>>38509
Our name is "But, before we begin, what is our loli/MC's name".

>>38509
Delilah

>>38509
Claire

>>38509
Shi tlord

>>38509
This
>>38585

>>38509
George Washington

>>38585
Seconding.

>>38548
This. The other street rats call her Butt for short

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You moved to this city about two months ago with your mother. You don't really have a good relationship with her, and this move made that even rockier. Shortly after arriving you fell oddly ill and have been kept to the apartment, not setting a foot out for nearly the entire time you have been there. Most of your days are spent sleeping, and the times you are awake it is groggy and muddling, and you notice your mouth is always dry. Food and water is usually left for you, and your schedule follows; eat, use the restroom, look out the window, and sleep. You can barely stay awake from more then an hour when you do wake up. Sightings of your mother have become much rarer as time passes, but you are so out of it you barely notice. However, this evening, you wake up and things are different. You do your routine and notice that you are wide awake for once. You finish your food, and your dry mouth is rather annoying. You could get water from the bathroom sink but you have a craving for juice. You get up to leave but you notice that your door is locked, and a strange and dull pain is coming from your side.
Delilah, you find yourself locked in your bedroom and in slight pain, what do you do? Your only access is the bathroom that is conjoined to your room at the moment.

Sorry about the wait, my tablet was being a little bitch.

>>38890
kick the door

>>38890
Does our bookshelf have any books about lockpicking on them?

>>38890
check where the pain is coming from.

>>38890
See about the pain in our side

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You know better then to mess with the door too much and make noise. Mommy isn't usually nice, and this goes double for those nights when she opens the liquor cabinet.That pain radiating from your side is also very strange...

You go in front of your mirror and lift up your nightgown. In the dark it takes a moment, but you then notice that there are two small bumps on your stomach. They are scabbing over and the area around them is red like a mosquito bite. You scratch it lightly but stop as pain quickly surges through you. Suddenly, your hear a loud rattling noise at your door, and the knob begins to shake. A man seems to be talking to your mother from behind it.

What do you do? Get back in bed and pretend to sleep? Hide? What is your plan?[/b}

Sorry about shitty phone picture, I will try to get tablet working later.

>>39002
Also, I would like to add. As this has to follow board rules, no explicit loli pictures!

>>39002
can we hear what they are saying?

>>39002
Do you recognize the man's voice?

>>39017
They seem to be talking about stuff that doesn't concern you, but your name pops up once. However, you are still rather out of it like the times you woke up before and so it is hard to know for certain what their conversation is about.
>>39034
As far as you can tell though, the man does not sound familiar. However, it should be noted that your mother knows many odd or questionable men.

>>38913
>>38908
You are a little girl silly anons! This is out of her ability!

>>39002
Hide in the cabinet and try to listen to what they are saying

>>39043
The only places you can hide are the closet and the bathroom or under the bed.

>>39042
Go get in bed and pretend to sleep then

>>39002
Pretend to sleep as best you can and listen in on their conversation.

>>39043
>>39056
I will combine these two answers.

>>39042
drink bleach

>>39065
also don't forget our rabbit

>>39010
Can't ya imgur them?
Post them somewhere and than link it to us?

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Acting quick, you arrange your pillows and sheets to make it look like you are in bed, then quickly roll underneath. You cover yourself up with a throw blanket, clutching your dear rabbit as your heart is pounding hard in your little chest. As you hear the door creak open you hear the man say the following words:
Delilah [...] payment [...] enjoy again [...]
Your heart is racing and you miss many of the parts in between and you hear his foot steps come towards the bed and the door shut. The lights are still off, but in front of you there is the sight of a vase full of fake flowers and your other toys. You hear the man pull off the sheets and he is know very angry. Suddenly, you feel him yank you out from underneath the bed, and you can smell alcohol on his breath.

You do NOT want to be hurt and you don't know what he wants. All you know is that you don't want his hands on you, what do you do?

>>39171
FLAIL

>>39171
Bite.

>>39153
Probably not tonight/this very early morning I can and will link some loli nudes, especially if they fit in with what is happening. However, I probably will not right now since I am only doing chicken scratch doodles.

>>39189
Though I can*

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>>39171
bite the pillow i'm going in dry

>>39171
Scream and fail your arms in attempt to get free from the grip. Try to reach for the vase and slam it into his head.

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You fight. You struggle. His arm wraps around you and you bite him as hard as you can. This earns you a hard slap across the face as he curses you and pushes you onto the bed. Your beloved rabbit lays on the ground, his sad bead eyes looking back at you.
...
This man hurt you bad. There are bruises up and down your arms. Your insides are in pain. A feeling of shame rises up in you as you lay on the bed, tears no longer flowing from your eyes. You cried all you could before. Sweat and another strange smell mixes and fills the room. That bastard is sitting on the edge of the bed, talking on the phone.
No, he is BRAGGING on the phone. You are so upset and hurt, emotionally and physically. Your eyes fall onto the vase near by, and instinct comes over you. Slowly you lift yourself off the bed, walking to the vase and holding it in your hands. Your ever so small and delicate hands. You approach the bed, gentley nudging your sweet bunny under the bed. You don't want her to see any more awful things. You raise up the vase over your head...
....
A few minutes later and that man is on the floor, out cold. Blood now covers your hands and nightgown. You are trying to catch your breath, when you notice his wallet is on the floor.

Delilah, you are filled with a strong sense of something, fear? Anger? Something is trying to guide you in this situation, what do you do?

Let me add that I have been combining some of the answers!

>>39261
Kick him in the groin.

Lots.

>>39261
Take his wallet and one of the bigger shards of glass and leave the room

Get dressed and start packing your backpack with things you might need, don't forget the wallet.

>>39294
and the bunny, Ms Buttons

>>39261
Don't forget to pick a god and pray.

This is great OP, looking forward to the quest.

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You pick up the wallet and flip it open. Inside are a couple of 20$ bills. You pull them out, counting about $120. You toss the wallet to the ground and quickly begin to move. You switch to a thick dress with leggings and boots and pack some more clothes into a duffle bag. You aren't exactly sure about what just happened, but you know that you won't be a victim like this again. As you go to get your winter coat, you see your bunny, Ms. Buttons, on the ground. You pick her up and hug her as tight as you can. Despite what that man did to you, there is still a sense of guilt about what you did to him, those paper bills weighing heavier then they should in your pocket. But you know that no matter what you become, Ms. Buttons will always love you as she did before. Carefully, you place her on the top of your belongings before zipping it all away. As you place your winter coat on, the feeling inside you changes. You look at the man's body, alive but passed out, and realize that your chest is tightening and your breath is quickening. A hunger, one that you never felt before in your life, quickly materializes.
...
A few minutes later, you sit up from the man's body. Blood runs down the corner of your mouth. It taste sour and awful, but your hunger is gone. The man seems to still be alive, but you can barely care enough to ensure he is fine. You carefully make your way out of the bedroom and to the front door. Your mother gives you a scare, but you soon realize that she won't give you any trouble. She is laid out on the couch, empty bottles surrounding her and her eyes in a place far away. You give her one last sad look, before leaving the apartment.

You are out on the street, it's dark, you have only the money you found, some clothes, and Ms. Buttons with you. There is a bus station down a few blocks, but otherwise you are only surrounded by residentials for quite a ways. What do you do?

>>39375
Well. its sideways and there's a hair in the way. My bad. I will upload all the pictures and their caps in an imgur and will fix any issues like that in the future. Also, sorry for any weird grammar or spelling, it is late here and I am tired, yet I can't sleep.

walk north for a bit, avoid the light, no need to draw attention to yourself.

>>39375
Make your way to the bus station. On the way, keep a lookout for a corner store to purchase some food.

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A tight grip on your bag, you make your way to the bus station. You make sure to stay out of the street lights, knowing that if someone spot you at this hour that they would try to return you to your mother. Never will you allow that to happen. She had something to do with your pain earlier, she let that happen and you know it. Sorrow starts to well up inside you but quickly your replace it with a sense of determination. In the shadows of the night, you walk to the bus station. It is early enough in the night,relatively anyways.Slowly the sight of the station grows in your view, and you find shelter inside. You go up to the ticket booth, and are given the option for a few destinations.

Will you choose to go downtown, where the city is always alive? Or do you decide to try and go to your grandmothers? You know she lives on the otherside of town, but are not sure of her exact location. You are also not sure if she would actually help you, but this is the only family you know of.

Go to your grandmother's. There's no telling what could happen to you in the city.

>>39515
downtown, it might be dangerous but family so far hasn't been much better.

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"One ticket to my grandm-...I mean, to the stop on Jefferson's. Please." You try to keep your voice strong, but a nervousness make it waver slightly. You hand over the money, $4.50, and receive a ticket. Hurrying, you make your way to the appropriate exit. A vending machine catches your eyes and you wander over to it. Cheap junk food looks back at you, but one in particular stands out. Quickly you push in the money, $2.50, and press the combination.
...
A minute later you are sitting at a bench, waiting for the bus to arrive. In your lap, a package of three cookies rest. You take one, bite into it, and realize how cheap they really are. Stale, tough, raisins and not chocolate chips like you had hoped.
These are the most delicious cookies to you in that moment
You shove down the rest and begin on the second one. As you chew, you remember what happened in your bedroom. You quickly push away the...'assault'...and go back to what happened afterwards. Specifically, the blood. The feeling you had was more like a craving, like it was something your body needed. You had felt satisfied after it but not full like when eating dinner. It's all so strange and frightening,,,
You quickly finish the cookie to push those thoughts out. As you start on your third the bus arrives. You hastily shove it in your mouth and board the huge vehicle. You hand over your ticket and find a place to sit. Very few other people are on the bust. It will take about two hours to reach the street. You take your seat, and exhaustion sets in. You lean your head against the window and close your eyes.

Alright, I must sleep for class now. I will save and upload all the pictures and text just in case thread dies before I come back. I will hopefully have my tablet fixed so the doodles will be slightly better. If anyone has any draw requests, let me know! Anyways, I hope to see you guys later today.

See you dude.

OP.

This is both remarkable and uncomfortable, and I regret not seeing it earlier.

This is really good so far. Not sure how I feel about the vampire implications, but I'm definitely interested in where this is going.

>>40400
OP here (obviously) but as soon as I went to bed I realized that adding that in might be a little weird or awkward. However when I return from class and start again in a few hours I will let players decide if they want to keep that or not. If they don't I will do an asspull to fix it but I won't take away any scenes that have been added. If they don't mind or if they want it I will let i roll then and hopefully keep it from being something stale.

But to every one, thanks for staying on this sad and edgy ride so far!

>>40521
I'm interested in seeing where the vampire stuff goes

>>40521
It's not a deal-breaker for me. I just tend to prefer stories like this to be realistic. Being a little girl doesn't feel quite as harrowing if you're also a vampire.

