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Post by ADDISON ELIZABETH WALSH on Oct 7, 2010 16:58:20 GMT -5
 NEW HAVEN, CALIFORNIA, NEW HAVEN BEACH, MARCH 2011[/font][/center] -----"oh why don't you just bite me you pig. i get it. rent is due the first of the month. you'll fucking get it." for about five minutes addison's new (and first) landlord had been giving her shit about the rent. what brought about this sudden need to tell her how things were run was beyond her. addison had quite literally rented this apartment two days ago. sure she had no credit history, no references, no...anything, but she had a very good reason for that. for the past eight years since she'd broken out of her circle of foster homes, addison had been either living in such a way that money didn't matter, or she'd pretty much been living a lie. getting from place to place by way of paws or by money gained from selling stolen goods.
-----what did that mean for her now that she was in this new place and trying to actually start a "real" life? it meant a skeevy apartment complex and an even skeevy-er landlord who was using bitching about rent as an excuse for checking her out. addison was no saint yet she did try to preserve some sense of self control, but when a completely unwarranted grouch session came about for no reason other than to ogle her, well addison didn't put up with it for long. she closed the door in the man's face, listening through the door as he joked about wanting to take a nice bite out of her. classy. real classy.
-----with a grumble, addison pushed away from the door, her hands shaking slightly. she hated stupid people but she hated more when stupid people wasted her time. they could waste their own time to their hearts content, but leave her out of it. but since this was what the real world was like, this would be something addison needed to get used to. this was her choice after all. she could have stayed in the big cities, robbing the unnecessarily rich blind. it was something she was good at after all, but she'd chosen to give that up and get back to something real. this would have to be the way she went about it. she walked across the barren living room to the bedroom where a singular mattress lay on the floor adorned with only some white sheets and a book bag stuffed to the seams.
-----the book bag had been her best friend for the longest time, the only thing she'd had for more than a few months, and it was chock full of clothes that addison carried from place to place. she unzipped the bag, finally unpacking it, and plucked from the pile of fabric a pair of jean shorts and a hot pink tank top. so what if the sun was setting? so what if it was getting dark in an unfamiliar town? addison preferred the night. it was so much more enjoyable, so much more forbidden, than anything the sun could cast it's rays upon. she changed, pocketing her new apartment keys, and headed out the door just as dusk really seemed to kick in. the one good thing about the ghetto apartment was the fact that it was pretty much in the center of town so she could hop on a bus and go just about anywhere her little mind chose to take her. she walked out of her apartment and across the parking lot where she hopped on the local bus. addison figured that if all else failed she'd take a minute little tour around the city to see if anything really struck her fancy.
-----she watched out the window, simply gazing at her surroundings as the stop for howler lake came up. figuring a walk around a pond would be calming, addison decided to hop off and take a walk around the water. she walked until it was almost too dark to see finally stopping on the edge of the shore when she'd satisfied herself. she plopped her butt to the sand, looking up at the sky as the clouds parted, revealing a waning gibbous moon. it would be full moon soon enough, a time that addison didn't necessarily dread. she liked her wolf self. had she not she wouldn't have stayed in that form for years as she outlived her teens. with the clouds parted the water, the sand, and everything around her was bathed in moonlight. suddenly all she wanted was to feel the water wrapping around her body. she kicked off her sneakers and socks, following them with her tank top and shorts, leaving addison in only her bra and panties. without hesitation she dove into the chilly water. she may have been crazy for going for a late night swim in march, but she didn't care at this point.
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Post by ASHER ROY JACKSON on Oct 8, 2010 1:55:20 GMT -5
Ash opened his eyes and stared at his high ceiling of his room in his father's house. It took him a moment to remember where he was, the high pitched ringing and thudding pain in his head making his thoughts swim. Suddenly the whitish cream color paint on the ceiling seemed like a bad idea. Sunlight poured into his room from the open window and he could hear the traffic blaring from the ground level. The air was still and the only motion he could see was the dust mots floating lazily in the patch of sunlight that passed through his opened curtain. And with a groan, Asher rolled over onto his stomach and glanced at the clock.The red letters read 8:15, and Asher sat there, listening to the light buzzing that the clock made. For some reason the numbers weren't registering in his mind and finally he was able to piece together what they meant. Oh, 8: 15 at night. That made sense now.
