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>>580143
>What is this?
>Who is this broad?
"No? Look, I appreciate you trying to be a good Samaritan and all, but I'm not some charity case you can write about for your college paper, or film for some kind of social experiment. Hell, I'm not even that attractive."
>"Well, I think you're attractive, and honest too it seems like."
>You're stunned.
"H-heh.. What? You think I'm attractive?"
>She puts her hand to your heart.
>"I suppose there isn't an easy way to say this."
"H-hey, what are you-"
>"I just get the feeling, that someone who's going through what you are, must be a very sad person. Someone who's had a lot of hurt in their life.."
"Where do you get off-"
>"I saw you, looking at the cars, like you were about to jump in front of one, you were going to do it for a moment, weren't you?"
"I-i.."
>She smiles at you offering her hand.
>"Come on, lets get you out of this rain. I'm Lailah."
>You take her hand.
"I'm Travis."
>She pulls you up with both of hers.
>She leads you out over to her car.
>Its a nice looking Cadillac.
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>>580151
>You get inside, it's warm here.
>The leather seats feel nice, and it smells like sweet strawberries.
>"I'm sorry if the smell is too strong, I love strawberries."
>She clicks on the heat in the car.
>"Does that feel good, tell me if it's too hot ok?"
"Why are you being so nice to me? I don't have any money, no job, no current references to even get a job, and no hope for college because I'm buried in 10,000 dollars of debt. You literally have nothing to gain from this."
>"You looked sad, I just wanted to help you is all."
>You look at her incredulously, but she just smiles.
"This can't be real.."
>"It is. Now, what's your favorite kind of food?"
"What?"
>"I want to take you out to eat, now what do you like?"
"Lady, just drop me off, I.. I don't think I want to be apart of this."
>"Don't be stubborn, I'm trying to help you. She puts her hand gently on yours."
"I.."
>"Will you let me help you? I promise I'm not out for my own gain."
"Fine. You know what, I'll bite. Let's see you put your money where your mouth is."
----

>Holy shit.
>This bitch just dropped 40 dollars on you at a restaurant.
>What the hell does she get out of this?
>Are you going to wake up in a fucking ice bath with your organs missing or some shit?
>You're at her place.
>It looks like a two story house.
"So, what are you, rich?"
>"Well, not exactly.. This place used to be my parents place, but they're living up in Canada now."
"Canada huh? So you just got this cozy little pad all to yourself?"
>"I'm sorry if it seems extravagant.. I'm not trying to make you feel bad.. Please, make yourself at home, and if you need anything at all, don't be afraid to ask."
"Right.."
>You walk inside.
>The decorations aren't too lavish.
>It definitely has a homey feel.
>Family pictures, cute little nick knacks.
"So how long have you lived here?"
>"Oh, I grew up here. I was surprised my parents let me just take it. I was almost positive I'd have to keep renting my apartment for a while."
"Ok.. So where does a girl like you work?"
>"I'm a nurse."
>You mutter,
"Of course you are."
>"I love taking care of people and making them feel better."
"So what, I'm like your pet project or something?"
>She groans,
>"I'm.. I'm really trying my best to be nice to you.. Please don't be so rude ok?"
>Wow, she actually put her foot down..
"Right.. Ok, I'm sorry. I.. I appreciate what you're doing here."
>"That's better. So feel free to use my bathroom, and wash up, shave."
"You have mens razors?"
>"Oh.. Oh shoot, no I forgot. Silly me. I only have my pink disposable ones. Well, at least you can get cleaned up now."
"Right.. Thanks Lailah.
>"No problem."

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>>580156
>It's the next day.
>"I need to go to work Travis. But you can feel free to stay around the house if you'd like."
>She hands you a credit card.
"What's this?"
>"I really need some Milk and Eggs."
"You sure you got the dosh after last nights dinner?"
>"I've got about 12 thousand dollars saved up on it now. Dinner wasn't a big deal."
>Your jaw nearly hits the floor.
"A-are you sure you just want to give this to me?"
>"I trust you, anyhow, while you're at the store you can pick up those razors if you want. And if you feel like getting some snacks too don't feel guilty about spending a little extra for that."
"O-ok?"
>"Right, got to go, don't want to be late!"
>She gets in her car and drives off.
>Pfft.
>Yeah right. Theres no way this card has over ten grand on it that she just handed to some perfect stranger.
>This is probably some dumb test just to see if I'll go over a certain amount, or just make off with the card.
>You call the number on the back of the card.
>"Your account balance is, Twelve thousand, eight hundred, and fourty five dollars."
>You feel like your breath is being sucked out of your lungs.
--
>You're at the grocery store.
>What are you doing?
>Buying groceries for some girl you barely know?
>You've got a card with over ten grand on it.
>You could pay off your student loads with this and get a degree and still have some leftover to get yourself off the streets for a while.
>It would serve that rich bitch right for being so fucking stupid and naive.
>Trusting some random homeless guy and giving him your credit card?
>She's practically asking for it.

