As you read over the words over and over again, you feel hopeless.

"I want to die right now..." You whimper, and from the noise outside you can tell your choice of words startled Lawrence.

"...c-can you...give me the pig's blood...please?"

From your spot on the ground you watch as the door open a crack. Lawrence stands with the white box in his hands, and a terrible knot in your stomach tightens. He's probably waiting to make sure you won't do anything.

All you can manage at this point is to sit up, your body attempting to fall over itself.

Lawrence kneels down and opens the package for you. Inside you can see the soft, pinkish-brown squares waiting for you.

"I'm a little scared to try th-this..." You say, the thought of pig blood turning you away. Yet you'll try human...

With your bare hand you reach up and grab a small chunk in your hand. Your body is shaking as you bring it up to your mouth. Is it from fear or need?...

You put the chunks in your mouth. They flatten and drain down your mouth. For a moment you gag. There's that distinct taste of iron but something else mixed in there...something awful...

You force it down. There's...there's not that wonderful feeling...

In desperation you force more of the cubes down, forcing yourself to swallow each one till you can't stand it any more.

...

There's that...slight tingle in your head...

It's barely anything...nothing compared to people. But you more then welcome the minuscule pleasurable feeling.

"T-there's a little bit...of it there...that feeling...it's not much but..." Your hands are shaking still. "I-I should pr-probably keep sleeping in the closet for now...till the morning..."

You once again find yourself laying on the floor of the closet, the coat balled up underneath your head and the blanket covering you. The slight buzz and the feeling of want make it hard to sleep. As you curl up you catch some of the lingering smell of Lawrence on the coat and shiver.

How...how bad will you become?...

Your father promised you something that he never got the chance to do or get before he died. What was it?

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>>146994
a vacation to a tropical beach
we live in the north so we've never been to one before

>>147018
B A C K I N G

>>147018
Thirding this.

As you lay there, shivering in the blanket, your mind thinks back to warmth...

The beach...your father promised you a trip to a beach that summer. Living in the north you never got the chance to visit one, and the thought of a wide ocean and endless beach seemed amazing. You remember the day he promised it...

You had been in a sorry mood after talking with your friend on the phone. Her family was on their annual ski trip, and the way she was talking about it sounded just amazing. When you described your jealousy, your father mentioned the idea of your own family vacation. You guys never went on one because of his work, but as he looked at your pitiful expression your father promised that you could choose a place to visit. The first words out of your mouth was 'beach', and your father swore that in the summer you all would go.

Four months later you stood on the edge of a hole, watching your father's casket descend into the ground. It was an awfully cold day.

"I wanna go to the beach..." You mumble, mostly to yourself. Tighter you curl yourself up, trying to keep your body warm and your shivers down.

Despite not having any dreams your sleep in restless that night.

....

When you wake up, you're incredibly thirsty.

However, your thirst is for juice rather then blood.

You try to push the door open but there's a wait against it keeping you in. Confused you try again but hear snoring. Instead you are forced to knock against the door till Lawrence wakes up. He creaks the door open just enough to look at you.

"I'm fine now...I feel fine anyways...now I just want something to drink..." Upon hearing your voice Lawrence lets you leave your makeshift cell. "Thanks for helping me through that."

Lawrence gives a tired smile and a thumbs up. You exit the room with him following close. He excuses himself and you go for breakfast. Eggs once again...this time scrambled. They are much easier for you to eat now. You make sure to get your juice, enjoying the short glass. As you finish Mabel approaches you.

"What's up chick? Mind if I talk with you for a bit?"

"Oh yeah...sure. What's up?" You look down and see that her hand is bandaged from last night. You avert your eyes away before she notices.

"Pretty scary shit last night, wasn't it?"

"Y-yeah..."

"Man, I swear Aria was never gonna stop crying. She worries cause I'm a uh...what's the word...hemophiliac. I cut myself and just bleed. Had to have her hold down a bandage for a while and she wanted to hold it down all night. 's all good now though, Sam's a good doctor."