Last night had been awful and though he didn't remember most of it, he knew that something had happened that would catch up with him and he would regret. All he knew was that massive amounts of alcohol had been consumed, and judging by the large amount of cash that sat on his night table, more than a few games of pool and drinking contests have been won. Ah, that was one of the perks of being a the mayors son. Every time you went to a bar, people would try and take advantage of you if you offered to have a arm wrestle or a drinking contest. Well, that was just Asher anyway. Because he was a smaller man, people would think that he didn't have the strength to contest against others. That's when the training came into play. It was always funny to watch a man with guns that could put Sylvester Stalone to shame, get beaten by a scrawny little 'punk' because he knew the right angle to turn the man's wrist to make him scream mercy. Of course Asher had muscles but he didn't like to flaunt them like others.
Rolling out of bed, literally rolling out of his bed, Asher landed on his feet and rubbed his stomach, which then turned into a deep stretch. His mouth seemed to stretch to cover his whole face as he yawned and made his way to his closet. He didn't have to look out of his window to know that the sun was starting to set. Despite being a social figure, Asher was just a very night orientated person. Whenever he could, he would try and take the late shift for work and then go out and preform his music wherever he could. Actually, he hadn't gone out in a couple of days to do that, neither had he written a song. The inspiration had apparently let him and he didn't feel the urge to sing right now. Maybe he would do that later tonight.
Pulling his jeans over his legs, he rubbed his head, trying to get the fuzz to leave from his mind, Asher grabbed a white long sleeved shirt and threw it on, placing a black vest over top. It hadn't even been ten minutes since he woke up, and yet his headache was almost gone. Asher had become best friends with partying since he was young so the art of recovery was something that just came natural to him. Hangovers never lasted more than a few moments from the wake up point. Thinking about this fact and the first time his mother had caught him drinking, Asher rubbed his face before grabbing his keys and heading out the door of his apartment. Not knowing where he wanted to go, Asher just let his feet carry him down the sidewalks, dodging the groups and couples that were coming out to party around this time. Normally Asher would join them, but tonight he just wasn't feeling like it. The thoughts that plagued his mind killed his mood. Every time he thought of his mother that happened. Of course the accident had been years ago, but it still hurt Asher to think about it.
After walking around for almost forty minutes, Asher found himself at the beach, and he couldn't help but smile as he looked up at the moon and with a quick movement, kicked off his shoes and pulled his shirt off. Then, with all of the previous thoughts banished from his mind, he almost leaped into the water, pulling off his pants at the last moment before feeling the cool water splash against his skin. It had been ages since he had just gone for a swim, and a nighttime swim at that. More often than not people always went during the day, just because the townsfolk liked the sun better. So that made it the perfect time to go out and swim. More often than not, Asher would go nude, but as he swam underneath the water, he couldn't help but twist and turn. It had been years since he had swam just for the sake of swimming. Usually it had something to do with his hunter training, so tonight he made a not to remedy that. Twisting under the water, he closed his eyes and swam as long as he could before he had to surface for air. Coming up, he gasped for air, wiping his hair out of his eyes before noticing a girl not that far away from him. As he looked at her face, Asher was suddenly very glad that he had decided not to go nude.
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Post by ADDISON ELIZABETH WALSH on Oct 8, 2010 18:50:17 GMT -5
NEW HAVEN, CALIFORNIA, NEW HAVEN BEACH, MARCH 2011 [/font][/center] -----the cool water pooled around her body and wrapping her in a comfort addison hadn't felt in a long time. she'd never lived close to the ocean so other bodies of water always had to do. if ever she was close to a beach it was always an hour or more drive away, something that wasn't necessarily accessible to a foster kid in a new home. still, addison was quite a sucker for those hidden little coves that could only be found out in the wilderness, the kind that most people didn't even know about. it was one of the only times that addison would willingly phase out of her wolf form in order to really enjoy. she loved bathing under the moonlight. something about it was just so ethereal and just so lost on the modern world today. it was one of the few, if only, luxuries of being what she was and going through her past.
