Runaway Whore - (Casper & Kuru)

[Casper]

Marcus pulled his hood tighter against the rain, Not that it did much good he was soaked clean through as he skirted the puddles that blocked his path. His night had been a bust, He had spent hours hanging around the bus station, Hoping to catch some fresh meat. But he was having no luck.

Turning down the street he made for home, his eyes constantly shifting from allyway to doorway, In this neighborhood their were more than enough crackheads who would stick a knife in you for the price of a fix. Not that he was overly concerned, ay 27 he was still in good shape, Just shy of six foot he was well built, Five years in the army had kept him fit. They had taught him to fight, hell they had taught him to kill with his bare hands if need be. His eyes fixed onto a doorway ahead, he could make put a shape in the shadows. He peered out from beneath his hood as he got closer his hands relaxing as he saw that the figure was female.

His blue eyes ran over her as he paused in the street, Her hair was dark, probably brown, he could not make it out in the shadows. It was pulled back into a ponytail that fell just below her shoulders. Her face showed the grime of a few days of living on the streets. As did her clothes her T-Shirt was soaking wet and clung to her body giving him a hint of her delightful figure. But it was her eyes that held him, she glared back at him with pearcing green eyes.

He pulled back his hood reviling his croped hair and smiled "Girl, you must be crazy hanging around here" he swept his hand around him gesturing up and down the street "You best get home before someone decides to stick a knife in you just to see how much cash you got on you"

 

[Kuru]

Two weeks ago, Paisley Bradley got into a huge fight with her parents over her boyfriend. They didn't like one thing about him, and at the time, Paisley didn't understand why. To her, he was the sweetest, most loving man in the world, and if they didn't want to accept him then it was their loss. So she moved out of her parents house, even though they warned her that if she moved in with him she would not be welcomed back home, and just a few days after she moved in she saw just what is really was. A disgusting pig. She found out he had been cheating on her, and when she told him they were through, he beat her. Of course, he had been a small man, and so she put up a fair fight again him. Busted his lip, blackened his eye, and bloodied his nose real good. She escaped with a few minor bruises.

However, she knew she could not go home, and she didn't have any close friends that she would feel comfortable living with, so she stuck to the streets. As dangerous as she knew it was for a young girl such as herself, seventeen and fresh out of high school, she was too ashamed to even try and go home.

So, here she was, leaning into the doorway of some abandoned and condemned building to shelter herself from the poring rain. Her thin frame shook gently from the cold, and her arms folded over her chest with her hands tucked into her armpits for warmth as her eyes merely watched the ground. Her mind, at the time, was blank. She had nothing to think about. She had all but given up hope, really. She didn't know ow to make money, and in the shape she was in, she had no chance of being hired anywhere. She was hungry, cold, and tired, but she didn't act on any of that. She just... didn't know what to do.

Suddenly, she heard a voice. Her sharp green eyes darted upward and she edged ever she slightly away from the man now speaking to her, telling her to get home. Her eyes narrowed dangerously and her teeth chattered as from her involuntary shivering. "Does it LOOK like I have any cash on me?" She gestured to herself. Her clothes were worn, torn, and dirty. Yep, she looked like a part of the common street rabble. If anyone thought she had money, they were insane. "Thanks for your concern," She said bitterly, knowing full well he really didn't care, and continued. "but I think I'll be fine."

She brushed her bangs from her eyes, the wet hair sticking to her forehead now, and eyed the man for a moment before speaking again.

"Maybe you should be the one heading home now." He obviously had more money than she did, so if anyone was getting a knife to the back, it would be him.

 

[Casper]

Marcus did not fail to notice as she huddled further into the doorway as he spoke to her, And he took a step back hoping to put her at ease. As she spoke she barely kept the contempt out over voice, as she moved into the light letting him see the true extent of her rag tag apperence as she told him she had no money. Marcus noted torn and dirty clothes, obviously she had been on the street longer than his initial estimate of a few days.

When she pointied out that maybe he should be the one heading home he shrugged and pulled his hood back up over his head "I'm sorry, I did not mean to offend you" he took a half step away "Just thought i'd warn you, But your right maybe I should get home".

Turning he proceded to walk away from her taking a half dozon steps before glancing back at her, just in time to see her give an involintary shiver. He paused and turned back to face her "Look" he called across the distence between them "I live just down the street" he waved off into the direction he was heading "If you like I can give you a bed for the night, a meal and a hot shower" he smiled softly "I mean your soaked to the skin, your frozen and you look like you haven't eaten in days" He held his hand up to god "And I swear no funny buisness".

 

[Kuru]

Paisley’s cautious gaze didn’t falter for a moment, not when the man backed up a little to give her her space or when he turned and started to leave. On the street, she had learned that she should not put her trust in anyone. And she didn’t even know this guy’s name, so she really knew she shouldn’t trust him. Plus, he looked like a freaking body builder, and if he went back on his word and tried something on her she wouldn’t be able to beat him back like she did her boyfriend. There was the fact that she was literally starving, though, and her hunger made it hard to think logically.

After the man made the proposal of her staying with him for the night, she mentally kicked herself then stepped out of the protection provided by the doorframe and out into the rain where he stood.

“That’s a real generous thing for you to offer to someone you don’t know, but if you’re serious… then thank you.” Her face, which had been hard and cautious, smoothed out a bit and her hard eyes softened as she thanked him. She hated being thought of as desperate, but this was for one night. Maybe this one night would be all she needed to get back on her feet. Holding her shivering hand out to shake his, she took a soft breath and forced a tiny smile onto her lips.

“I’m Paisley Bradley. Who’re you?”

Did this mean she trusted him? No. Hell no. She didn’t trust anyone, but she would be a fool to decline such an offer. If he turned out to be some serial rapist murderer, she’d fight him off as best she could, but she had to take the risk. She would die out her on her own after too much longer.

 

[Casper]

Marcus smiled to himself as he watched her, she seemed to be going through some internal battle as she considered his offer. He wondered what would win out, common scence or basic survival instinct. He could see from the look in her eyes that she did not trust him, And he was concidering the possibility of just grabbing her, He was not keen on the idea. A guy dragging a kicking and screaming girl down the street tends to draw attention even in this neighborhood.

His smile grew wider when she finally stepped out of the doorway and accepted his offer, offering him her hand along with her name. He grasped her hand and gave it a firm shake "Pleasure to meet you Paisley, I'm Marcus, Marcus Cole" letting go of her hand he removed his jacket and quickly swung it around her shoulders "Ready" he asked "Its not far" He set off at a quick pace glancing back to make sure she was following. The rain was getting heavier and he was keen to get indoors.

True to his word he led her a block down the street before turning into a rundown appartment building. The lights in the lobby area flickerd as he guided her along the hallway and up the stairs to the fourth floor. Pausing before a doorway he fished the key from his jeans pocket and turned it in the lock "It's not much but I call it home" he announced as he swung the door open and stepped across the threshold.

The main room was an open plan living, kitchen and dinning area. In stark contrast to the litter strewn hallway of the appartment building the appartment itself was clean and tidy, if somewhat sparcley furnished. He stood with the door held open for her to enter "That will be your room" he pointed at one of the three doors leading off the maim room, "My room is the one next to it, And the bathroom is the one there" he added pointing to the final doorway.

He turned to face her as she stood hallway just outside his appartment and waved her in "What do you say to a hot shower while I fix us something to eat".