>>40820
anything can be harrowing with enough suffering

test

>>40820
Alright, OP on mobile here in class. I realize that by adding that people will assume powers and what not, but with the vampire route I was thinking of it being more of the following. Warning, slight spoilers will be in the text below, so if you are wanting to see how it plays out naturally then steer clear
Addiction is a big theme I wish to play with here. If our dear Delilah is a vampire then she will be less frightening and more akin to a crack baby. Her turning will offer her little if any advantages and she will suffer from not giving in to her needs. Vampire rules will be far and few and will not strictly adhere to the norm seen in fiction.

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>>40855
You'll never save a young, frightened vampire girl and slowly teach her to trust people again.

>>40855
In that case, that sounds really interesting. You've sold me.

Shit, this is the second quest that was really interesting to me here. I hope I am around when it starts back up.

>>41133
I will eventually figure out a better schedule and what not, but for today I will be here and ready in roughly an hour, give or take thirty minutes. I must first make breakfast for my SO and I and then allow my computer to update and hopefully fix my tablet so I can have digital chicken scratch doodles. I am pretty new at this, so while I am ready would anyone like to tell me if there is anything I need to provide for the story? Like a character sheet or whatever?

>>41333
Quests are usually pretty free-form. Unless we're going to be doing a lot of rolling for "skill checks" or something of that nature, we probably don't need a character sheet, either. At most, a quick blurb about each major character as we meet them might be nice to have, but it's probably not necessary right now.

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Your dreams are empty, and you awaken a bit later. You keep your face against the cool glass, your eyes half open as you watch the
passing streets and cars. There is so much confusion inside of you, yet not enough energy to process any of it. As you sit there in the seat,
you feel so small, as if everything around you is growing huge just to eat you up. Briefly you wish it would, that the bus would turn into
a beast and swallow you whole. These thoughts are quickly shelved however.
You may be small and there is not much you know about the world, but you refuse to allow this notion to overshadow what hope you still have.
It feels like, if you reach your arms far enough, your fingertips can brush up against happiness. You are determined to grasp it.
The bus comes to your destination all too soon, and with a small struggle you pull yourself and your bag from the tall steps into the
streets. Sounds of the bus slowly drift away as once again, you are alone. A streetlamp illuminates where you stand, and you think about what you should do. Your grandmother is somewhere in this area, but even if you found her now it would be in your best interest to wait till it is day time rather then wake her up.
Slowly, you walk down the lonely streets. Despite your little nap, your eyes flutter with sleepiness. An alley passes by, and you stop to look down it. There is a dumpster and some trash on the ground, but otherwise it seems empty and isolated.
Dear Delilah, do you want to try and sleep in the alley till morning? Continue walking? What do you choose to do?

I will wait about ten minutes for answers, and will either take whatever has the most or whichever I feel like would lead to the most interesting scenario, depending on the split and amount of answers given.

>>42611
Just rest for a while there.

>>42611
Continue to walk, I am not staying in an alley at night.

>>42611
Continue walking. Someone would likely spot us in the morning if we slept there.

>>42611
Sleep in the alley, but hide just in case.

>>42754
I guess we could try and squeeze behind the dumpster for safety. Maybe pull a trash bag closer to obscure us?

>>42611
walk until you find a building, sleep on that doorstep. preferably near a main street.

Since it is exactly split right now, the next answer will be the tie breaker. If there isn't one in three minutes, I will flip a coin.

>>42781
Yeah that might work. I just don't want to get raped.

>>42823
Would be nice if that didn't happen again, yeah.

>>42823
I will accept this as the tie breaker for now. Sorry I don't want to have to wait too long

>>42839
;_;

>>42839
By the way, OP, how old are we? Do we fully understand what just happened to us, aside from the obvious?

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You are hestitant, but ultamitely your feet are guided by your need for rest. Into the alley you go, scoping it out. Little light reaches in, but you can tell for certain that it is empty.
Opening the lid, you remove a black bag of trash from within before settling yourself on the side of the dumpster that hides you from the street. The bag of trash is positioned next to you
to further help hide you away from any one passing by. It stinks, there is a chill that bites you skin, and fear dwells inside you. To comfort yourself, you make a promise.
I will be safe and happy by tomorrow night, and I will sleep in a real bed and have real dinner after taking a long hot bath.
These thoughts warm you up, and you hold your bag on your lap closely. Ms. Buttons is inside still, but you fear taking her out will cause the smell to rub off on her. For now, you can feel
her love through the cloth and that's enough for you. Slowly, your gray eyes close and your head dips down. As soon as you wake up, it's off to find your grandmother.
...
In your dreams, you are a small rabbit running along a concrete ground. The sound of heavy breathing and running follows behind, and your little legs travel as quickly as they can.
You are stopped in your tracks as a trap bites down your back leg, preventing you from moving. The predator approaches, and your young eyes widen at the sight of crooked yellow teeth.
They are ready to bite down on you, and there is only the feeling of fear inside before nothingness.
...
Sunlight beats down on your face, and you squint and try to shield your eyes from it. A headache grows in the back of your head as you try to adjust to the new light. You feel hot,
almost unbearabley so. As you get up though you notice that you can see your breath in the air, and the slight frost on the metal dumpster. The sun may be out, but it is still a
winter day, why are you feeling this intense heat? You remember your goal though and quickly dismiss any other thought. You wait for any people around to pass by before leaving
the alley, trying to look as calm and collected as you can.
While you walk, you begin to recognise the streets and figure that you can find your grandmother's place within half an hour.
Do you decide to go straight to grandmother's or is there anything you feel you should do before then?

>>43065
Delilah is probably just around the age of 13, give or take. As for is she understands her situation (this isn't probably even spoilers but to be safe)
She is ignorant due to her mother simply not caring enough to teach her anything. Delilah had no concept of sex before the assault, and probably does not realize yet that that is what took place. She understands that boys and girls are different physically and that both are needed to make a baby, but otherwise she has/had no idea about sex before hand.

>>43129
Go to grandma.

>>43129
Run away from home

>>43129
Straight to grandma's. Mom might be indignant enough to have called the police and claimed we ran away.

>>43197
;_;

>>43129
If we basically just slept in trash, let's try and get clean before we see our grandma. We don't want to make her mad or be a bother or anything.

>>43197
She didn't learn it from school or anything? Or overhear it from her classmates or something? 13 is a little old to have absolutely no concept of sex, unless she's just super sheltered.

>>43303
You would be surprised. I, myself, never learned about sex completely till I was about that age and that's only because I found some dirty books. But as we continue I will try and clue us in more on both Delilah's life before all this and the kind of world they live in (not vastly different then ours).

>>43129
Let's go to Grandma's, but let's be careful.

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You feel as if you should clean yourself up, but you are just so close to being off the street, you can nearly see it. Quickly, your strides take you down the streets, passing by people as you keep your chin up.
It takes a little bit of navigating and back tracking, but you see her house soon enough. A large place with an iron gate up front, it is something magnificent. It has been a long time since you have been here, back
when your father was alive...nearly four years ago. As you come closer, the pounding in your chest grows and your hands begin to shake. Sweat drips down your face and the headache you have persists through. In front of the
gate you stop, gathering your thoughts and courage. With deliberate movement you swing open the gate and get to the front door. As you raise your hand to knock, you see how badly your hands really are shaken. You knock, flinching
a bit at how loud it sounds. For a few moments you wait, nearly jumping as the door swings open.
There she stands, your grandmother. She is thin and stern looking, dressed in clothes that reflect her wealth. As soon as she looks down at you, her drawn-on eyebrows furrow down in a sign of disgust.
"Oh, it's you. Did your mother send you?" The mention of your mother sounds like the word itself might be poison from the way she forces it out from her mouth. Your hands tighten on the strap as you speak up.
"H-hello...grandmother. I was hoping...I mean wondering...well..." You stammer and your voice barely comes above a whisper. Your grandmother's eyes reflect annoyance and you quickly resolve to get the right words out.
"I mean, I came to ask if I could live here...with you...for a while..." As the last of your sentence tumbles out you feel foolish for it. A shift in your grandmother's hands catches your eyes, but her voice throws you back.
"What? Is this another ploy by that gold digging whore of a mother? Everything about her is always money money money! Even when she was married to my sweet boy, that's all that came out of her mouth! I TOLD him not to marry
her but..." Her eyes narrow in a slit as she directs the anger at you. " Of course she had to be knocked up already. And even after she drove my poor boy into the grave, she still has the GALL to ask ME for money? She moved
to this city just so she could use you to try and wring some more out of me but I know better, oh do I know better. If it wasn't for you, my boy might still be alive, married to a nice wholesome girl!" She sniffs the air
and makes a big motion to cover her nose, sneering down at you.
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>>43949
"Did she roll you in trash? With the way she lives though I bet that's how you always smell. Leave, just leave. After my son died I wanted no part of her, and that includes you. If you don't leave, I will call the police."
And with that, the door is slammed in your face. Without a word you back away, your head bowed low in shame and embarassment. You walk away from the house, your steps slow and dragging. A park is in the distance, children with their
families are playing. You don't enter it, you know you will be given even more dirty looks. You find an area across from it, a line of trees forming a nice shade for the walk way. You go over, sit yourself behind one of the trees and
away from the public eye, and curl your legs up to your chest. Tears are coming, but you aren't sobbing. This is a quiet, frustrated crying. You feel so lost now, your head hurts badly, you're hungry and smell awful, you're hot even though
it is chilly outside, you just want a hug. You take out Ms. Buttons and clutch her tightly, your tears leaving dark spots against her cloth. Everything is wrong, but you aren't completely alone.
You still have most of the money you stole, but otherwise there is no where left for you to go. What do you do?

I unfortunately need to run an errand and will be gone for two hours, but I will come back and return to doing this for anyone around.

>>43979
Go to a pawn shop, sell clothes and everything you have

>>43979
Dang, grandma's a bitch.

Maybe a police officer can help us. They're supposed to be helpful, right?

>>44072
Seconded.

I kinda want to have us head to a thrift store to pick up some clothes and find a public pool so we can get a shower. But it's a little premature to become self-sufficient.