-----addison didn't have much of a problem being what she was now, but back when she was more or less a child, that was a very different story. she'd fought many inner battles with herself trying to come to terms with what she was classified as and every time around the only conclusion that she could make was that she was a freak, among the many other arguments. was she a freak? was this because of something she did? something her parents did? was this just a little more of that cosmic crap she was famous for running in to? after all her parents had left her high and dry when she was a mere child. did they know something about what she was going to become and high-tailed it out of there while they'd still had the chance to? did they run from her knowing that she was different?
-----after all addison had never really known why things had simply changed. one day she was a happy little girl with parents who loved her and the next she was an orphan that no one wanted nor understood. needless to say addison had no idea that her parents were just like her. had she known something like that, that there were other people with her special...ness, then maybe she would have been able to come to terms with all of this. had she known growing up that there were other things like her in the world, maybe her life would have made a lot more sense. she was pretty sure if she'd known, then she wouldn't have made as many mistakes as her past had tallied up. but of course no one seemed to know about this fascinating specimen she'd become. no one around here seemed to know that there were different kind of people in the world, if people was what one would classify her as.
-----of course looking back on her life so far, addison was just happy she hadn't killed anything of importance. she certainly hadn't taken any lives in her various mistakes. sure she'd been in more foster homes than she would have cared to admit, sure she was as lonely as lonely could get, but she'd never really hurt anyone. she'd killed animals for food, she'd stolen when it was necessary, but all in all she hadn't gone off the map and gone all serial killer on the world. granted this was a woman who did not know that there were others like her out there. she thought that she was simply a freak of nature that no one would want. she knew that no one would ever allow themselves to care about her knowing what she was. addison was damn sure that she would spend her life either alone, or hiding her true nature from the world. neither option sounded all that peachy.
-----tthat would have to come later though. addison needed to really start living her life at this point. some kids manage to emancipate themselves at a young age, some wait till they're eighteen before they go off on their own. addison was counting now as her first steps toward a life of her own. running off into the woods for six years didn't sound like much of a life to her, not like everyone else. did she want to be normal? desperately. did she have much of a say in the matter? of course not. but if she was going to take a crack at being normal, she was going to do it like the rest of the normal population. that meant rent, bills, responsibility, a real job -no more of this conning nonsense- and anything else that might entail. she was going to be normal if it killed her. balancing that with a bit of her own personality would just have to come later.
-----right now everything would have to come later. the water was just too enjoyable. she could feel her muscles relaxing as she waded deeper and deeper, wading to a point where the water pretty much covered up to her chest. just as she was really starting to settle in though, addison heard the sounds of water behind her. she turned to see a face emerging from the water. now any sane person would have been startled, and addison was no different, but after living for years in the wild her reactions became different then that to normal people. she spun on her feet, facing this guy, and in the instant she turned she kicked out, pushing him away and pushing her closer to the shore. it was an involuntary action because she was frightened. happened a lot. addison found her footing on the sandy bottom and turned to face the guy. "who the hell are you?" she said aloud, trying not to sound frightened and failing miserably. her expression immediately changed when she'd realized what she'd done. "oh my god i'm so sorry. you really scared the hell out of me."
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Post by ASHER ROY JACKSON on Oct 9, 2010 5:04:39 GMT -5
Asher stood with his shoes off, looking up at the moon before he had dove into the water. The sand was grainy in between his toes, and he could feel himself sinking into the sand more and more the longer he stood without moving. The fact that he was close enough to feel the water lapping at his feet sent a shiver down his spine. Although he was a normal person he was still somewhat freaked out by the water. It held a completely awesome power, being able to tear the foundations away from houses and wear stone away, but right now, it looked so calm that it was practically a piece of glass laid down on the earths surface with no other purpose than to reflect the night sky. But Asher knew, that as his body broke that
glass surface, that it could change at any moment and knock him around like a child.