Should I steal the card and go pay off my student loans?
Or should I just buy a few groceries with it like she asked?
Or is there something else I can do?

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>>580161
>Or is there something else I can do?

Yeah, for now we'll do as she says. We stand to gain a lot from winning her trust.

So we do what she says. We play the nice guy's part.

But we also explore the house fully, and try to find out how and where she could kill us. I mean how much has she spent on us? Peanuts. My guess is that she makes her money by selling people or their organs on the black market.

We don't want to be caught unaware.

>>580161
> buy a few groceries with it like she asked

>>580161
>Should I steal the card and go pay off my student loans?
>Or is there something else I can do?
Pay off student loans. But in cash, do not connect the card with us. Retire some more cash. Then buy wallet put the card and some dollars on in and drop it somewhere.
Use money to leave the city.

>>580161
Bitch probably has something up her sleeve, probably wants to kill us after giving us hope. But we won't succumb to her level.

Buy groceries as she said. Look for a skilless job soon. Anything will do, McDonalds, office drone, janitor.

>>580161
Something else I can do? Something is definitely off.

Just buy groceries, if she is willing to throw this kind of money around she probably would be willing to pay money to get our ass hunted down.

>>580161
Eat all her eggs.

>>580161
>should I just buy a few groceries with it like she asked?
>Or is there something else I can do?
Groceries first, for the time being it can't hurt to be helpful

>>580161
>Buy groceries and also some snacks like she asked.
It's too suspicious to just take the bait and run with the money, lets play it safe and learn more about her before anything.

>>580161
Are you anons serious? This isn't all that unbelievable. People that have more than they need don't mind giving away some to change someone's life. I'm sorry you the company you keep is shit.
>Buy the damn groceries

>>580161
>Buying groceries
with out beening fucking parnoid about her kill us or some this like fuck

Nice fucking weebshit trash
straight out of generic romcom haremshit

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>>587564
>Weeb site
>Not having weeb shit
What did you expect?

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>>580740
>>580745
>>580839
>>581774
>>586109
>>586322
>>586420
>>586748
>>587360
>You're back home with all the groceries..
>For now, best to do what she says.
>You'll play the part of 'the nice guy.'
>We should have a look around the house..
>Maybe she has a certain place where she goes to murder her victims..
>You go digging around.
>Bathroom is quite large on the bottom floor.
>But it's plainly decorated with pink towels and bathmat, nothing else of note.
>Except the soap dispenser is one of those foam thingys.
>You were never sure how to feel about those.
>There is a pantry, it's stocked with sweets and cooking staples.
>The living room has a brown rug with white couches and pink pillows.
>There are photos of her with her parents and other family members.
>She seems happy but..
>Is she an only child? You don't see siblings here with her and her parents..
>You find a door to the basement.
>Oh sweet lord..
>The unimaginable terrors which could lurk behind this door..
>You open the door and it squeaks open.
>Your heart pounds.
>You turn on the light and slowly walk down the wood steps.
>Its..
>Not that scary.
>Theres a tacky looking rug over the cement ground, a washer, and drier, and some other junk stashed away in the corner, picture frames, a globe, Christmas decorations.
>No.. Surely there must be something in this house.
>No one is this nice..

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>>589832
>Alright, upstairs time!
>The stairway is a carpeted one.
>The upper floor has 3 bedrooms and a bathroom.
>Last night she made you sleep on the couch because the third bedroom was full of gym equipment.
>She told you she'd move it to the basement..
>But maybe there's something hiding there.
>You open the first door.
>It's pretty professional looking, big wood frame bed.
>TV in front of it, and a little terrace for viewing outside.
>There's a piece of artwork on the wall with swans on it.
>You check under the bed.
>Rubbermaid boxes full of old photos.
>You kinda feel bad already, but going through these seems like a bit too much.
>You slide the boxes back under.
>After that you check the next room.
>Hmm.. There really is a neat little home gym here..
>Bench press, squat rack, gym tower, treadmill, dumbbells.
>If you plan to stay for a few more nights, this might not be a bad place to pump some iron..
>Definitely not the kind of place you'd want her to empty just so you can sleep in here.
>It'd probably be too cramped to work out in the basement, and maybe a little creepy too.
>You walk out of that room.
>Well well well..
>One room left.
>Every other room has checked out so far..
>But this room..
>This must be where she hides all her deep dark secrets.
>You get a pang of uncomfortableness.
>The thought that maybe she'll know you were in here..
>Best to just have a quick look and put everything back..
>You open the door.
>Well isn't she just a princess?
>Her bed has a white frame, and the bedding looks plush.
>Theres a nice white cabinet desk with all sorts of things on it like books neatly arranged.
>The window is open and there are some flowers on a nightstand next to the window.
>There.. Must be something?
>You check the closet.
>Just clothes..
>You check the drawer in her nightstand.
>What's this?
>Oh shit thats a penis!
>She has a porno magazine here.
>How scandalous..
>You pull out the drawer taking out the magazine.
>Underneath is a vibrator.
>Looks like she isn't so innocent after all..
>You hear the door close downstairs.
>Crap is she home?!
>You put the magazine back closing the door and rushing out.
>She looks up at you coming out.
>"Were.. You in my bedroom?"
"I-i got lost!"
>"I see you got the groceries. Why don't you come down and join me?"
>You walk down.
>She has a concerned look.
>"You, weren't snooping around in there too much were you?"
"Ah, n-no.."
>"It's rude to enter someone elses bedroom without asking.."
"I'm sorry."