>>43979
go find a soup kitchen

Bump

>>44896
Thank you for that, my errand nap took longer then expected, but I am getting the response ready. Sorry for that it was a bit selfish but I am a student who wakes up early and I was just kinda feeling those late hours catch up to me

>>47297
Nice thread do >>43996 please

>>47314
Slight spoiler
I am combining a few of these answers, since this one was so open ended

A few minutes pass and your tears stop. You kiss Ms Buttons on the head before tucking her away safely in your bag before picking yourself up. It will be okay, you dealt with your grandmother's scorn before. This changes nothing,
you will still be alright soon enough. You begin walking, but this time without a set goal in mind. While you believe that there is a lot of money in your pocket, you are smart enough to know that this won't last you forever. As you
begin to ponder about your financial situation, a police officer is walking the opposite way on the other side of the street. People in uniform are always supposed to help, and this goes double for cops right? You cross the street and
catch up behind him, reaching out and tugging his sleeve to get his attention. You had no fear originally, but as he turns around it fully hits you that this is a man and the pain from your side begins to radiate again.
You are okay though, this man is not going to hurt you. Not every man you come across wants to hurt you, and while you are seized up for a moment you get over your inital shock.
"Ah, hello mister. I was wondering if you could give me a little help?" Your voice is much stronger then when you spoke to your grandmother earlier. It is nice to remember that you aren't always a scardey cat. You may be small and your
voice may be soft, but you are not a crybaby.
"I'm sorry miss, but I can't give you any hand outs while I am in uniform."
What? Hand out? You just want some assistance, isn't that his job?
"Oh, no I don't want that. I just need some help..." As you say this he looks you up and down. His gaze makes you feel uncomfrotable, but at the same time you know he isn't sizing you up like a piece of meat. You slowly realize
why he was making his assumptions however.
"Are you lost then? Do we need to find your parents?"
"My parents? No sir, my father is dead and...so is my mother..." The last part trails out with a bit uncertainty, but you remember. You will never return to that woman's place again, no matter how much she grovels at your feet
and begs you for forgiveness. "I'm just-..." But then you realize, you have no idea how to continue. Your mouth opens as if to continue, but only silence falls out. The officer's face remains stoic, but even you can recognize the
sorrow held it the tilt of his eyebrows.
"Listen, I don't think you have been out here long, so let me give you some advice. If you don't want to end up in the care of the state, and I can understand why you wouldn't, then you are going to have to do some careful
waiting and planning. There's a few shelters here that will take you in and help you out, but they fill up quickly. If you can get in though you will be fine. But from what I know, it will be about a month before any of them start
accepting new people. You're young and a lady though, so they might take priority over you. For now though...well hang on here, let me write it down."
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>>47470
He pulls a small note book out and begins to scribble out on it as you stand and wait. He hands it to you, a few addresses written on it.
"Alright, here is some places to help you out. The first four are ones you can rotate aroumd...you might have to wait a few days between each one before they let you use them again but you won't starve at any rate. One or two of
them may even let you stay the night and clean yourself up if you offer to help out for the day. The last address, and this is very important, it's place you will be able to stay. Not now, but when about a month passes, just come up
to them and show them this note. My name is on the bottom so they'll know I sent you over. They'll let you stay and work there but only when they have more room. If you can last till then you will be fine, but if you need help or are in
a bad position...call us. But do know that we will be forced to take you into custody of the state and not many people like that. And I know I said I couldn't earlier but..."
He takes your hand and slips you two things; a folded $50 and a few hard candies.
"Believe it or not, I have kids of my own, it's not easy seeing all of you on the streets like this. Good luck, and stay safe alright?"
Tears well up in your eyes from his act of kindness and you can't stop yourself. Your arms wrap around the officer and he returns the gesture. Quickly you pull away, apologize and thank him before going your own way.
As you walk, you notice that there is a pawn shop close by along with a few other cheap businesses.You potentially have help, but it's a month away, what do you do now?

I will try to keep making pictures for each one but with finals projects I am almost getting sick of drawing lol

>>47495
Sell clothes and everything

>>47495
Take not of their location but for now go to one of the places the officer noted for food
We don't really need to sell anything at this moment

>>47539
note*

>>47495
Aww, that guy was nice. I'm glad he was nice. Let's head to the first address on the list and see where that gets us.

>>47594
While I enjoy suffering as much as the next person, it's always nice to have those moments of nice and happy bits. Makes the suffering hurt more later.

>>47611
You are my kind of dude, Sue

>>47297
You do you, friend. No sense ruining your future on account of us. I'm sure we're all pretty understanding dudes and won't mind if you need to take a few to bone up or catch some z's.

>>47495
Could we maybe pick up a pocket knife in one of the local stores? Though I'm not sure where we are, so there could be legislation in place that'd keep it out of our hands. Maybe risk police being called.

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You don't really want to, but the weight of your bag is starting to get to you. You enter the pawn shop and manage to sell a few of your clothing, earing about $25. You feel a bit gipped from it though, you know that they were pretty
name brand pieces. Complaining won't get you anywhere though, so you add the cash to your already built stash. So far you have accumilated about $180 all together. The sun is at its highest point in the sky now, gently beating down on
the world.
You can't STAND it. The heat is terrible and your headache only continues to grow, as does the pain at your side.
Standing around crying about it won't fix your problem though, and you take a look at the addresses. You recognize the first one, it's only a few blocks away. The rest you will have to hunt down when the time comes. With your lighter
load and slightly higher spirits, you walk to the place.
It's a small church, the double doors wide open and a small line trailing out. The sign in front says;
Soup Kitchen
Any and Everyone Welcomed
God Bless You
It's mostly men in line, but there are actually a few women and even their children sprinkled here and there. Some are dressed as you expect, down and dumpy. Many of them are wearing what looks like clean clothes though, and this is a
bit surprising to you. Quickly, you take your place in line and it slowly shuffles forward. In about ten minutes you are at the front where some older women are working, a long table in front of them and a few others set up similar to
a cafeteria. When it's your turn, each one smiles at you as they prepare your meal. A girl roughly around your age hands you the tray, your eyes meet for a moment before you thank her and continue on to find your seat. That once again
familiar feel of embarrassment rises up in you. Despite telling yourself they wouldn't hurt do anything, you opt to sit at a table just for women and children. In front of you is a nice meal; potato and ham soup, peas, crackers, a juice
box (water is available for you to grab too), and even a small plate with some cherry cobbler on it. You offer up a quick thanks before digging in. The warmth of the soup spreads pleasantly inside of you, and even though the ham
tastes 'off' in a way you never experienced before, it is delicious. You carefully eat each thing slowly, savoring the taste. The cobbler and juice lay awaiting for you, and soon your fork makes your way into the sweet crust.
As you eat one of the older ladies comes over to you and offers an extra juicebox. You take it and place it in your bag, thanking her intensely. All too soon you are done eating though, and it's back on the streets you go. Your stomach
is full, yet there is a nagging feeling inside of you again. A desire of some sort.
Alright Delilah, your stomach is full. What do you do now?

>>47862
Where I am from, pocket knifes are okay to have but the blade must be smaller then your palm and you have to be sixteen to buy. We can acquire one, but not as easily as walking in and purchasing one.

>>47875
Go to a cheap hotel and sleep

>>47875
We gots to satiate our desire.

>>47901
Is it even close to the end of the day? We've only visited grandma and then talked to a cop and came to the soup kitchen.

>>47875
Find somewhere we can clean ourselves up

>>47936
To help clear up the time, it is roughly between 1:30 and 3:30.

>>47936
Some public pools have showers we could use. And I guess opportunities for OP to hurt us in the emotions.

Though we'd probably want to pick up a towel and some soap.

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You feel sweaty and awful, but maybe cleaning yourself up a bit will help get rid of that. Meandering around, you come across a convenience store about twenty minutes later. You enter, ducking behind the rows of products as the cashier
tries to greet you. You're just a bit worried that they will chase you out, but you come to the bathroom soon enough. Lucky for you, they're singles. You enter the woman's side and lock the door behind. Removing your coat, you can see
just how dirty you became. You run some water, and as it heats up you decide it would probably be for the best if you changed your clothes too. For now you strip down, standing there in nothing you come to the sink and begin to wash
your body the best you can with the paper towels. It doesn't feel anything like a real bath or even a shower, but it does make you feel a bit better seeing all the dirt come off onto the paper. As you grab another to use your eyes drift
down to your stomach. The little puncture marks in your skin are healing, but it looks like they will leave some scarring. As your fingers drift over them, you notice something you hadn't before;
Your entire body is covered in scratches and bruises. Most of these are faded away, but there are a few fresher ones layered on top that you can tell these were not from one incident. You compare them to the newest ones on your
arm, and it feels like a rock has been dropped in your stomach. The older bruises look similar to the new ones, in otherwords; they came from hands much larger then yours. They travel up and down your chest, your back, your legs, up and
in between your thighs...
You look at your face, your dirty fingernails traveling across as you examine your face. Dark bags have formed under your eyes, your lips look dried and chapped, your once bright red cheeks a dull sickly color. As you keep
looking over, that feeling of desire continues to grow. You have an idea how to get rid of it.
And you hate yourself for it. What an awful thing to want to do, how terrible and disgusting. You feel ashamed for your desires.
Realizing how long you have been inside, you hurry up your cleaning and put on a new set of clothes. Thick leggings with a long sweater, and though you just cleaned yourself you put the coat back on anyways. You exit the bathroom and
decide to purchase some aspirin and a water bottle. You take one once you leave, hoping it will help your pain. In a few hours, night will come.
You know that you have enough money for a cheap motel room, but you also know these are on the other side of town, which is not known for being exactly the cleanest place. If you stay where there are many people walking about though your chances of being mugged are much less. What do you do?

Technically, pic could be considered a bit NSFW? I hope its nothing for the mods to get mad at.

>>48159
ask around if anyone knows of a free clinic we can go to.

>>48159
Maybe there's one of those tunnels you can crawl through on a playground at the park?

Also, I'd consider it a non-issue since it's not sexual, but who knows. Maybe I'm just a crazed sexual predator for not thinking about banging children because they're naked.

I am a dummy, I forgot to add that I must go sleep now but this will resume about this same time tomorrow. Feel free to keep leaving your responses and any questions you have!

>>48348
Night OP

I lied, one more update and then bed.
Hopefully this will be a nice cliffhanger for later

You decide that you need a nap, and it would probably be alright do that near one of the parks. But before that, an issue that has been nagging you demands attention.
Not everyone is going to want to hurt you, but what will you do when you come across someone who does? You're young and small, chances are you won't be able to fight back...empty handed that is.
A weapon, you need a weapon. A knife, one that you can keep ready to use at a moment. If anything, it will remind you to put up a fight.
You go into a phone booth near by and flip through the povided book inside, looking at the advertisements. You see that there should be a store that specializes in camping supplies about thirty minutes away. Close enough for you
to walk, though the slightly dulled pounding in your head screams against this, begging for a nap. A knife is more important though, and you trudge on. As you walk you notice there is a slight shaking to your hands, maybe something to
do with that 'need' you have been feeling?...
Fourty-five minutes later you arrive at the store. You can tell that this is at the edge of the seedier part of a neighborhood and tighten your grip on the bag. You go in and make your way to the display case full of various
blades and small weapons. A few swiss army knives stick out to you, but you notice that the blade is rather small. It would be handy to have one, but protection is your top priority here. Next to them rests a couple of pocket knives,
a variety of size and color lay out before you. As you eye them, you decide on one. It's rather plain looking, but the serated edge on half of it looks promising to you. You attempt to buy it, but the cashier informs you that only
people that are sixteen or older can purchase any of the knives. Disheartened, you leave the store...and so does a man that had been shopping around the same time as you.
Sitting on the curb, you begin to rethink your plan when the man approaches you. Middle aged, patchy facial hair, outdated clothes, and a smell of cheap terrible perfume and some unknown smell mix together is presented to you.
"Hello little girl." He has a slight accent, and you are slightly taken aback.
"H-hello..."