Once when he had been younger, Asher had been out with his father, roaming around the forest around their house doing nothing better than getting lost for the sake of being out in the woods. This, of course, had been before Asher told him that his father was the reason that his mother was dead. It was just after the full moon, and so naturally his father was out hunting the things that prowled around Jasper Falls. Asher had been gone away camping, something that he did often. Being a hunter, his father had created alot of enemies and while he was out, his mother was home alone with the new baby. She didn't stand a chance because the thing was strong enough to turn her head in a complete one sixty. His father should have been there to protect her. But if his father had been there was well, then Asher would probably be out two parents, raising his little sibling and being the Mayor of Jasper Falls at the same time.
As he swam lazily underneath the waves of water, he was still able to see the moonlight shifting in and out in front of him. It was eerie and with the image that haunted his thoughts, he shivered, feeling a tingling sensation run over his skin. Kicking with his feet, he propelled himself through the water, diving until he could touch the bottom. Even though the water was murky from the sand that he had unsettled, and the darkness of the sky only made the water blacker, Ash could still see all of the individual grains of sands moving and twisting underneath his fingertips. Having all that Hunter training had it's ups and downs. Though his eyesight wasn't amazing, Asher could still see all the details that were laid out infront of him. Asher could also hear and smell almost everything that happened around him, which came great in being a cook and a musician. He could be working on one dish and smell the differences in the other as it cooked. Or he could perfectly tune a guitar as he could pick up the minute wave lengths that resinated against either other that a normal human couldn't. But in trade for these things, he hunted and killed things that were almost close to the monsters of legends. Well, when life gives you lemons.
Trying to sit on the sandy bottom, Asher watched as air bubbles floated past his face. He had always thought that to be a ridiculous saying. Of course you would make lemonade with lemons. By why? Not everyone liked lemonade. Asher certainly didn't. And so, he had made a variation of that saying for his own personal use. Fuck. the. Lemons. Not in the literal sense of course, but in some kind of mystical way. Of course to Asher that translated into something like when you see a party whore, become the bigger party whore, or if a chick passes you that you like, ask for her number. It had always been his relaxed laid back personality that got him into more than a few fights with his father. With the last bit of his air gone, Asher came up to the surface, the water shattering the still image of the sky reflected back at the sky.
As his face broke the surface, he gasped from breath and wiped his face, clearing the water from his nostrils and eyes. While he was doing that, he felt someone push at him through the water. Opening his eyes, he looked at probably one of the most gorgeous women he had ever seen before, in nothing in her underwear he noted. Next thing he noticed, was the fact that she was sort of yelling at him. Not trying to be a smart ass, or a cocky asshole, he shrugged his shoulders as much as he could and bobbed in the water. "aahhhhh, i'm not the loch ness monster if that's what your wondering" Throwing a casual grin on his face, Asher blinked and ran a hand over his head, pasting his wet hair onto his head. "and to answer your question about my identity, my names Asher." He paused and then shook his head laughing softly. "nah, don't apologize for nothing. i should apologize for popping up behind you." He ducked down, till just his head was above the water and started to tread, feeling the water slooshed against his body. "whats your name?"
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Post by ADDISON ELIZABETH WALSH on Oct 9, 2010 13:45:46 GMT -5
NEW HAVEN, CALIFORNIA, NEW HAVEN BEACH, MARCH 2011 [/font][/center] -----everything about what addison was scared the crap out of her. it wasn't so much having all these strange abilities like heightened reflexes, senses, and all that, it was more so the fact that she had no idea what was next to come. everything about what she was came as a surprise to her. the first time she really noticed her senses was when she'd found a stale peanut under the couch, one that she'd found not with her eyes, but with her nose. she'd sniffed out a stale peanut. what about that was normal? she'd been about eight years old at the time and when her foster mother had seen her find the peanut, well she'd made quick work of getting "that strange kid" out of her house.
-----that was pretty much how every new home went. if she didn't just freak someone out being herself she had some new breakthrough with these heightened whatevers in front of the foster family. in front of a kid, the mother, the father, it never really mattered. once she was secluded and pegged as s freak, it never took long for her to get the boot. it was just something she was used to at this point. it had taken some getting used to after the first few years but eventually addison just got used to never sticking around one place for very long. she surprised herself by never getting all that bitter about it either. she didn't care that no one wanted her. she didn't care that what she was was scaring people away. it didn't even matter that every foster mother's promise of "this is your home now and always will be" was short lived.