"Oh th-that's good..."

"Yeah. You ran off so fast, does blood scare you?"

"Uh..."

"Jessica mentioned something about it bothering you. Hope I didn't freak ya out too bad."

"Oh no, it's fine!"

"That's good...that's good...so if you don't mind..."

"What?"

"Why were you all alone with Lawrence last night?"

>>147218
"I had a bad... moment last night and he helped me through it. He's kind of been my rock for that sort of thing."
Make it vague enough that we might be talking about a rape flashback.

>>147238
Seconding

>>147238
this, i guess

>>147238
Vague is good, no implications so we play it safe.

>>147238
Pretty much.

For a brief moment, panic takes you over.

"He...he was just helping me last night...I was having a bad...bad..." You look down as you say this, emphasizing on the last word.

"Bad moment...I couldn't be around a t-ton of people." You keep your gaze averted to the ground, your hands and fingers intertwining and twisting. "E-ever since I've met him...Lawrence has been a good...good rock for me...to stand on when I get..."

Once again you let your words trail off, hoping that Mabel will not press further. Suddenly her hands come up to your cheeks and she bends your head to the side, staring intensely at your neck.

"H-hey! What're you doing?!" You're confused as your head gets tilted the other direction.

"Hmm..." Mabel's sounds like she's thinking before she lets your face go.

"Aria...Aria mentioned that you had some weird...uhh bruises or something."

"Y-yeah?"

"Can you show me?"

You quickly shake your head.

"It's too low, it's-"

"Oh your hip, right?"

"Y-yeah, by my underwear..."

Mabel is looking off, her face reflecting her thinking.

"W-was there anything else you needed?"

"Nah, just checking up on ya chick. Listen, there's something I need to do now. Try not to pass out aight?" Before you can say anything Mabel walks off. As you consider going after her you see Marilyn come up to you. Once again she is holding Buttercup and offers her to you.

"Are you feeling better now?..." She asks as you take the puppy.

"Yeah...a lot better. Thanks." Marilyn nods as you pet Buttercup.

"I uh...I was supposed to tell Pappy...when you get sick. He told me to keep an eye on you..." She looks down, as if she has done something wrong. "But Jessica told me that I should give you some time first..."

That's right...Jessica doesn't know that Sam knows about your condition now.

"You're not sick...like she is, are you?"

"Like Jessica? No...no I'm not like her."

"That's good...her stuff is scary. I'd...I'd be a bit worried if you had it too..."

"Aw, that's actually sweet of you."

"I'm sure your boyfriend would cry too-"

Her face is a mix of pain and a smug grin as you shake her by her shoulders.

After Marilyn finishes bullying you, she has to go off to study with Sam. Looking around, you see that Jessica and the kids are gone and you don't see Lawrence or Mabel anywhere.

What do you do?

>>147314
Go do something to distract ourselves from the events of last night
Go knit, write, or get other knife lesson from John

>>147314
Great, Mabel thinks that Lawrence raped us now.

>>147329
Update status with Jessica.
Bond more with Marylin.

I won't let a smaller girl bully a small girl!

>>147314
I get that to an outsider it would seem suspicious, but I thought we'd gotten past the whole "people are suspicious of our relationship with Lawrence" bit. Are we going to have to defend Law at least once from every single person in the school?

You see John is sitting with a bucket in front of him, peeling potatoes. As you arrive he greets you and you take a seat in front of him.

"Do you know where Jessica is?" You watch as he drags the knife over the potato expertly, the thin skin winding up and falling into the upturned bucket.

"Think she and Aria took the little ones for showers. It might snow again in a few days so they wanted to make sure it's done before then." As he speaks John keeps peeling, the unusually large and scary knife making such precise and delicate movements. He notices you watching and grins.

"Pretty neat, huh? Most people stick with peelers, but I like this way much better. Reminds me of when I use to serve."

"In the army?"

"Yep!"

"Same one as Sam?"