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>>48715
"Wouldn't let you buy that pretty knife, would they? Such a shame. After all, I'm sure you needed it for a very good reason."
You feel uneasy. He is talking with a smile and a friendly tone, but it all feels so fake.
"Yeah...I really...really needed that." You answer, emphasizing your words a bit more then you should. You see that mistake as he smiles wider.
"Well little girl, it would be a shame for someone like you to be out here without a way to protect yourself, no? Heeey, wouldn't it be nice if I were to buy that knife in your place? It would be easy easy!"
For a moment, hope begins to surface in you and you open your mouth to speak, but the man cuts you off.
"But I can't be a charity, oh no no no. My time is very valuable, yeah? If I do something for someone, I gotta get something outta it. Normally I might take money, but I actually got more then I need. What I need..."
His eyes feel like they are burning holes in you as he stares you down, trying to imagine what your body looks like underneath that coat.
"Well what I need instead, is a little favor. A quick quick one. Ten-, no...FIVE minutes at the most! What do you say? I'll even BUY the knife for you! It won't cost you anything but a few minutes~..."
You are given a vague offer. Delilah, think this over before choosing, you do believe that if you do as the man says he will buy you the knife. What he wants from you is all unknown, but you have no way of getting a weapon to defend yourself otherwise. What do you do?

Now bedtime, have fun everyone and see you tomorrow.

>>48731
NOPE
Run the fuck away

>>48731
Nooope. Get back inside the store and hide near the cashier. Tell them that guy was being weird.

AAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

>>48731
Our mother was pimping us out for however long before, so what's one more lay. Maybe this guy can be our sugar daddy

>>48775
And should the cashier run after the guy, we might have time to snatch that knife.

And leave the money for it because we're not thieves. Unless someone totally deserves it.

>>48731
We kinda need the knife and if it is just five minutes, it might just be a blowjob or something. Gonna have to hear this guy out.

>>48731
Nope nope nope

>>48775
>>49098
Def this

For just a flicker of a moment, you consider taking him up on his offer. Considered.
"What?...No. No no no nonono." You get up as you say this, looking around. The street is empty at the moment, but you remember there is still the cashier in the store. The man walks closer to you but you shove him off and run
back inside. You run as quick as you can back to the cashier, a man in his early twenties, handsome enough. Well, he doesn't look like a creep at all at least.
"Can I help you, ma'am?" He asks as you stand in front of him, trying to catch your breath.
"A man. Th-th-there's a man outside! He wants to...what me to..." At this point, your words are jumbled not from being winded but from fear. The cashier looks at you with a raised eyebrow and you jump as you hear the front door bells
jingle. The man from outside walks in, and the cashier gestures to him.
"Is this the guy?" You nod long before he finishes asking his question. A warm smile comes over the cashier's face as the man stops a few feet behind you. The cashier then waves you towards the backroom.
"Go on and stay in there for a moment. I'll take care of the situation." Without thinking about it you do as he says, going past the door. As you set down your bag you look around and realize the horrible mistake you have made.
Pictures are tapes all over by a desk, and as you look over you notice many of them are of the cashier and a group of men...including the foreign one outside. Your heart skips a beat as the door behind you opens and closes. You look
back, and see both of them standing there.
"So sorry about the wait, I needed to close up the store." The cashier's smile is now sickening to you. The door is locked behind him as the two come up to you.
"Little giiiiirl. All I wanted was just a few minutes!" As the man says this, the sound of his zipper is loud and ominous, like thunder. "But, I guess now I can have as long as I want, no?"
....
Don't forget that you tried to fight back. Never, ever forget this. You struggled the entire time, but your body...it feels weaker then normal. Not that it would have helped too much. It is so unfair, two men against one young girl.
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>>50442
....
You wipe away your tears, trying to do so as you get dressed. Your coat feels welcoming now as it covers up your body again. You're all alone in the room, the two men up front. It's been around three hours since they brought you back,
you woke up about half an hour ago. Your body is just...so sore. You are in so much pain, and it's all over. You go to the door and it opens easily. The men are by the counter, talking about something like sports. You don't really care.
You go to your bag when the man walks up to you, a small box in his hand.
"Here you go, little girl. I'm many things, but I'm not a liar." You slowly reach out to grab it but the man drops it on the floor and grabs you by the cuff of your collar.
"Now...listen very carefully to what I am going to say. If you go to the police, if you try to tell ANYONE about this, we will tell them you stole the knife and that the story was all a lie. My friend here, he knows a lot of
good people in that job, yeah? Who do you think they will believe more? And if we find out you told anyone..." He pushes you away. "We will not hesitate to find you. It's sad really, you are a smart girl. But you are not a lucky one."
Without a word, you bend down and pick up the box and your bag again before sprinting out of the store. You don't stop either, traveling who knows which way. Your lungs are on fire, your body hurts and aches something terrible.
You only stop when you trip, your body falling hard against the ground. The box in your hand is bent out of shape, and as you sniff you open it. Inside is the knife you had looked at earlier, and the price tag screams at you. For twelve
dollars, those two men hurt you for almost three hours. You open the knife a few times, getting use to it, before slipping it into your boot. You stand up and look around. The sun has just set and you are in an unknown neighborhood.
Delilah, those man's words ring in your ears. You are a smart girl, but you are not a lucky one. You have your knife now, but you are scared to go to the police. What do you do now?
This was a quick update before I go to class! I will be regularly posting in a few hours.

>>50450
Should have just took the consensual rape, well I guess we need to find another place to sleep or go to another location on the list from the officers from earlier.

>>50450
There are shelters for girls like us, right? Maybe we should try to find one. We know enough to know that we were hurt twice in the same way in a very short time frame.

>>50569
It's alright anon, just like her you never know what's going to happen ;_;

>>50450
Go to a playground. Maybe that cheers you up.

>>50450
Remember their faces.

Try finding one of the shelters from the list, or keep an eye out for someone maybe renting out a room.

I am filled with paternal rage and I have nowhere to direct it.

>>50590
Twice in three days. Not to mention an unknown number of times over a period of two months with our mother drugging us.

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Hey guys, gonna busy for a little longer. In class right now, but take a sketch of Delilah I just finished. A nice happy (and canonically) picture of hobo Delilah.

>>50933
I just noticed that we've got some fluffy eyebrows. That's kind of adorable.

Nice picture, by the way. That outfit suits us.

>>50933
Perhaps the dubs are a sign things will get better.

>>50450
Welp
Time to be consumed by our hatred
Go back to the store and wait for the cashier to leave
Follow him and wait for an opportunity to stab him repeatedly

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>>50933
Why can't I give her a hug and tell her everything will be alright?

>>50957
pic related.

>>50980
this
we must feed
track down one of the men to their home, and drain them in their sleep

>>50450
Okay OP I just got here and I have many questions:


Firstly, what sort of education did "Delilah" have.
Secondly, what country is this story taken place in and if so what specific location?
Thirdly, how long has she been 13? (I ask because when I was in school aged 13 nobody I knew slept with a teddy bear and gave it a name)
Forthly, what happened to her father
5th, does she have any friends? (School friends maybe)does she even go to school?
Also what race is she? Is she native?

GOD DAMN IT, OP I NEED INFORMATION!!!!

>>50980
Do you have any idea how much I want this? Follow him to his car and just insert the knife in his spine?

Take his key and spread the pictures and tapes all over the store so it can't be covered up?

Oh man.

>>51092
Many many good and important questions. If you like, when I am home in an hour I will make a post giving a little more information on our girl if you anons like.

>>51128
Yes, please do. I'm invested, but more information would make it easier to stay in character.

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>this thread
>two rapes already within a day
Is this a sadness boner or something? Feels wrong.

Alright, when I return soon I will answer some questions. Till then feel free to post any questions regarding Delilah, her family, the setting, cats, or me/writing process. Not everything may be answered. Some things I may want revealed later and I plan on giving anons a chance to define Delilah's interest and taste today.
>>51187
No judging. but I got my eye on you

>>51256
>I plan on giving anons a chance to define Delilah's interests and tastes today
Yay

>>51256
Here's hoping dadlilah wasn't scum. :<

>>51413
What are you implying?

>>51468
That she had a relatively normal life up until he died, at which point her mom was free to be scum.

>>51484

Scum

noun
1.
a layer of dirt or froth on the surface of a liquid.

I still don't get it

>>51523
"a worthless or contemptible person or group of people."

When you look up definitions, look at all of them.

>>51523
>>51523
It's normal to describe a person as scum or scummy, same as trash/trashy.

>>51523
He means he hopes our dad was a nice, relatively normal guy who didn't abuse us. Although judging by our reacting to being raped, I'm guessing that hasn't happened before. The severe internal pain means our hymen probably broke from the first time, which also means we probably didn't go through any sort of sexual trauma before this.

>>51256
What the hell happened with the vampire that bit us?
Why haven't they taken responsibility for their fledgling?
Also did we end up turning that first guy we fed on?

>>51556
>When you look up definitions, look at all of them.

scum
noun
1.
a layer of dirt or froth on the surface of a liquid.
"green scum found on stagnant pools"
synonyms: film, layer, covering, froth, foam, suds, dross, dirt
"it is important that the scum on the surface is not disturbed"
verb
1.
form a layer of dirt or froth on (a liquid)
"litter scummed the surface of the water"

Yep, Still nothing about worthless or contemptible people

>>51583
Where are you looking up definitions?

>>51583
maybe look at more than just what google says at the top of the page, friend

>>51583
Have you really never heard someone use "scum" to refer to a shitty person? Because that's a pretty common use for it.

>>51641
>>51629
>>51631
Okay let's stop I just posted these definitions as a sort of joke. I know what scum is

Answers, and then it's time!

Delilah is supposed to be in fifth grade, she is usually the oldest of her classes. However when she moved to the new city she NEVER got to attend her new school, as she had quickly fallen 'ill'. Public education, but she does fairly well and enjoys school for the most part.

I am from the US, so technically I am basing the story there. However I have never lived in a place with more than 15000 people, so I took the cheap route of being a generic/made up place. I also decided to base it for around the late 80's/early 90's, but you can consider this an extremely similar universe as ours. Any important differences will be mentioned.

I will allow you anons to choose her birthday, so that is up to you! Also, for the current date, I will allow Delilah to find this out soon so we have a time reference.

Delilah's father died when she was 8/9, and she was told it was from heart attack/aneurysm. For everyone worrying though; he never touched Delilah wrong and she considers the relationship they had to have been happy/normal.

Since she moved, she has not been able to make any friends. In her old school however she had a few that she talked to and hung out with, but never brought home for obvious reasons.

And for her race. She is probably 3/4 white/European, but her father was 1/2 something else. I will probably let anons decide, but this causes her to have olive/lightly tanned skin and her hair to be a dirty blonde/light brunette with her frizz/fluff to it.

Don't be afraid to ask anything else, but I will be writing for now. Heads up, this one might be a bit long and will probably need to be split up. Do anons prefer longer answers, or shorter ones that take less time?