-----being abandoned was just something she'd come to accept a long time ago. she supposed it helped her in the long run. by the time her con days had come around, addison had been smart enough to never let herself think that something could actually come of it. she attributed that to a life time of abandonment and loneliness. easy enough right? well she was used to it now, if nothing else. that was plenty enough of a reason for her. did it surprise her that she wasn't nearly as bitter and loathing as she could be? of course. after all of this time anyone else probably would have said fuck the world and done something stupid. knowing what she knew about herself though made things a little easier. because she was different, addison had a little more faith that she could take care of herself. she'd done so on her own long enough to know it was true.
-----she didn't necessarily like someone getting the jump on her and scaring her as much as this stranger had. she was usually more careful about things like these but she supposed that getting lost in the feeling of the water had allowed her to kind of let go of everything else momentarily. all she could think about were the many times she'd phased out of her wolf form to just bath in the waters of some hidden pool. sometimes she would just get lost in some of the only good memories she had. she was a sucker for them since they were so very few and far between. like some people could only reflect back on the bad when their life was getting good, wondering when the next shoe was going to drop and their life was going to fall to shit, addison looked at the good. she knew that it was unlikely for anything to every really go her way, but she still liked getting lost in the what if from time to time. this just happened to be one of them.
-----hitting him wasn't necessarily something she meant to do, it just kind of came natural as a reaction to getting the crap scared out of her. she should have noticed him earlier and she knew that, even as she kicked out she knew her reaction was over the top but so sue her. she was happier now that she'd pushed them apart slightly, her feet finding the ground as the water lapped at her waist. whoever he was, he didn't seem to mind it all that much. thank god. addison didn't need to be fending away some attacker right now. it was too close to a full moon night for her emotions to go all haywire. she brushed a hand over her face, pushing away the water that begged to sting her eyes. well this had to be a sight didn't it. her in her underwear, wet, her long brunette hair plastered to her back. must have been like something out of the sports illustrated swimsuit issue. wonderful.
-----it only took her a few seconds to come to terms with everything and to just calm down. by that time her stranger had already started cracking jokes. addison smirked slightly, running a hand through her damp hair as she took a deep sigh to calm herself. his water-drenched scent told her that he was human. easy enough to handle she just had to keep acting like the normal person she was tryig to be anyways. "asher huh?" she cocked an eyebrow at him trying not to smile. "i'm addison." she fidgeted slightly in the water. it was unnerving being half naked in front of someone who was obviously appreciative. addison couldn't say that she wasn't used to it already because flaunting the goods was just how her former occupation worked, but now? addison hadn't ever really had to get undressed in her conning days. she was good enough to get a guy to think that they'd slept together without actually having to do a thing. this was the most bare she'd ever been in front of someone. "so, um, what are you doing here?" she asked, a quizzical look on her face. "it's a public place and all but i didn't know it was common for people to take late night swims in the lake."
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Post by ASHER ROY JACKSON on Oct 11, 2010 19:30:44 GMT -5
The life that Asher had gown up into wouldn't have been his own personal choice, if he had had a choice in the matter. Asher was certain that if most children had the choice of choosing their family, they wouldn't pick their actually family. But Asher wished that it could be so. He didn't want this life for anyone, not even the worst child that he could think of. Nobody should have to go through what Asher went through. He was the eldest child in his family, and so bore the most responsibility, which didn't suit his lifestyle. It wasn't the fact that he was the oldest, or even the fact that he was in his family that made him dislike his life. It was what his family was, both in the normal realm of things and in the unnatural realm, and what had been lost to him because of it.
