luckily, Michie was capable of taking care of herself, clearly, and the werewolf's corpse rolled over onto the ground, completely limp. His mouth was dry. A dark, embarrassed flush flared across his face for the umpteenth time that night, feeling absolutely humiliated. He hadn't done anything! He stood there, like a freaking tree! A useless, immobile tree! This is why you're such a horrible hunter! You know what to do, but when faced with real danger you forget it all, you wimp! The harsh voice in the boy's mind was merciless, his stormy blue gaze flitting back down to his shoes. The increased warmth of his hand had him looking at Michie just as she tugged him along, grasping his hand firmly. He couldn't help but catch the grimace that had been on her face just moments earlier, after she got up. Was she hurt? A lump of guilt formed in his throat at the thought, but he forced it out of his head. It came back, though he had allowed it; Michie had suddenly dived into some thick bushes, and he suspected it was to change out of the bloody shirt. And he could feel the burning hot blush, even though he wasn't attracted to females. Just because he was gay didn't mean that he didn't find it a little awkward around girls. Elmo felt relieved when she came back quickly, now sporting a black band tee. His feet carried him forward with her, and he raked his fingers through his hair. "Right down the street when we get to this alley there," he pointed, estimating that it shouldn't take them more than fifteen, perhaps twenty minutes to pick up Honeybear. OUTFIT: HERE NOTES: N/A

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[LARA "MICHIE" MICHELLE RAMEY]

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like a waterfall in slow motion

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the nineteen year old hunter had always seemed to take people by surprise, since her siloutte seemed to deminor what the young woman was actually capable of. it was simple what she was doing to cause her to fight the urge to drag him all the way to her place, kicking and screaming. she was also pretty glad that he wasn't acting like a three year old child. she didn't really take a lot of bubble baths without music, because she wasn't the type of person that enjoyed thinking about how ridiculous she's acting towards the young hunter. she was suppose to be riding his ass about the things that he was doing wrong and kick him to the curve. it would have made her feel more superior , more than she was already feeling. she also noticed the chuckle that almost leaked out of him, which caused her to lightly smirk towards him.

hearing his response, she gave him a small nod, "besides the streets aren't very safe for hunters, when their guards are down." she commented. her guard was barely ever down, even when she wasn't working, she always felt like there's a chance for someone to be watching her. then she got tackled, yet again by a stupid mutt. the fight was over before it starter, which happened when it was a supernatural against a hunter. the hunter was just as much in jeapordy, as the supernatural creature. she would never admit that she could soon be the corpse being tossed on the ground.

the thing about michie was that she didn't enjoy asking for help, especially if it meant that she had to admit that she was hurt. now that she was rocking a band t-shirt that wasn't damned with werewolf blood, she would be able to escort her new fellow hunter..person around. hearing his answer, and she gave him a nod, "alright." was the comment that came out of her mouth. she wasn't good with animals, every animal that she touched ended up dying. she was raised to be a killing machine, so she would really have to work on avoiding it so she didn't kill it. it wasn't long before they made it to his friends house, she allowed him to take care of it and leaned against the wall of the building. a bubble bath did sound nice, even a bath filled with ice sounded splended.

she waited until he came back out with his furball, and nodded towards the direction they were going. there's a lot of questions that would have started flowing out towards his way, but she didn't enjoy answering the same questions, in return. which was one of the reasons why she wasn't that type of person. her hands slipped into her pocket, glancing towards him, "how long have you had..that?" she asked, glancing towards the cat and then back infront of them. even though, they were in town, her guard was still pretty high up. it wouldn't be until she was inside her house that she would be able to force herself to relax.

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