>>51839
If she's in 5th grade that should make her 10 or 11

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>>51839
So she looks like clementine from
The walking dead.

Good to know

Okay, what are suitably ironic dates for her birthday?

>>51941
9/11. Or 2/14.

>>51941
Christmas obviously

>>51885
Well, guess who can't count! Sixth grade then, my bad my bad.

>>51901
Clem is a bit more blasian looking then I was imagining, but pretty close I guess.

>>51839
Will Delilah ever get to stay happy and attend school?

Birthday on January 21st. Feast day of Saint Agnes of Rome. Patron saint of girls and rape victims.

Dad was half... Afro-Caribbean?

Long or short answers, really. Whichever you think gets the job done.

>>52081
No! her birthday is th 4th of may

>>52081
Wait, re-reading you're post and yeah 21st of January is probably a better idea

>>51839
What sorts of kids did she hang out with before her move? What kind of relationship did she and her mother gave before her father died? For that matter, what sort of relationship did her parents have? Has she always acted young for her age, or is this a recent thing?

You know you should find some where that you can sleep for the night, somewhere safe. Pulling out the list, you look over it but, try as you might, you just can't properly focus. Gritting your teeth, you feel anger that you don't know how to let out. Shaky hands and legs aren't helping, and trying to keep them still only make you more angry. A soda can is on the ground near you. You kick it as hard you can, letting out a yell and then a sob. It feels like there is so much you need to let out, someway to let go of all that pain and rage you feel. You have no idea how, and tears of frustration begin to well in your eyes. You all but collapse on the curb, hiding your face in your arms and knees. You look up and around you, and it doubles down on you. You are all alone in this as far as you are concerned. You take out the note and using a colored pencil from your bag, you mark down the address of the store you were just in. What they did was not right, but you doubt your ability to get any revenge now. But that does not mean you can't in the future. You stare at the addresses on there again, already marking down the one you visited as a church. As you try to figure out which one to go to first, you absentmindedly start to scratch the back of your wrist. You are so hungry and tired, but most of all that other feeling you have is just...it's just so intense. Is that why you have been feeling so awful lately? Aside from...well...everything else that has happened, you feel like your body is 'lacking' something. So much has happened in the past few days though...
You look down in shock when a sudden pain rips through. You had been scratching hard enough to tear open the skin, a little bit of blood dripping out.
Blood...
Slowly, you raise your small wound to your mouth and gently suck.
Immediately you spit it out. The taste of it is...it's awful. That first man you drank from was awful but this...your own blood...your blood is pure vile. You notice that you blood also has a strange color to it, a bit darker and murky
looking compared to normal. There's no way you can survive on your own...but as you take a few more licks you decide for now it will push back that awful feeling.
...
You finally decided on an address to go to. It takes nearly two hours of walking and it is much darker now, but you are heading the right way. Using phone books and asking people, you are pointed in the right direction. The last
few people gave you extremely funny looks when you asked, but all you care about it getting there. All you need to do now it turn the corner, and Ms. Patricia's Woman's Shelter will be right the-...

Oh.
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>>52324
You are not quite sure what it is, but you sure as hell can read what the sign says.
"The Queen Bees Gentlemen's Club"
What? This is the right place...what is this? You approach the building, look around a bit. Maybe it's hidden behind whatever this is? You go through the alley to behind the building. It's dark and gloomy, trash littered every
where you can see. More shreds of hope are stripped from you. Where should you go now? You are so so tired, hungry, dirty...
You sit on the back steps of the building, unsure where to go from here.
Suddenly, the door behind you opens and a man carrying a trashcan walks out. He is dressed rather nicely, though a bit odd. He is just as surprised to see you sitting there, and you jump up.
"Ah!..I'm sorry I was looking um...looking for the shelter?..."
"Sorry lady. That place has been closed for, maybe a year now? Cut funding and not enough donations, you know how it goes." He sets down the trash can and lights up a cigarette, looking at you as he does. "Or..do you...how old are you?"
"I just needed some help for the night..." You avoid the question, your eyes focussed on the ground.
"Hate to tell you that, maybe one of the other ones are opened? Bad luck I guess." He goes to dump the can, but as he says the word bad luck you can't help but quietly cry. You use your sleeves to wipe away your tears, but they just
won't stop. You flinch hard as you feel a hand on your shoulder. Looking up, you watch as he finishes the cigarette in his mouth before smothering it underneath his shoe.
"Listen, I had to see ladies cry. Especially cute ones like you. Now, I ain't no charity but...if you like you can stay in the back for tonight. There's some couches back there, I'm sure the girls won't mind."
"Girls...there's women inside? I thought this was a gentlemen's club?..." He smirks a bit as you say that.
"They're just the entertainment. Don't worry though, I'm the only guy allowed in the back. Some of them girls may be a bit rough around the edges, but I'll tell them to play nice with ya."
You start to thank him, but there is hesitation in your voice and actions. You follow him inside though, going down some narrow hall ways. You can hear the talking and laughter of men, but the man leads you to a place that seems far
away from them. He opens the door and you are greeted by the smell of cheap perfume and wine.
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>>52386
A group of about seven or eight women are inside, dressed in different outfits chatting with one another. They look first at the man then at
you, a bit surprised.
"Ay, Mr. Faraway, who ya got there? She ain't your daughter is she?" One lady speaks up right away, at the mention of daughter a few of the other ladies laugh and giggle. He waves them off and pushes you gently in.
"Listen ladies. You got a guest tonight, she staying till closing time alright? You be nice to her or I'll make sure your assigned to those Russian men again, you hear me?"
A chorus of yes and yessir greet you, and the man says his good-bye before closing the door. The girls direct you to a couch, where you try and take up the least amount of room as possible. Of course you are surrounded by the
workers, some working on putting on make up or changing clothes. They all take a moment to introduce themselves and each other..
"Ya hungry? I'm sure we can get ya somethin' from the kitchen." The girl from earlier, Alice, leans in close from her chair.
"Yes! I mean...yes please, but I would really like to clean off first...do you think that would be okay?"
The girls direct you to a washroom, and you take the time to clean up. Avoiding looking down at your body as much as possible, you make sure you clean every part of your body. The shampoo and soap in there smell a little different than
you are used to, but you quickly grow to love it. You dry off, put on the nightgown you brought, and walk back to where the girls are. A plate of meat and potatoes is given to you as soon as you enter. Taking your spot back on the couch
the girls begin to flock you again. One girl. Lisa, asks if she can brush your hair. You give her permission, and she gets to work. It feels so nice, her movements gentle and precise.
"Ain't too often we see girls your age around. I guess you're on your own already huh? Shame, I think I was sixteen when I left home." This was said by a redhead, Sherry. You only nod for your answer and finish eating.
"Why don't ya tell us a bit about yourself? You look like you need someone to talk to."
So Delilah, why don't you tell us a bit about yourself? Maybe some of the things you like?

Anons can give some suggestions for Delilah to talk about and from here you guys can maybe choose what she likes to do and interests and stuff. I will work it into her conversation.

>>52226
To keep it simple, you could probably just describe her and her friends as being like the 'girls next door' kind of thing. Nothing that sticks out too much, just nice and average.
There might have been love in the beginning, but her mother probably became bored/irritated by her father before too long. She was probably a party girl and he was a 'settle down' kinda guy.
When her father was alive, Delilah probably did not interact with her mother very often, but she didn't fear her either. The 'bad habits' came after he died.
I wouldn't say Delilah is immature so much, but she probably has always acted a bit younger then others around her.

>>52401
Books
They were the only form of escapism we had before we ran away and before Dad died he would read to us every night.

>>52401
We used to like playing outside, just climbing and exploring, even if we didn't really have a direction. We've always had a good sense of imagination, and anywhere we walked could feel like our own private adventure. We haven't been able to do that since we came to the city, and we miss it.

Also, these are the first kind, helpful, affectionate women we've met in months. I want to try and tell them about what happened to us these past three days. They'll understand.

I need to clean house a little bit, so since this question can take a lot of answers I will give it a bit of time to accumulate. Not too long though I promise!

>>52401
She needs a really useful skill but a believable one. Sewing.

After daddy died, mother began neglecting her so she had to fix her clothing and Ms. Buttons.

>>52456
nah we should keep our shame a secret for now
and we don't want to burden them with our troubles

>>52482
Hmm, good point. Last time we tries to tell someone what happened, it just made things worse. And that guy did say he would so it again if we told anyone, so maybe we should wait until we're sure we've met someone trustworthy before we tell them about all the embarrassing things that have happened to us.

>>52482
I think we should just go ahead and tell them before we run into some other bad man and think we can trust him enough to tell and he rapes us again.

>>52519
>implying we will ever truly trust anyone again

Also be sure our knife is with-in easy access

>>52433
>>52456
Both of these are good, though I think I'd maybe rather the girls discover the bruises by accident and Delilah freaks out, running off?

>>52480
This is pretty good, too. Like, she's gotten really good at not pricking herself with the needle when Ms. Buttons gets hurt and you have to help her?

>>52519
The problem is that many blame themselves for what happened and it sends them into a spiral of self-defeatism. And we've just been raped after making the mistake of trusting that one stranger would protect us from another.

>>52565
All very good points, yeah. In all likelihood, the ladies will notice our bruises, or accidentally brush against them, ask what happened, then drop it when we say we don't want to talk about it. It's not like they won't be able to figure some of it out on their own, and that way, they might decide to help or let us stay here a while longer without us having to tell them right now.

>>52565
I'm still don't get why we can't just tell them truth, I mean "abuseive upbringing, asulted with a knife" she would definitely gain some spmpathy points from the woman around her. I will decrease the changes of the Russian men thinking she is a vulnerable target when she's got about 8 probably attractive females protecting her.

>>52769
I agree 100%, but Delilah probably isn't thinking about it that logically.

>>52769
>>52818
Plus who knows how they would react
They might think she was just making it up to gain sympathy

>>52769
You're putting too much logic into it. I get what you're saying, and I feel the same way, but Delilah doesn't have any of our experience and as such is fairly limited to the behaviors of a child.

Very simplified, her situation goes something like this; Pain = I did something bad. What did I do bad? Unknown = Frustration, panic, shame.

>>52840
Maybe, but she does have the bruises to prove it, and these girls very likely know what those bruises mean.