"Excuse you, I'm a spring chicken. I served in the one after him. Was a cook then too." He finishes the potato and grabs another one and looks up at you.

"Wanna try?"

"With a knife? That big?"

"Why not? You'll do fine, it'll help ya get some control over it too." John passes you a potato and the knife. They both feel too big in your hands...

...

A bit later you are still on your first potato, large chunks of it missing and in the bucket.

"You'll get the hang of it. Potatoes are cheap so don't worry about messing up too much."

What would you like to talk to John about?

>>147382
knife techniques

>>147382
Ask him about war stories. Maybe anything similar to Sam's story about the "flesh-eaters"

>>147382
Advanced knife fighting techniques now, or learn some grappling/dodging techniques

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>>147390
Yeah I like this
Ask about the war and any spooky stuff he saw

>>147411
Seconding this.

>>147410
Why you do this to me Sue?

First the Maryling /u/ bait and now this.

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>>147426

As you work on not butchering the potatoes, you decide to talk to John about his own war stories.

"So, if you didn't go to Vietnam, where were you?"

"Ukraine."

"Wh-where?"

"It's over by Russia, on the uh...the west end."

"What was that like?"

"Pretty boring for a while. Got crazy near the end."

"What happened?"

"Well, I wasn't really at the front lines. I was in this town, nice little town. Folks there were pretty kind. There was this huge famine hitting the area though. Lots of people were going much longer without food then they should have. They were trying to do their best, and most of them were thankful for our troop stationed there. Course one day..."

John trails off again, and as you accidentally cut out another chunk of potato you feel like you should change the subject a bit.

"Um...did...did you ever hear anything weird like...people eating other people?"

"You sure you wanna hear that kinda story missy?"

You nod and John leans back a bit.

"I didn't see it directly...but that famine was pretty bad. There was rumors of folks...well...they said folks would go and lure other folks away to chop em up and sell the meat. Lotta people got sick from that, lotta people died and then they would take those dead bodies and chop em up too. But that's just what I heard, my town...that town never did that."

"S-sorry about asking..."

"Nah, it ain't your fault missy. I just left that war a missing stuff compared to when I went in. Less like Sam and more..." John taps the side of his head. You nod in understanding.

"Anyways, it looks like you're doing alright so far, but I can tell you hate it. Here, I'll take it." You pass John the knife as you place your poor misshapen spud with the rest.

"Ah, will you do me a favor actually?"

"Oh, sure."

"I remember seeing a big plastic tub in one of the room, far end of the building, first floor, left side. If you could grab it for me, I need something I can soak these in."

"No problem." You jump up and head down that long hall. As you go you can hear Mabel's voice coming from down a different hall, from within a classroom.

Do you get the tub or try to listen to what she's saying?

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>>147476
Listen in, this is stealth mission.

>>147476
i'm curious enough to listen in but if it has nothing to do with us then leave and get the tub for John

>>147481
Seconding

>>147488
This. And try not to dilly-dally too long

>>147447

Fuck you Marylin, bully Sue so he/she into giving us us /u/pdates!

>>147518
Bully Sue into giving us /u/pdates*

With her weird behavior earlier, you think it might be worth trying to get a listen on what Mabel is talking about. Carefully you tiptoe down the hall, hanging a few feet behind the cracked door she's in. You can only hear Mabel's voice...maybe she's talking with Lawrence.
"...-just that my cousin went through that too, y'know man?"

"If she's got em right there...it just the way she described it made it sound like track marks..."

"She might be trying to hide em other ones too...I just wanted to know if-"

"Nah I'm not sayin' that she's doing it now, but if there's a chance of it..."

"Well you're always together, I was wondering if you had seen any others or somethin'-"

"Hey man, I told you that I don't think you're a chimo, no need to get defensive about it."

"Man, I just told you I didn't think you were doing anything weird! The way you're going on about it might change my mind though!"

Mabel starts to sound frustrated. As you continue to listen there is the sound of someone suddenly standing up. It would probably be best to not stay.