When Asher was born, his life had been fine. He thought that it had been normal. Of course, being the Mayor's Son meant that you could do anything and get away with in this town, but that's not what he meant. The young Asher had believed that it was normal for every young boy to be trained in gun fighting and mixed martial arts. He thought that it was normal for him to bring his fathers handgun in for show and tell and show everyone how well he could shoot. That of course, wasn't normal and it wasn't until after a very well thought through explanation, which had turned out to be a lie, to his third grade teacher, did his father explain why Asher knew about everything. His family, ever since there had been a Jasper Falls, had been the protectors of the town. Asher had only been eight when he learned about everything supernatural. He had only been eight when he learned that one day, he would have to take up his fathers position as Mayor, and the town's keeper, protecting it from not only the messed up humans that got in, but the monsters that no one though existed. Asher had killed his first vampire when he had been ten. Most kids got a fire truck for christmas, but as Asher swam underneath the water, he could vividly remember a Christmas where he had gotten a high powered bow, perfectly for shooting at shapeshifters. If he could have sighed without losing any oxygen, Asher would have. His father had been the one to teach him everything that he would have to know, and though Asher was grateful for the knowledge, he hated the fact that those type of creatures existed and they were the reason that Asher had turned out the way he did and for the way his family had torn itself apart.
A long time ago, Asher had had a mother. Like his father, she had been a hunter though that changed when she had Asher. She had given up her hunter life to become a mother, taking care of Asher and the new born child that had come into their life, and let Mr. Jackson take care of a vampire problem just outside of the town. Little did she know that her husband had failed in killing one of the monsters and the creature had found its way into their house. Asher had been twelve when he had walked in on his mother being eaten alive. He had managed to grab his father's gun from the dresser and shoot the creature, making it flee away. But the thing that had tore Asher apart, was the fact that the vampire had started to turn his mother. Asher was the one that had to shoot her in the head, and them burn her remains. The experience tore Asher apart. Why hadn't his father been there to help him? Why had his father failed in the first place? These questions had plagued Asher for months after his mother's death, which the town thought was caused by a car accident, and soon made Asher start to hate his father. Like he had said earlier, no one should have to go through what he did. He tilted his head slightly, trying to get the water out of his ear as he watched her trying not to smile. Asher had that affect on people. "Addison... That's a hot name." Again, he wasn't trying to be a jerk, but just being himself. Asher laid on his back and lazily drifted closer to her, hoping that he could get closer to her. "Meh. I like privacy. Of course, if you wanted to go skinny dipping, the best place for that is during the night." Asher shrugged slightly, "But I opted out of the no pants party and decided to swim." He flashed a smile at her. "What about you?I don't think I've ever seen you around here before" Of course Asher just wasn't talking about never seeing her around the lake, but also around town. He had known everyone since he was knee high to a grasshopper and he couldn't recall ever seeing her before. And he would defiantly remember someone as gorgeous as her.
That was all part of the reason why Asher was back in town. He had left for a while, but during his travels, he had realized that he belonged in Jasper Falls, that it was his destiny to protect the little town, so that no one else would have to go through what he went through. He hadn't been back for all that long, and already he was questioning his decision. Asher got along with his sibling just fine, but it turned out that he still blamed his father for his mother's death. That could definitely hurt the father son relationship. And so, though he didn't know it, Asher was looking for something to fill the hole that was starting to grow bigger in his heart. At first he had filled with his booze and money, but now he realized that that wasn't doing any good. Of course, he didn't know that what he was lacking was a woman, and that when he looked at the girl in her underwear across from him, he would later realize this face.
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Post by ADDISON ELIZABETH WALSH on Oct 11, 2010 21:46:27 GMT -5
NEW HAVEN, CALIFORNIA, NEW HAVEN BEACH, MARCH 2011 [/font][/center] -----it almost seemed irrational for addison to want some semblance of a normal life. in the grand scheme of things it really didn't seem so outrageous, but when you took into account what she "was" then yeah it was a bit crazy to think that she could live the way other people did. she wanted to say that she'd grown up in a happy household with her two parents. she wanted to have fond memories of her father tossing her into the air as a child only to hear her squeal with happiness or tell stories of her mother and the award winning pies she used to submit to the county fair. hell she would have even been happy to say that she lived in a divorce family where one parent always tried to outdo the other. any kind of family would have been good. not this foster crap.