"Um well..." You look around at the faces around you. They way they are looking at you is less like an adult would and more...well how your friends would have. A bit of ease washes over you.
"Alright. I just moved her a while ago with my mom. It use to be the three of us, mom, me, and my dad. But he died a while ago...I was eight. He was great, I mean he worked a lot but when I was with him it was pretty good. He would read to me whenever I wanted, even when he was really
tired. I would go to the library every week just to pick out a bunch of different stories for him to read, but there was one I really loved. It was Beauty and the Beast, I would check that one out so many times he finally bought me a copy.
I made him read it so often that the spine began to break a bit. Once a week he would take me out to get ice cream and we would eat them by this park with a huge lake. There were boats all over and a bunch of birds too! It was always so
much fun, but one day he went to work and never came back." You were smiling as you spoke, a giddiness in your voice. As the last of your words trailed out a few tears had managed to drip down your face before you realize it. A few
tissues are handed to you and gladly you accept them. A girl, May, rubs your back a bit as you keep talking.
"I never really spent too much time with my mom. It's not like she worked but she just...wasn't home. And when she was she never really talked to me. After dad died though she started drinking, a lot. It's weird, him dying
did something to her I think but I don't really understand it. I know there were nights where the two of them would just scream at each other. After he was gone though she got, well...mean. Really mean. One day I come home from school,
and everything we own is boxed up and a bunch of guys are walking out with them! She said we needed to move and quickly too. We ended up here but then I ended up really sick. I slept a lot and..." You hesitate to tell them the next
part, your face must have reflected that notion.
"Don't force yourself. You don't gotta tell us anything you don't wanna." You nod as she says this. "Why not tell us about some things you like to do instead?"
"Oh I like sewing. Well I kinda had to learn how to. Before we moved I liked to play outside a lot. There were a lot of places that I liked doing it, I would even bring Ms. Buttons-..."
"Ms Buttons?" You blush a bit as you answer.
"Ah my...well..." You pull her out and show her off, sheepishly and somewhat embarrassed to have her at your age. The bunny is gently slipped from your hands by Alice.
"Well ain't she cute? Shame she ain't married yet, but I guess that goes for all of us." There is some laughter as she hands Ms Buttons back, but you know they aren't mocking you or anything.
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>>53062
"I use to bring her with me on my adventures, but sometimes I got careless and I would go home with a ripped pant leg or sleeve. One time I ripped off one of Ms Buttons's ears! I was so scared, so I decided that I needed to learn how
to fix things up."
"All done!"
The woman who had been working on your hair suddenly speaks up and she turns your body out and your face up to everyone. "I couldn't stop myself at just brushing~"
You are met with the echoes of praises as the ladies comment on your hair, telling you how lovely and nice it looks. Your face flushes red and you look down, away, anywhere that wasn't another face.
"Oh look, you guys went and scared her!" "It ain't my fault, look how cute she looks!" "Her hair is so different...it's so light but so wavy and thick."
Despite all eyes on you, you don't really feel scared like when the men looked at your. Just flustered...until May picks up your hand and brushes her fingers over your arm.
"If you don't mind me being so rude...how did you get these?" There is a silence that falls in the room for the first time, and your heart skips a beat. "Was it your mother?" You shake your head slowly.
"A man?" Your body goes rigid and it feels like all the air in your lungs have been pushed out. "Ah, I see..."
"Like I said, you don't gotta tell us, we understand." Alice sighs and looks away. "Men are just the worst, aren't they? Always takin' what they want, doin' as they please. I don't know for sure what happened to ya, but can I at least
give you some advice to keep?" You look up at her and nod.
"It's shitty, the fact that some guy out there hurt ya. Most of us know what that's like. Sometimes you're too trustin' or sometimes you do somethin' stupid, and you're left on the side of the road, heels in your hand and
mascara runnin' down your face...well, you know what I mean. They hurt ya or take advantage of ya then they leave you to lick your own wounds. My dad and way too many boyfriends were like that. But let me tell you somethin', no matter
how awful you feel, don't let it get ya. I mean, learn from it, but don't let it be EVERYTHING in your life. You're still young, luckily you can bounce back from everythin' life throws at ya, and hopefully..."
She offers you a sad smile at this last bit.
"This is the only time you end up in a place like this. You may never be okay after what happened to you, the sun may never shine as bright as it did before, there may always be those memories burn into your head. But just remember,
that ain't what makes you into a person. How you live your life afterwards does. Cry about it now, then pick yourself up."
You nod, even if you only understand some of what she said. A loud yawn escapes your mouth.
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Accept this very rough color sketch

>>53258
"Oh, duh. We've been keeping her up. Someone get her a blanket, let her get some sleep." The girls move off the couch and a throw blanket is brought to you.
"We still have to work for a while, but we'll try to keep it down. You just rest." You get in position, the couch isn't as good as a bed but its much better then the street. You are laying down, your eyes and heart heavy.
"Um...girls?" You speak up, and though your voice is soft you get the attention. "Thank you...so much."
A parade of goodnights greet you as you begin to fall asleep. You are clean, full, warm, and safe for the moment. That desire is in the back of your mind, but for now you can ignore it.
When you wake up, a plate of food, a note, and silence greets you. You begin to eat the pancakes left behind, drinking from the glass of juice left for you too. The note reads;
The ladies told me of your situation. While it isn't wise to have a young girl like you hanging around our 'fine' establishment, if you ever feel in need of help,
do not be afraid to come by. We are only available on Friday and Saturday nights, unfortunately. Leave through the back and the door will lock on its own. If you need
to come by, remember to use the alley!
~Albert Faraway~
On the bottom of the note is a group of signatures, all from the girls. You decide to keep the note, putting it next to the other one. You get dressed and walk out through the back and go to the street. It is late morning, but it is a
rainy overcast. A newspaper thrown in the trash gives you the date; Sunday, December 4th.
You know for sure that you can return here if you need to, but only during two days of the week. What is your plan now?

Go and buy more candy, we like soccer btw

>>53336
Try to see if church is a nice idea.

They only fuck little boys right?

>>53336
We will need to find away to make some money
Also we should probably take care of our thirst for blood someway

>>53382
I promise we will get to that, not trying to ignore it

Those ladies were really nice; bitter and jaded, but really nice. We should try and visit them at least once a week, if we can, even if it's just to chat.

As for our next move, church seems like a good idea. Those places are practically made for shelter, right?

Church we go then!

>>53382
We could try collecting cans, assuming that's a thing in the US. Where I live you get about 15 cent per can, but that's as part of an active recycling program.

As for spending some of the day, we could see if there's a library nearby. Get some book learning and good memories.

You walk down the way, thankful that the sun isn't out to make your time more miserable. As you ponder your next choice, the sound of bells ring off in the distance. You easily recognize these as church bells and decide to walk to them.
In about fifteen minutes you come across a big church. Waves of people are coming out, service must be over. You notice how nice they are dressed and decide to wait till most of them have cleared out so you don't stick out as much. Your
coat is nice but it is filthy at this point. Once enough people have left you approach the big and old building. You notice a woman around your mom's age talking to a bunch of people, and from what you can tell she seems to be in some
sort of position of power there. You stand behind her, waiting for her conversation with the family in front of her to come to a close. They point you out to her though, and say their goodbye early, leaving the two of you alone.
"And how may I help you dear?" Her voice is...sweet. But in that, so sweet it's sick kind of way. You are in no position to judge though.
"Hello ma'am. I came here hoping that the church could offer me some assistance." You speak confidently, the last church you went to was so nice.
"Is your family part of our congergation?"
"Um, n-no..."
"Do you attend church regularly? Do you give your tithe?"
"No ma'am..."
"Then I see no reason for the church to help you. We can't just offer handouts to every bum-...homelessness that walks in. You must learn to help yourself before you can accept help from others. Start attending for a few weeks,
and then we'll see about letting you stay." Her curt answer cut you deep, you were not ready for it. You stand there, mouth agape.
"Now, if that's all..." Her disgusting smile appears again and her tone is that dripping sweetness. "I must go prepare for our night service!" She walks off and away, leaving you standing there confused. You back away before
turning towards the front doors. As you open them, a gentle voice calls out to you from a side room.
"Don't mind her too much, she's cranky" You look and see it coming from a frail old man, dressed in a simple button up shirt and formal pants. He shakes a bit as he walks up to you, reaching out a wrinkled and thinning hand.
"Mr. Chalker, though you can call me whatever you like." Your hand reaches out and stops for a moment, but you take his in a handshake.
"I'm Delilah."
"What a sweet name, for a sweet girl I'm sure." He smiles, missing teeth greeting you. You don't feel any fear in this moment though, and you return it back with your own grin.
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>>53666
"You look like you need some time away from outside, and certainly away from any crab apples. Us staff members are going to have a nice lunch, but it won't be ready for about...oh maybe an hour. We're having roast beef though.
Why not stay and enjoy some"
"What about that lady?..."
"Oh, Mrs. Sanchez? Don't you worry about her. She gave you an earful just now, but she doesn't really mean it. She got in trouble from some higher ups in the church for allowing people to stay here and they threatened to cut some of the
charity we do. A shame really, they preach and preach but when it comes to living up to what they teach? Bah."
"Does that mean I can stay here?" As you ask this, his wispy eyebrows furrow down in sorrow.
"I'm afraid not. We can't break the rules again without risking someone getting fired."
You face melts a bit at this, "oh.."
"Now, don't you feel too bad about it. Listen, why don't you help me in the library for now? We got some lil' ones in there and someone needs to help put them books back in place. If you help me, I'll make sure you get a hot meal from
it." You nod egarly at this. A good meal sounds amazing of course, but you miss your books. You follow Mr. Chalker to a room and enter it. As he said there is a young lady in there with a group of four children in front of her as she
reads. The room isn't too big but there is a good amount of books stacked on the shelves. Most of them are church related, as expected. A pile of them rests on a table, and Mr. Chalker sits down. At this time you notice he has been
using a cane the entire time.
"Alright, now I know it may not look it but this old man doesn't have the back like he use to. I just can't reach the higher shelves without running out of breath. I'll sort these and tell you where they go, and you place them
on the shelf for me. How does that sound?" You nod in agreement, and as he goes through the pile you remove your coat and set it down with the bag. He hands you various books and you begin to place them back in their appropriate spot.
It only takes you fifteen minutes, but the books are all put in their place.
"Wowie, that's the quickest I've ever done it. Now don't you go telling no one you did the hard work, I got to keep a good reputation here ya know?" He winks as he says this, and you can't help but smile as you take a spot in
front of him at the table. "Now, if you don't mind me asking, why is a lady as young as yourself out alone?"
Your smile remains but it falters at the corners. The children are now working on coloring pages and the lady brings you two over cups.
"Here's your coffee, you slave driver. Making a sweet girl do your work for you like that." She teases him as she hands him the cup, and then hands the other to you. "I didn't know what you would like. We didn't have any hot chocolate
left, but I tried to make this sweet enough for you with milk and sugar." The liquid in the cup is a pale tan, and you thank her for it.
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>>53745
You take a sip, and shiver a bit. It's still bitter, but you decide to grin and bear it. You are living like an adult, it would be best to act like it. You take another drink and give the old man an answer.
"I just...couldn't stay at home any longer. If I did..." Your words fall short as you stare at your reflection in the cup.
"Do you mind if I...well make a confession?"
"This isn't a Catholic church silly. We're Lutheran." He sees the expression on your face and gives your hand a squeeze. "Well, it's alright. I'm all ears."
You have some guilty feelings inside of you that you wish to let out. The fact if it is actually your fault or not does not matter. What would you like to tell this man, even if it's not the entire truth?