You run off before you can see whoever came out, and hopefully before they saw you. Running all the way to the classroom, you only stop once you're behind the door.

What were they talking about?...

You find the tub for John and rush to bring it back. As he washes it you see Mabel storming back in.

What do you do?

>>147522
>"She might be trying to hide the other ones too...I just wanted to know if-"

Fixed. oops.

>>147522
hide in the tub

>>147522
Go find Lawrence to see what's up
Try to avoid Mable if we can for now

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>>147526
REMEMBER OUR MISSION SUE.
>>147481

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>>147522
Confront as best as you can
Tell her you accidentally overheard and you can show her they aren't track marks or whatever those are if Delilah doesn't know what track marks are

>>147532
>>147526
No guys wait John has the tub what are you doing stap

>>147559
WE ARE HIDING INSIDE THE NOW CLEAN TUB SUE

I'm personally still advocating for just telling everyone, ye gods. Literally nothing good is gonna come from us hiding it, and it's just gonna escalate until we lose control and kill someone and then run away and misery and blah blah. Like, I'm 250% certain that exact sequence of events will happen should we keep this up. We come clean about it, we ad least have a shot at them understanding. And I think it'd be a better shot than most think.

>>147570
Agreed. Although when everyone rejects Delilah and Delilah snaps and kills everyone I'm sure people will regret it.

>sneaking mission
>late 80's/early 90's(Outer Heaven uprising/Operation Intrude N313 were in 1995, as well as adding the prequels)
>MC drains blood
>Vamp does too
>Vamp has nanomachines
>nanomachines
I cracked it, this is a VR sim.

>>147573
Literally impossible since she has at minimum 3 people in her corner already.

>>147575
Actually I think only the Law will stick with her if she reveals how freaking crazy she gets when she's blood-starved.

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>>147574
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ncNSJGPl8X4

>>147577
I don't think so. Then again this is Sue writing where everyone's horrible for no reason so I dunno. But I'd like to believe something could be worked out. Hell, I don't even think it'd be that hard.

>>147579
That's true.

But honestly, I feel like a realistic reaction would be people wanted her to be watched at all times she didn't attack random people. And that kind of suspicion and negativity directed toward Delilah probably wouldn't be good for her psyche.

>>147579
I think I mentioned it earlier. Medical condition. And if pig blood works, just set it up so that she has it on hand or otherwise easily accessible. That coagulated blood test that was mentioned by that other anon. We could run that.

we haven't looked at the newspaper for quite some time.

We should go hunting if things don't go south.

>>147540
Is she bullying me or you, Sue?

>>147580
I think Delilah would enjoy the company, actually, so long as they didn't freak out and treat her like an animal. More like an outpatient who needs a nurse, or something like that. Easy to spin that or alter behavior so that the task isn't as dour.

>>147584
Ah yes, that's true. As long as they perceive her as an innocent little girl with a terrible medical condition the response will most likely be positive or at least neutral.

>>147585
And guess what? SHE ACTUALLY IS. Mostly. It doesn't take a whole lot to creative thinking to spin this whole thing in a much less bleaker light while still having the same problems; it's just a matter of 1:being willing to follow through, and 2: hope Sue will let the logic fly instead of forcing a horribly negative outcome.

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>>147583

>>147588
That last bit was meaner than intended and looking at it again, I don't like it. Sorry, Sue.

>>147588
>not putting her down like the dog she is

>>147589
Oh my god i made her eyes melt please donate to the quarter asian melty eye community to get Marilyn's eyes back to normal.

>>147589
Marylin is cute, but she would look cuter with Delilah.

>>147592
2c have been deposited in your account.

>>147582
This. Where are the goverment death squads exterminating undesirables? Where are all the refugees escaping from the collapsing US economy and rampant social unrest? Where did Delilah's Mom and the police go? When will Delilah feed on those that have hurt her? I feel like the story is getting bogged down in this school

>>147596
Honestly, I don't want to have the good hope group get a strained relationship with her, but we need to see the outside world again.