>>589840
>She sighs.
>"I'm so exhausted.."
>She walks over to the couch and flops onto it.
>"Roxanne is such a jerk.. Just because she's been there longer shes giving me all the grunt work.."
>Her hair is slightly untidy, and she seems tired.
>She takes off her shoes revealing panty hose.
>"Oh.. My feet are killing me.."
"How old are you?
>"26.. I've still got a lot to learn I guess."
"Thats around how old I am."
>"So, what did you think of the house? Ugh.. I still have to make dinner.."
>She starts to get up.
>You press her back down.
"I.. You know.. You've had a long day at work, you should let me cook for you."
>She smiles.
>"Really? Are you sure?"
"Yeah, just hang tight, any special requests?"
>"I just want some real food.. No salads or anything.. If you could make some pasta or something that would be nice.."
"Got it."
>You walk over to the fridge..
>An interesting assortment of leftovers..
>You decide to make a chicken broccoli casserole.
>Cooking has always come naturally to you.
"So, you're an only child?"
>"Oh? Yeah.. Sadly.. I never had any brothers or sisters. And we moved around quite a bit when I was young so i was alone quite a lot."
"Really? I'd figure someone like you has a lot of friends."
>"Eh.. I suppose it depends on how you define friends. I know a lot of people.."
"Ok."
>"But then, we don't really hang out after work or anything."
"So, acquaintances?"
>"Maybe.. I don't think I've had very many real friends since high school. Everyone just kind of went their own way, and I guess I just fell out of touch. I tried talking with them on facebook, but things just aren't the same anymore."
"So you don't go out much?"
>"Well, it's not that I don't have free time.. I just.. My friends from work are usually busy, but we still go out sometimes!"
"I'm sure your money has kept you company."
>"Where'd that come from? Look, I know you must think that I'm a spoiled brat or something.. I know what I have is way more than what I deserve, and a lot of people have it way worse than me. I had girls steal from me in high school, and I think a lot of them resented me."
"You don't know what it's like to struggle, and have nothing to fall back on."
>"You're right.. I guess you could say in a way, taking you in, is just a way to ease my own guilt. I know it's selfish.. But I hope that maybe you'll take away something good from it."
>The oven dings.
>You pull the casserole out.
"It's done."

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>>589842
>It's the next morning.
>You get up.
>Theres some jazz music playing and it's raining.
>Theres an open box of donuts, and Lailah is standing almost bottomless in a long white shirt in her underwear.
>"Morning Travis, there's some doughnuts on the counter. I tried calling my friends but I guess they're all busy again.. I was hoping to introduce you, and maybe we could all hang out?"
"Morning to you to."
>You say as you walk over and grab a doughnut.
>"You have friends right?"
>You give her a hard glare.
>"I'm.. Sorry for asking. I guess if you did you probably wouldn't have been homeless."
"Know any single girls?"
>You say as you bite into the doughnut.
>"You're so rude sometimes.. But, I can't think of any.. Not people that would be right for you anyhow."
"Why? What's that supposed to mean?"
>"Er.. I don't want to gossip but.. It's nothing, let's just say some of them are more into, wealth or status.."
"Golddiggers, figures."
>"But you seem like a nice guy, I'm sure you'll find someone. Anyhow. I suppose I have the day off.. Would you like to go out with me today?"
"And do what?"
>"We could go shopping? Buy you some nice clothes or something?"
"Doesn't matter. Even if you dress me up, a homeless guy is still homeless."
>"Well.. We could try and find you a job.. Maybe I could help you find some places that are hiring?"