>>53788
"I want to get justice from someone that hurt me (cashier) but I'm afraid of what I might do (blood drinking)"

>>53835
This one is pretty good anon, proud of ya

>>53788
Don't tell

>>53854
Thanks, I had to reword it a couple times to get it right

>>53835
We also did beat that man over the head with a vase.

But he did hurt us. Inside and out. He deserved it. Everything he got.

We didn't even do anything wrong? We were just really sick and then mom has this man...

>>53900
Yeah that's why I didn't mention that one
Don't want to admit to any actual guilt right now, who knows how he will react

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>>53788
We are not a lucky person, and men in churchs are suspect above all.

Stay guarded, speak in vague statements, don't let on until his intent is gauged. Keep a hand on your knife, and the Devil in your soul.

>>53949
Delilah has never been on 4chan, though. Or Reddit.

>>53949
wew lad But don't worry I get what you are saying

>>53981
The image isn't related and the message is general enough to be noted. Nice doesn't mean "good", and even at her age Delilah has probably caught discussion of the kind of things priests do when tempted.

>>53989
Hope she's at least watched some spaghetti western. Hopefully kids still do that in this universe.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8rcfOuaEmOE

>>54011
Oh I got it. Just a somewhat jaded and clunky way or putting it.

And she might have caught that those were Catholic priests, so yeah.

You wrestle with the swarm of thoughts in your head and take the time to carefully choose your words.
"I've had a lot of pain in the last few days. I don't really understand a lot of it but I do know that there's this...this hate inside of me. It's deep down, wriggling and trying to tear me apart. It says, 'go and hurt those
people who hurt you...get revenge'. And there's a big part of me that wants to listen, that wants to go and hurt everyone that has hurt me. I..I already did hurt one. I hurt him badly...and on top of that I stole from him too. And then
I ran away from my mom without telling her anything. But those feelings...they scare me. I'm scared to become a person who hurts everyone, I don't want to do that. I want to be a good person but at the same time, I feel like if I don't
get back and show them the same hurt they did to me I won't be able to sleep again. And then...there's something else down there with the hate. There's this feeling...this desire for something...and I just don't know what to do about it.
That scares me just as much, but if I am worried if I don't give in to it then I will tear myself apart further...and then what will I be?" You didn't notice, but your voice hushes down to a whisper, and it is as if you are just talking
to yourself rather then the old man in front of you. You're so focussed on your words that you almost forget he is there till he speaks up again.
"Well...I would say that what you feel is just human nature. We're not perfect by nature, and that means hurting others and of course being hurt. Hmm..." He leans on his hand and thinks about his words for a moment.
"As a man of the church, the best advice I can give you is to try and not give in to your hateful actions, and if you do then ask for forgiveness. But would you like to hear my advice as man who has been here for seventy years?"
You nod and he continues. "People are going to hurt you. Sometimes by accident, but there are those that will hurt you on purpose. Try and realize which is which. If they hurt you on accident, consider forgiving them. But if
they purposely hurt you, over and over again, then you do what it takes to make sure they won't do it anymore. As for your..well 'desire'...I don't know what it is. I can't offer you help on that too much as an old man, but as a
church man I will say, 'hate the sin, love the sinner'. If you give in, it probably won't be the end of the world. You are a child of God, and God is forgiving."
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>>54180
Just as he finishes, a call from outside announces lunch is ready. He guides you to the kitchen and eating area and you help him carry his plate with your own. You don't speak about what he told you, but you enjoy a nice
conversation with him anyways. As you get ready to go, he approaches you with a folded blanket in his hands.
"Here, take this. There's also some toiletries wrapped up in the middle. Come by again next Sunday. An extra hand for chores is always nice, and I'm sure a homemade meal is always appreciated. You take care now."
You thank him for the new supplies and pack them away, walking back out. You notice that 'the feeling' in creeping in, and you start to scratch at your neck. Maybe you will try giving in to it once more, and then try and stave it off
for as long as you can.
Do you try and find someone to feed off of? What is your actions now? It is now 2:30 in the afternoon on a Sunday. Many shops may be closed.

>>54011
While I wait for answers, I think I am going to do a sketch of Delilah in Clint's outfit.

>>54192
Maybe try to find a blood bank or a hospital we can sneak some blood out of

>>54192
Wait, hold one, we're not *really* a vampire, are we? We could see ourselves in a mirror, and we don't have fangs, so we're certainly not one of those.

Maybe we have a disease or something, and the scab has something to do wih it? We should check our pulse, make sure we're still "alive" in a traditional sense.

Then we can rule out the supernatural and chalk up the bloodthirsty nature as a desire for revenge.

Anyways, as for where to head, if there's a university area in town we should head towards it. Stuff might be open later around there.

>>54192
Maybe it's time we took care of the cashier. We're not the only girl he's hurt, and we'd likely not be the last.

>>54399
We could be something that's not a Stokerpire.

>>54445
Where would we get these from, and how?
How'd we get that lesion anyhow?

If we go to a hospital, we should seek medical treatment. We may be Patient Zero of something.

But then again, going to a hospital will make us completely at the mercy of the medical staff. And I don't think we may be able to afford that.

Sorry for the wait, surrogate cat mama at the moment. Will update soon.

>>54493
I don't know, I'm just saying. Fangs and reflections are things popularized by Hollywood. The Greek vrykolakas only have fangs if it was a werewolf before, for example.

And yeah, going to a hospital or clinic would cause problems, as almost everyone there are required by law to report to the authorities if given reason to suspect child abuse. Then we'll just end up in custody of the state and either go back to our mom or forgotten in the system.

It's something we might have to do if we keep having headaches and that.

>>54620
Here OP, have some thematic music while you take care of things.

https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/d/d6/Maurice_Ravel_-_Thérèse_Dussaut_-_Pavane_pour_une_infante_défunte.ogg

It's an interesting piece really, it represented among other things a lamentation of the fading of European noble culture and of Spanish tradition and custom. It was "an evocation of a pavane that a little princess [infanta] might, in former times, have danced at the Spanish court", in Ravel's own words.

https://wikipedia.org/wiki/Pavane_pour_une_infante_défunte

Please no bully Ravel is my favorite composer.

Blood...where could you get blood? You think about a hospital for a moment but...that seems risky. What if you get caught? Plus, doesn't that blood help save lives? You feel awful, but not like you are going to die anytime soon. You would rather get your 'supply' from somewhere that wouldn't hurt someone you didn't want hurt. Maybe...maybe you could go back to the store? You don't enjoy the idea of using those...monster's...blood, but at least you won't feel so
bad about hurting them. Figuring out your direction, you set out on the hunt. You have no idea what happens if you feed from someone or if this is even the correct set of actions you should be taking. You remember what you called them,
monsters, and reach up to feel your teeth. What you're about to go do...that makes you a monster too, doesn't it? Your finger glides under your front teeth, feeling their slight gap before going towards your eye-teeth. Your heart beats
a little faster as you feel the point on them...are they any different before? A monster usually has big ugly fangs but your mouth doesn't feel any different...not that you can tell anyways. But you will soon find out if it's actually something like blood that will satisfy you. The knife in your pocket, you keep your hand inside...fingering and moving it about. You try not to think about what you might have to do. Despite what he did to you, the thought of becoming
a murderer doesn't settle well with you. Maybe you can knock him out, cut his arm or something, then lick up whateve-
The sound of a child crying breaks your thoughts, and you look at where it is coming from. A hedge lines the edge of the sidewalk, and it seems the child is inside. You poke your head through and see a small boy, about five years old,
on the ground. He is covering his eyes, and you can see that he tore up his pants by the knee, a bright red peering out...
He looks nicely dressed and is probably just lost. What do you decide to do?

>>54751
Music suggestions are always fine! Stuff like this is nice, as stuff with lyrics makes it difficult for me to write and focus! Listening to it right now. Something nice like this is good, so far I have been listening to the music from Silent Hill while I write.

>>54767
Go talk to him.

>>54775
I'd definitely look into Symbolist and Impressionist compositions then. Maurice Ravel and Debussy are a good place to start.

Another good piece is Gaspard de la nuit, based on three poems by Aloysius Bertrand.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jJRnNm_jhEs

https://wikipedia.org/wiki/Gaspard_de_la_nuit

Le Gibet may be good to listen to when trying to evoke loneliness or melancholy, and Scarbo is really good for horror and feelings of flight.

>>54767
Go talk to him, considering he's bleeding we might as well discretely figure out whether it's the blood of humans or merely monsters in their form we crave.

Unhygienic and a little creepy? Yes. Will it spare us some psychological torment in the long run? Probably.

Gotta run out and get dinner, will return after and have consistent updates again.

>>54767
tell him we're gonna kiss it better.

>>54767
Look around to make sure it's actually safe. You can't be far from the store and those men were cruel and twisted. Maybe even twisted enough to use a small boy.

Gonna have to call it a night here. Can finally catch some shuteye.
Don't let us get hurt in the meantime. :<

>>54866
hey kid wanna /ss/?

>>55018
Op, no. We're not a monster like the men who did that us.
At least give us a boy that's about our age or like 12.

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>>55038
I don't like where this ride is going.

>>55018
nigga I meant kiss the ouchie boo boo on his knee to suck the blood all surreptitious like

>>55018
do some exhibitionist shit better

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Looking around, you make sure you're alone before approaching the boy.
"Are you alright?" You speak softly, as to not spook him. He looks up at you, his big round eyes full of tears.
"I'm lost...and my knee hurts...I wanna go hoooome..." His lip quivers as he whines, you kneel down in front of him carefully. His knee
isn't really scraped all that bad, he probably just fell or got it caught on something.
"How did you end up out here? Where's your parents?" You look at his knee, your eyes staring intensely at this wound. Your heart
begins to beat faster, like its going to burst out at any moment.
The boy sniffs and wipes away some tears as he answers.
"Me and mommy were standing and waiting for the bus. A car crashed though and it was really scary and I ran. I tried to find my way back but
I don't know where I am...then I fell and hurt my knee. It's all bloody and gross..." He laments his situation, holding his leg. It's nothing
terrible, even you can tell that. The boy is probably more frightened then anything else.
"Don't worry, I'll help you. Lets take care of your knee first..." You already know what you want to do, and as much as you hate to...
"But first, close your eyes okay? Gotta keep them covered. I'm going to use my magic powers to make the pain go away, but you MUST keep your eyes shut the whole time, or it won't work alright?" The boy nods and closes his eyes tight, covering them with his hands. You lean down, wiping
away any dirt still stuck to him. Taking a few breaths to steady yourself, you lightly give the wound a lick.
It's sweet.
Your head is whirring and you stop yourself from jumping on it. You don't want to hurt him, making sure his eyes are still covered, you press your lips against the wound gently instead, as if kissing it. You let his blood flow past your lips and into your mouth. It isn't much but...
God, is it exhalterating. Your head feels light and fuzzy as you pull away. Only a small taste, but that's all you need for now. The
bleeding has stopped, and to help add to the allusion you make some grand gestures and say some funny words before giving his knee a light tap.
"There! Now you will heal up and be all better soon!" The boy opens his eyes and glances at his knee. Before he can ask any questions
you help him to his feet and walk him to the side walk.
"Now...do you know where home is, or do you know your mommy's number?
"Yeah...I think I know both."
What is the best way to get him home? You don't have a phone, but it's getting dark. A bus station is a bit away but you would need to search for a pay phone.