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>>147599
We are trapped in an old school during an almost white out winter storm.

Pic related: the outside world rn

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>>147526
>>147532

>>147604
SURPASS*fuck

>>147522
Track down Lawrence and tell him we overheard Mabel talking about 'track marks' and a... a 'chimo'? Whatever that is.

We didn't mean to listen, but we were fetching something for John and... it just sort of happened.

>>147543
Having her believe they are track marks might be a good thing for now.

>>147604
yuri is a known weapon of mass destruction

>>147602
Looks beautiful.

I'm just waiting for storm to pass.

>>147604

A SUEdeo COWjima Quest
Melan~cholic Quest 6: The Vampire Crave

Mabel seems pretty peeved right now...you consider talking to her till she picks up and screams into her pillow.

M-maybe later...

Lawrence hasn't came back yet...it should be easy to find him. Well, maybe. You go and check through each room on the first floor. Nothing...up the stairs and to the second floor. You are careful to avoid any holes, including the one previously made by you. Back to the room from earlier, you see the door is closed. Carefully you sneak up to it, looking through the window.

Once again you see that Lawrence is leaning out the window leading to the back, cigarette in hand. You're about to go in but he seems...tense. His body and posture just seem...a little scary right now. You keep watching as he flicks out the butt, standing up straight and closes the window. Seems like a good time to come in now-

C R A C K

You watch in absolute shock as Lawrence's fist breaks into the wooden wall in front of him. He stays in place like that for a minute, his shoulders heaving. Finally, after what feels like forever, he pulls his hand away from the splintered wall.

From here, you can see the look on his face...it's anger. Lawrence begins to pace the room, his hand running through his hair as he's thinking. A mix of annoyance, concern, and worry shadows his face.

Calmly you open the door. Lawrence stops in his place and when you make eye contact with him you can see the irritation in his eyes, even after he tries to hide it. You can see his knuckles are scrapped up but not bleeding. Thank god...

"H-hey..." You really try to keep your voice calm so he wouldn't know you had watched him.

Lawrence leans against the wall, scratching as his head a bit but trying to ask you what's up.

You take a seat at a desk by him.

What do you want to do?

>>147651
Tell him you overheard his argument with Mabel and you can totally talk with her and get things cleared out or something please don't be mad

>>147651
Thank him for last night. Watching over you. Making sure you didn't... do something really stupid.

Knowing that you don't have to try and control this... thing on your own. Alone.

Ask him if he's okay. He seems... peeved. Maybe mention we overheard Mabel talking when we were getting something for John. Something about... chimos and track marks.

>>147651
Become a weapon to surpass Metal Gear

>>147684
Seconding

"I just wanted to come in and say thanks...for last night. I don't...don't think there was any way I could have handled that myself."

You can see Lawrence offer up a smile in acceptance, but there's something holding back the joy from spreading to the rest of his face and body.

"I'm always getting help here it seems. But I wanted to know if you're okay. You seem kinda p-peeved..." It crushes you to see his smile disappear.

"I was helping John earlier, he needed me to fetch something and I c-couldn't help overhearing...overhearing what Mabel was saying."

At the mention of her name you can see Lawrence's hand clench up.

"She mentioned something about...'track marks' and um...'ch-'....'chimos'?" You grimace as you watch Lawrence's expression turn dark once again. He's looking off in front of him and you hesitantly ask the next part.

"What...what are those? Why was she talking about them?..."

Lawrence seems to have a bit of difficulty getting his writing out, and when you get the note it's obvious that the pen was pressed hard and his letters contain a part of his irritant.

Track marks are spots on your body from needles. When someone takes drugs like that they usually get these marks up and down their arms and legs.

A chimo is a child molester.

Mabel was talking about how she was worried that you could be or used to be on something and that you would be hiding the 'tracks' under your clothes instead.

She was asking me about it because she thought I would have seen any of the others.

"Why does that...does that make you so upset?"

Jessica already thought I was doing something to you.

