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Pistol Kiss

Supernova
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Jan 8, 2009
Run, I must keep running. She thinks to herself as she flies though the forest, not needing to glance back to know thy had sent all the men they could find after her. Her feet barely touch the ground as she runs, long pink hair flying behind her. It takes her days to out run them. Tired and barely able to move she climbs a tree and passes out. Unknown to her they had a backup plan, incase something like this happened. A chemical they have fed her since her â??Birthâ? slowly finishes adsorbing the last of it. When she wakes, Imea would have no memory of who or what she was. She would be left with just her instincts and what training she retained.

Her pink eyes slowly open, as she stretches out. Yawning softly, she loses her balance and falls from the tree. Landing on her side. â??Ow. How the hell did I get up there.â? She looks down at herself. Clothing torn, cuts all over her body. The girl stands up, looking around herself.
 
Name: Grendell
Physical age: 22
Height: Five foot eight
Weight: 145 pounds
Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Green
Skin tone: Ashen
Clothing: Dirty second hand clothes
Weapon: Damascus barrel shotgun & firearms training.
Song: House Of The Dying Sun by Dege Legg
Ability: None of note
History: Grendell grew up in the southern states, white and alienated amongst the rest of the folk.He enjoyed the blues and music more than anything, but had always been snubbed aside, after all, what reason did a white guy have to play the blues.
Personality: Calm & Cynical.

Grendell stopped in mid tune, staring with a strangely surprised look at the girl who had just fallen out of his peach tree."Damn, It be rainin young girls ova here" he said in his thick accent.Setting his instrument aside he stood up and walked off his porch, his bare feet tickled by the grass as he strode over."You alright young lady?.That looked like a particularly nasty fall" he said.The cigarette smoke drifted up in elegant curls, hanging from his lips in a drooping fashion as he sucked in the toxic vice."What were you doing in my peach tree anyway?, If you wanted one, coulda just asked" he said with a smirk and a chuckle, he was used to fruit thieves by now.
 
The girl look up at him pushing some of her hair out of his face. â??I think I was hiding.â? She tells him softly, standing slowly. Her legs wobbly, she had run across at least one state line the night before. â??I donâ??t know. I cant seem to remember anything really.â? She looks down at herself, noting what she was wearing. A tight one piece skintight outfit in black. Tears could be seen all over it, as well as blood. She sighs softly and looks back up, â??I really have a feeling I was hidingâ? Her hands rest on her hips, slowly finding there way to a pair of dagger strapped to them. â??Where am I? Who am I?â?
 
He cocked an eyebrow at her and simply shook his head."Another Jane Doe huh?.Well, come on inside and We'll get you cleaned up" he said simply, offering his hand.He was a loner, but he wasn't cold, he couldn't just leave a little girl outside, blood covered and dirty."I'll see If I can rustle up some breakfast as well" he offered with a slight smile.It was likely he was in deep for even talking to her, but he already knew that, the conspiracy theorist he was.All he could do really was help her and see what came of it.
 
â??Jane doeâ?¦â?? She parrots the name, hands still clutching her hip daggers. â??That doesnâ??t feel like my name.â?? A low sigh comes from the girl as she searches for something as simple as her name. Something everyone should know about themselves. She smiles up at him, her eyes closing as she does so. â??Thank you sir.â? Her lips form what looks like an attempt at a smile though it ends up looking more like a crazed grin. â??Whatâ??s breakfast?â? She asks softly, slowly following him back to his house.
 
He cocked his eyebrow again as he led the girl into the house."Breakfast....It's the most important meal of the day" he chimed with a grin, striding up the steps and into his abode."Make yourself at home, I'll get cooking" he said, slipping his sandals off and stepping into the kitchen.He felt sorry for the young girl, she was clearly lost and not in her own self, he couldn't simply leave her or send her off.

His home was decorated in a rustic manner.A bear skin rug in the living room near the fireplace, several chairs and a coffee table as well, he preferred to keep it simple and it showed."Sausages and eggs sound good?" he called from the kitchen.
 
â??Oh. Its food, why didnâ??t you say that at first?â? Imea asks as she walks into the house, looking around. Eyes scanning every inch of the room before she sits on the floor to fight her boots off. Slowly realizing that she had to untie them before they would come off. She then places them near the wall near the door. She then starts to walk around the room, feeling the rug with her hand. It looked as though she was looking for a camera or a microphone. She then places her hands over the fire, sighing at the warmth.

â??Eggs. Bacon.â? She repeats the words, rolling them around her mouth. â??They sound good. If thatâ??s what you are having then I will eat them as well. I donâ??t want to be annoying.â? She slowly walks into the kitchen, â??Do you need any help? If you tell me what to do I think I can get it done. She starts to look around the kitchen much like she had the living room. Eyes scanning every inch, hands touching what she felt was hiding something.
 
He stared at her curiously as she felt around the place, it was strange to be assured."Yeah, food" he said with a chuckle."You sure you're alright?" he asked as he watched her feel around the fridge and counters, checking all the jars."You seem uneasy" he said, cracking a few eggs into a pan as he put sausages on the grill, all the while washing some potato's for hashbrowns."The bath is upstairs, why don't you go wash off before we eat?" he suggested.
 
Her hands run over each and every jar, opening each and sniffing the contents. She looks over at him, â??Sorry. Just looking around.â? Slowly Imea places the jar she had in her hands down. Then slowly she walks back to him, â??I just feel like I should be careful. Like someone is chasseing me.â? She sniffs the air her eyes closing. â??That smells good. I bet it tastes just as good.â? She then starts to the stairs. â??Which door is it?â? She didnâ??t think to ask about clothing, that sort of thing didnâ??t bother her really. She waits at the bottom of the stairs for his response.
 
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