Welcome No Strangers [Etta]

[CAIN VERETICUS]

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[ETTA FRAY]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400px,true] her lungs burned. her feet were killing her. her hair was definitely a mess. she wasn't even wearing shoes. but regardless, etta kept on chasing the dog that had ran off with her one of her medical books. where in the world had it gotten off to? one moment she was sitting outside the inn, reading about dealing with ill children, and the next a cute, adorable big brute of a dog had shown up expecting a pat. being the sucker for a big puppy etta had fallen instantly in love with him and in the process of patting him silly and thinking up a name for him, he had snatched away the book from her hand and run off. she'd been chasing him for half an hour now. those books weren't cheap! she'd gotten closer and closer and then further and further. now she wasn't even sure where she was chasing him to, but she was fairly sure it was along this road. fairly sure. it was so dark, too. maybe if she stopped chasing, the dog would stop running? probably not. she couldn't even see him by now - couldn't even hear him. in fact, she couldn't hear anyone. exactly how late could it be? she'd started reading at around seven, but she must have really lost track of time after that. she slowed down a little, huffing and puffing, as came up to a bench. from what she could see, there was a man sitting on a bench. lord please don't let him be a serial killer, etta pleaded with whoever would be listening. if she was very lucky, he'd be an absolute gentleman and know exactly where the dog had gone. but knowing her luck, the dog probably hadn't even come this way. and the man was probably a grub. okay now etta, be calm and casual, she instructed herself as she came to a stop about two meters away from him. she bent over, leaning her hands on her thighs for support, head drooped as she tried to catch her breath. "e-evening! have you by - by chance seen a dog run by here?" she breathed - managing to be surprisingly cheerful. she wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, taking a step forehead without really focusing. being the klutz that she was, she managed to trip over her own feet and fell over smack bang in front of the guy. she rolled over on her back. "well that was graceful," she winced as she sat up on the ground, rubbing her grazed knees. she probably looked like an absolute psychotic mess to the stranger. sheepishly, she glanced up at him, trying for her best i'm completely sane look, but without her lack of shoes and the white (stylish) dress that she had on, he probably wouldn't buy it for a second. ooc: jesus take the wheel. what crap did i just write.

[CAIN VERETICUS]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #000000; height: 360px; border-top: 2px solid #C7A317; border-right: 2px solid #C7A317; border-bottom: 2px solid #C7A317; width: 350px; border-bottom-right-radius:4em; -moz-border-radius-bottomright:4em;] remember this feeling, how it feels to be alive This was definitely the best sleeping spot Cain had ever been in. He grumbled as the sarcastic thought streaked across his head, the young blonde furrowing his eyebrows in frustration. A soft click of his tongue would emerge from behind his lips, as he placed his hands flat against the bench, pushing against it. He would push himself up the bench, with the intention of allowing himself a few sticks of cigarettes to perhaps lull himself to sleep. However, just as he brought his head back forward and opened his eyes, he caught sight of an individual standing close from where he was, facing him. She was bending down slightly, hands on her thighs, and breathing heavily. Now, let's look at this properly. In front of him, facing him. Bending down. Arms at the thighs and probably angled inwards. And a white dress. To say the least, Cain was shown a little too much cleavage than she probably intended. His eyes widened slightly. Wow, what was this about? "e-evening! have you by - by chance seen a dog run by here?" Cain stared at her still, blinking twice or thrice. A dog? He thought back for a moment, recalling the immediate moments before this. No, no canine had passed him during that time. He shook his head, looking quite regretful that he was unable to help such a beautiful maiden. "No, I'm so- Hoh!" Cain exclaimed as he tried to reach forward, just as she fell down. However, even with his reflexes, he was a bit too late, as she collapsed on the floor, Cain pulling his feet away from under her. And there she lay on the ground. Wow, what a klutz. "well that was graceful," Cain chuckled, shaking his head as he slowly got up on his feet. And then, he extended his right hand out to her, asking for her hand. "Are you alright? Come on, let me help you up." And if she was ever so giving to allow him the chance, he would, of course, pull her back up onto her feet. Her bare feet, as Cain had noticed. Who was she? you can't break the broken, TAGGED: etta fray NOTES: n/a made by FLOU of OTE. song is ANTHEM OF THE UNDERDOG, by 12 STONES.