She's being awfully persistent about going out.
She's so oblivious to how the world works.
For one day you'd like her to take a walk in your shoes..

>>589844
Is this an action prompt now?
Go shopping for clothes with her, if there's still time afterwards go looking for some simple job. Address that she's too trusting.
We might as well be her pet for a little while, not like we have hope for anything better.

>>589978
Seconding THIS

>>589978
sure, this.

>>589978
>>594958
>>597263
>You're in Macys.
>"How's this? This is a nice shirt."
"Whats with the plaid, are you trying to turn me into your trendy hipster boyfriend?"
>"Come on Travis, be nice. I'm really trying to do a good thing."
"I'm kidding. You know, you're a little too trusting."
>"What do you mean?"
"You picked me up off the street, and offered me your home. I could have been a serial killer or a rapist."
>She has an uncomfortable look on her face.
"I'm not any of those things! Look, I'm just saying, maybe you shouldn't be so trusting."
>"But.. That's the way I've always been. I like to be straightforward. And I think if you give people trust you'll get it in return."
>You sigh.
"You're too naive.."
>"You're probably right.. But I know what I'm doing is the right thing to do."
>You pick out some basic t-shirts and pants.
>Nothing too flashy, everything is appropriate.
>She picks up your entire bill of over 300 dollars.
"Damn this stuff is expensive."
>"It should last you a long time though.. I'm sure you'll take good care of your clothes."
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>You're shaved and well dressed now.
>You decide to poke around a few potential places for jobs.
>You apply everywhere you can.
>Target, Fred Meyer, 7-11, AM PM, Safeway. Jack in the box.
>With all of that taken care of you head back to Lailahs place.
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"So, how long are you planning to let me stay?"
>"Dunno.. It's nice to have company to come home to. If you can just be a little less rude at times, I'd be happy to let you stay as long as you need to get back on your feet."
>Pfft, we'll see how long that lasts.
>"I'm sure if things were reversed, you'd do the same for me, right?"
"U-uh, er.. Suuure.."
>"See. Now lets cook something up together, I'm starving!"
>You decide to make some chicken salads.
>After doing that you both sit down and watch some Netflix together.
"So, I'm curious, wheres your boyfriend in all of this?"
>She looks a bit confused.
>"I don't have one."
"Ok, have you ever had a boyfriend, I'm calling you out as a liar if you say no."
>"Of course I've had boyfriends."
"Let me guess, they were abusive crazy assholes and you've been scarred ever since?"
>She sighs.
>"Nothing quite that dramatic. But most guys tend to just use me for sex and then dump me.. I guess I'm just too boring."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
>"Some of them even stole things from me. My parents scolded me for not being more attentive."
>Geez, can this girl get a clue?
>"What about you?"

What were those past relationships of mine like?
What about siblings, do I have any? What are they like?
Did I have any other problems in my home life?
Also, I think, I can see down her cleavage, should I mention anything?

>>597324
We used to have a girlfriend but maybe she ran at first sign of trouble that ended up with us on the street?
We're a bitter asshole, might as well have a 1 year younger brother who's better than us at everything.
Guess family gave up on us after repeated failures or something like that?
Mention it, no reason not to.

Anyone else wanna chime in?

>>597491
>>597324
Lets just go with this
Couse my love life is me just beening a playboy but a nice one. Iv lost a few very good girls. That i guse i loved?

>>597491
Sounds good. Maybe we moved to a different city to test out our luck and ended up on the street here instead of the city where our parents live.

>>597491
This
except for the little brother part.
Story seems like its gonna beat down on us so i'd like to not add to it.

>>597324
Our parents kicked us out because we liked to dress up like a girl.

>What were those past relationships of mine like?
We have one friend. We're only friends because we're both losers and hate society. He still lives with his parents and is a NEET. Other than that nothing.

>What about siblings, do I have any? What are they like?
One little sister who's actually successful and wants nothing to do with us because we're such a failure. She's the manager of some office or something.

>Did I have any other problems in my home life?
Other than being a scrub loser that failed in everything no.

>Also, I think, I can see down her cleavage, should I mention anything?
No. But stare. Like the filthy pervert we are.

what about a younger sister, but she doesnt know about us because our parents are ashamed

>>602568
This
Actually sounds interesting.

>>602568
Yea this is better than younger brother idea.

>>602568
i would like to add that travis is ~26 and has been homeless for 7 months
if, lets say his parents abandoned him with ~18/19 and from that on his life has been one fuck up after another his sister must have been somewhere else to not know he exists otherwise the age gap would be too much

how about the age between travis and his sister is 8 years so when she was ~10 he left so her parents told her that he "died" because theyre ashamed of what travis has become

any thoughts/changes/suggestions?

>>597324
any updates?

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