And for a bonus, here's Delilah Eastwood.

>>55843
Give him money for a public phone

>>55843
See if there is a shop open and ask to use their phone

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>>55843
Oh jesus fuck we are something terrible, aren't we?

We should ask the boy to lead us to the site of the crash, maybe Emergency Services is already responding and they can put him in touch with his next-of-kin, or mother if she lived.

As for our bloodlust, there's probably questions we should be asking ourselves right about now. Were you always like this? Or was this something you "caught"?

We need to start looking for answers. Also, figuring out whether we want blood or need it is probably something we should consider.

"Alright, well let's try calling her." You look around. "But first...where to find a phone..."
Taking his hand in yours, you lead him down the street. Many shops you pass have long since closed for the day, and as the light
further disapears you begin to worry. Tightening your grip on his, you keep looking.
"I'm hungry..." He speaks up, his voice showing how tired he really is.
"Oh! Um here...take one of these..." You fumble in your pocket and pull out one of the hard candies from earlier. He eagarly takes it in his
mouth, you are relieved to have silenced him.
"Phone phone phone...where are we going to find a phone to call your mother...who isn't going to be home...because she is out looking for you..."
You stop in your steps as you say this, defeat hitting you in the face. He may know the number, but so what? She won't be home to answer.
"Alright change of plans...we um..."
You look around and see a police car strolling by a little ways up. You don't want to go to the police...but it should be no issue for them
to help get a little boy home, right?
"Listen, we need to hurry. See that car? If you wanna get home, we gotta catch up to it. Careful though, alright?"
He nods and you decide to hide your bag behind a bush before taking his hand tightly. You count down from three, and you both start to run.
Lucky for you, the car is going residential speeds, so you are soon behind it by a street or so. Without really realizing it you let go of
his hand and rush as quickly as you can to the car, waving your arms and shouting. You nearly run past it as it screeches to a halt, and the
boy slowly catches up, panting as his little lungs try to breath. A female officer steps out from the front, looking at you with a puzzled
look before her eyes drift down to the boy and her entire face changes.
"Oh my g-...are you Timothy Matthews?" He nods at her question, and she talks to someone on her radio before walking around.
"We have been looking all over for you little boy...who are you?" She adresses the last part to you as she picks up the boy in her arms.
"Oh, I found him...he was crying and scared...I didn't really know what to do I'm sorry..."
"You shouldn't be past cerfew. Where's your parents? If they aren't with you, I'm going to have t-..."
Her radio cuts her off and she sighs.
"Hold on, let me deal with this. Don't you move, understand?" The officer goes and places the boy in the back seat, talking to him and
strapping him in as she sits in the front to talk to whoever. You slowly step back before running as quickly as you can the way you came.
You hear the lady shouting at you, but you don't stop. When you come back to where your bag is you jump behind some plants and listen, waiting
to hear the sound of sirens or a car...but its silence. Once again you are alone.
It is now night time, but your head is still rushing...it feels...wonderful? You don't think you can sleep. What do you do?

>>56278
Clean ourselves?

>>56278
It'd probably be a good time to practice a time honored tradition of freeganism: dumpster diving.

You'll want to procure some gloves for this eventually but as long as you're careful and wash yourself afterwards you should be fine.

The question is where you want to dive and what for I guess. Supermarkets dump expired foods, and if we want some entertainment we can probably find some handheld consoles or dumped electronics behind a gaming/electronics store.

Generally speaking, we should get used to only using money when absolutely necessary.

>>56278
If we can't sleep we at least need to find a place to lay low for the night
Can't risk another run-in with the cops or some unsavory type
Look for an abandoned building or a public bathroom we can hangout in

I am back for the show and we only managed to be slightly creepy and not get raped today!

>>56278
Make our way back to the park, I don't trust the alley a second night.

You're not sure how to explain it, but for the first time in a long time you feel as if there is energy in your body, something different then usual. You pick up your bag and begin walking down the street. It is a lonely winter night, few people or cars pass by. You come across a small plaza, a few stores making up a shopping center. Most of them are useless to you, clothes and what not, but one catches your eyes.

Family Market

Food. Making sure no one is patrolling around, you make your way to the back. Sure enough, a row of dumpsters greet you. You're not sure if you will be able to find anything fresh, but maybe some canned food got thrown out by accident? You approach one and struggle to life the lid. It's taller then you are, but you manage to give enough of a push for the lid to swing back. Struggling to get a good foot hold, you straddle the edge and look in. It's dark but you can tell there is plenty of stuff inside. Now the question is...is it stuff that you can salvage? With speed you were unaware you had, you been sifting through the bags. You quickly tell what is actual trash from places like the bathrooms and what is stuff from the backroom. Most of it seems to be packaging and half open boxes of things you don't need. You continue your searching with earnest though.

....

By the time you exit, three dented cans are in your possession. You can't quite read what they say, but any food is better then none. You zip them away in your pack, and decide it isn't too safe to stick around now. A flashlight would be handy...

You walk only a little bit before coming across a convenience store. Entering, you go straight to the bathroom. You freshen up, washing your face and hands. As you lick your lips, you can still taste...that.

Are you really a....?

Suddenly, your head feels light. There's a wooziness creeping up on you, your body starting to sway. You take your bag and leave the store. You exit and try to walk but you end up not getting too far. A bench near by offers you seating as you sit down and try to figure out what is wrong.

Maybe...maybe you didn't drink enough?...maybe you need more then a lick?

As you think about this, you see that a bus is coming up to your spot.
Do you board this bus?

>>56562
Ratchet shit happens on buses and we can't afford to waste money.

We should try and steal a bike, it'll help us get around easier.

>>56562
probably a rape bus
when do we get to morph into a bat?

>>56562
Nah. Bolt outta there.

>>56562
No
we've got some contacts in this area, no point in leaving them all behind

To be fair I have led you all to believe this but not every thing is out to rape you I mean a bus doesn't even have a dick ;_; also it is a city bus if that makes a difference but I will probably go ahead and write an answer.

>>56623
You've never been on an urban Metro bus, have you? Allow me to educate you on what kinda shit goes down on those things:

https://youtu.be/NLhXbQl1kvk

Public transit in the inner city is unpredictable and dangerous.

>>56623
You've instilled in us a fraction of the fear rape victims feel. You should be proud.

>>56562
Okay OP, vampires; I have a few questions:

Firstly is the tansfomation into a vampire gradual? If so >>56605 asks when do we get to turn into a bat,
And what are the capabilitys and characteristics of vampires in this universe?
Is she becoming paler?
Is she growing fangs? She just walked into a church why isn't she a pile of dust? Doesn't she burn in the sunlight? Can she eat garlic?

GOD DANM IT, OP TELL ME!!!

>>55843
also why is is she wearing a fadora?

>>56771
Read the spoiler, silly. It's an extra sketch because I brought up spaghetti westerns.

Which reminds me, theaters are expensive but we could probably see a movie or something. Normally I'm against extra expenses, but we gotta come up with something to calm our nerves.

Ideally, we should just sneak in instead. Hope you can handle one more stealth mission.

>>56757
Dismiss your Hollywood notions of vampires.

>>56771
No bully Sue's cowboy hat.

>>56827
Now you blew it.

>>56827
I did say spoiler, and they were spoilered.
I can delete ;_; but it is just one part of the story

>>56841
You're really bad at this "act coy and don't let on how fucked things are about to get" thing, aren't you?

>>56852
my first quest ever no bully am precious ;_;

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>>56858
Will bully.

>>56757
As >>56816 says, don't assume anything scary of sexy.

No...no going on that bus might be a mistake. If you get hurt again...if you walk into something so dangerous...then it's just your fault. You pick up your bag and walk off. A light and airy feeling fills your head ...you feel dizzy. Your steps stumble a bit, but you continue to walk forward. After a bit you are able to walk straight again, your hand reaching up and scratching at the side of your neck as you meander through. The bus passes by you, but you soon forget about it. All you focus on is walking forward. One foot in front of the other, always moving go go go go go go go gogogogogogogogogo

You stop when you finally reach a walkway, the lit up red man flashing at you from across the street. Cars are starting to regularly pass you but...you can tell its late in the night. A glance around is telling enough. You are just on the edge of the namesake of the city, the reason why it 'never sleeps'. People push past you and you see that the man on the sign is now green. You allow yourself to follow the flow of the crowd. Soon they leave you off on the other side, and you continue your walking. You take in all the lights and signs...everything around you is just a barrage of information. None of it means anything to you. There is a small park across the way, and you take your spot on a bench. You notice that you never stopped scratching and yank your hand away. Its starting to get colder outside, and your hands are shaking. You tuck them underneath your coat to try and warm them up, your breath once again showing up in the air as you exhale. What will you do if it snows? Are you still going to be on the streets when Christmas comes? What about your birthday? You chew on your lip, nearly drawing blood. You feel so alone surrounded by so many people.
It's getting colder out, the chances of snow happening are getting closer, but you will probably be fine for tonight. What do you do in the middle of the night?

Depending how long it is, I will do either one or two more updates and then bedy bye time for me.

>>56877
>>56870
I give up my regularly scheduled naps for youuuuuu ;_; Also, would you guys like me to set up a twitter?

>>56858
>>56930
Okay, sorry about bullying your fadora.

>>56816
Also, where else am I supposed to draw asumptions about vampires?

The post I wrote>>56757 basicly can be simplefyed into one question:

What do vampires do in this fictional universe?

You don't have to answer if it would be spoiling the story if you did.

>>56984
>twitter
No, please use GNU/Social. Twitter is a crappy platform for a lot of political and technical reasons.

https://gnu.io/social/try/servers.html

Install Gentoo also has free blogging.

http://blogs.installgentoo.com/

And lastly there's Shut-In Network.

http://www.shutinnetwork.com/

Literally anything but Twatter pl0x.

>>57000
Don't worry anon, the answers will come soon. In fact, I'm about to allow the players to make an important choice about one of their rules soon. Hopefully it will clear up stuff for you.

>>57003
Anon wtf is this get this outta here I'm checking them out

>>56978
Find some place to bed down for the night

>>57000
>>57009
What I really want to know is how did we get vampire'd in the first place

>>57009
Take your pick, these are the channer-approved ones:

https://freezepeach.xyz/
https://gnutan.xyz/
https://shitposter.club/

Look for others with condition like yours.

>>57015
And to explain, it's like a Twitter instance anyone can run from their own box. People can follow each other's posts across servers through fancy federated functionality. So if I'm on freezepeach and you're on shitposter.club, I can follow you and vice versa just fine.