-----addison couldn't even count the number of homes she'd lived in on both her hands. had she ever been asked to list them for someone, she would have made her listener's head spin. who could imagine that the federal system designed for housing children had so totally failed her. she was just one of those kids though, the ones lost to the system. she was the strangely quiet type who you'd forget at home with a rowdy bunch of kids already strapped into the car. she was one that would be left behind in the park and forced to walk home because no one would see an empty seat in the back of the mini van and remember "oh hey, i left that kid behind." she was practically a ghost in every house she'd ever stayed in, and addison certainly didn't help herself by any means.
-----even when spoken to, addison always singled herself out as being strange. she wondered if by some unconscious thought, she'd figured it would make everyone around her safer if they never got attached. she wondered if she'd known as a child that pushing people away was the easiest method for making sure people didn't get hurt around her. after all it didn't take long for a family to kick her out. well that was a harsh way of putting it. no family ever really kicked her out. there was always one people who tried to bring her in close, cuddle up with her and be that one person addison bonded with, something that never, ever seemed to work. addison could always seem to tell when it was fake. the heightened pulse, the flicker of the lower eyelid, she learned things over the years and it helped her keep to herself more often than not. and when the time came, if she hadn't scared a family into calling social services to place her in "a home more suited for her unique needs." if they never got the hint themselves then addison would take it upon herself to remove herself from the equation.
-----running was never a difficult thing for her to do. those heightened senses always had her on her toes, usually one step ahead of the people she was running from. the only reason addison ever got caught was because she chose to. she chose to reveal herself to police after she'd crossed state lines in order to make herself some other jurisdiction's problem. usually by that time her slot in a foster home was already filled by another child who fit more snugly into their normal lifestyle. addison always did what was best, even if it had turned into second nature by the time she was twelve. she always knew when it was time to leave and when it was a good time to reveal herself. how else could she put it? she simply knew. lord would this have all been easier if she'd had just one parent. just that one that she had some sort of bond with who knew her better than she knew herself. someone who would take her aside when things didn't make sense, when she started doing things that were abnormal for other kids her age and that sort of thing. someone to tell her right from wrong and explain to her what it was she had transitioned into over the years. addison hadn't known any other kind of child who had an immeasurable sense of smell or sight, someone stronger than a man twice her size, and oh yeah someone who could phase into a completely inhuman form. a dummies guide to being a werewolf? chicken soup for the lycan's soul? anything?
-----but addison had long ago realized that she was alone in this world. aside from the one or two strange encounters she'd had over the years there was nothing to suggest that there were others like her out there. there was nothing to say that she wasn't alone after all. sure there were others like her hiding amongst the wood, fearing some unknown force, but addison didn't know that. she didn't know about the battle between the inhuman and human. she didn't know that what she was, even though she'd pretty much tamed it with her years of experience just in her wolf form, was wrong in the eyes of the only people to know she existed. had she known that it just would have solidified everything she'd assumed about herself already. that she was a freak that no one outside of her self was likely to understand. what a pleasant notion that was. she would sleep like a baby tonight knowing that she was just one more bedtime story come to life.
-----she cocked her head to the side slightly, nothing too noticeable. she didn't want to admit to the fact that at the moment she was hanging on his every word but it was no less true. a devilish smirk crossed her lips. funny how easily she reverted back to her conning days. that smile would easily melt the heart of some big time business man and have her drugging him for his money in no more than fifteen minutes. she had to remind herself that she wasn't doing the job anymore. this was normal right? she was settling down and trying to find normal. "thanks" she said in regards to his compliment, expertly wiping the smirk from her face a moment later. privacy. yeah that was definitely something she relished every so often. seemed she wasn't alone in that. the lake didn't seem all that high in popularity as of late so that made this place all the more private, or so she had assumed. she noticed with the rippling of the water that he was drifting closer to her. it wasn't as off putting as it should have been and that surprised her. "no. you wouldn't have seen me around here." she said as she turned away from him, easily gliding toward the shore. she plopped down at the point where the water met the sand, her legs remaining in the water as she leaned her body back against the sand. "call me a recent addition to this little town." she said loud enough for him to hear, her eyes cast up toward the dark, star-speckled sky.
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tagged • asher
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