Mabel said she didn't think I was doing anything weird but she assumes I would have seen underneath your clothes like 'that'.

What the hell do the others think? Do the others assume I'm too eager to run off with you constantly too? That I would do something awful like that?

You can tell that writing this out has only made Lawrence more upset.

What do you do?

>>150159
Flashback!
Mystery is getting thicker.

>>150159
We are super eager to tell our condition anyway, might as we go confront Mabel about the Law not molesting us.

>>150159
Look baffled for a while. W... why would they...

Lawrence has done nothing but right by you, so why would they think something like that about him. Think that he would do... that. How can they just...

That's not okay.

We should... We'll give Mabel an earful is what we will! Lawrence is not a... a fucking chimo!

We'll confront the others too if we need to. They should all be nicer to Lawrence.

>>150214
>>150233
These so much, the Law is PURE. We really should gather everyone together and explain precisely what our relationship with him is, and that he hasn't ever done anything untoward to or with us. We could pass off our little episodes as hemophobia if we don't want to tell the full truth about the condition.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wvJiYrRcfQo

>>150214
>>150233

Thank you.

For like the 50th time, we need to just come clean. Hiding it hurts literally everyone involved.

>>150289
No?

Delilah not realizing that people assume the worst about others when they sneak off with little girls hurts everyone involved.

And by everyone, I mean Lawrence.

>Lawrence eternally suffers
What is this, berserk?

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>>150342
Pretty much, except we're going to be snowed into this school for years instead of taking a boat ride for years.

You're unable to say anything. How would anyone think something so awful about Lawrence?

"I'll...I'll go tell Mabel! I'll let her know that it's always my fault...my fault that you're always running off with me! I'll...I'll even..."

You are struck with inspiration and determination for helping Lawrence.

"I'll tell everyone that you've just been helping me! That...that I need you...if I need to...I'll...I'll even tell everyone about my...my condition!"

As soon as you say these words panic fills Lawrence's face and he quickly waves his hands 'no'.

"Why not? That would clear up any confusion then, right? I wouldn't need to worry about them being so awful to you anymore."

In such a hurry Lawrence writes, his words a mess on the page.

And you think everyone would just accept that? Just instantly? You are lucky as hell that the people you have told haven't tried to send you to the loony bin!

'Hello I'm a little girl and I need blood' doesn't make you sound like an appealing person to have, especially with children around.

"I'll j-just tell them...it's a...a medical condition! They should understand then, right?"

Even if they don't think you're just insane then they might treat you like a leper. Someone with an unknown 'disease' living among the group, with no way of knowing if it's spreadable, and then they have a craving for blood? They might think you'll attack them in their sleep

"But I'm just a little girl..."

A little girl who fucked me up, remember? What will you do if that happens again? At least right now if you go crazy again I can just pick you up and carry you off and blame it on a hysteric episode or something. If they know you like to feed and go crazy like that then don't you think they will be scared, even if you are just a little girl?

"I'm not c-crazy...just..." You are feeling upset at these words.

I'm not saying you are crazy but that won't change how the others might see it. And if they decide you are a threat to the group, not everyone will be willing to wait for spring to kick you out. Or worse, they will just hand you over the police.

"They've been so nice though! They wouldn't do something l-like that! You're just overreacting!" Your voice is much more angry then you were prepared for, and you can see the frustration in Lawrence grow.

Fine, tell them. It sounds like you want to go back to your mother.

Your heart breaks as soon as you read these words, despite Lawrence's best efforts to pull them back before you can see them. Your lip quivers as you try to keep the tears in.

"H-how could you say something s-so a-awful..."

Before Lawrence can try to pull back the damage he's done you run out of the room and down the hall. Down the stairs and to the closet from yesterday, you shut yourself in as you wipe away your tears.

What do you do?

>>150390
Think about the worst of our mum.

>>150390
Be upset with Lawrence, if mostly for reminding us of our mom.

But maybe he's right. Maybe, if we just told everyone willy-nilly, they'd laugh at us and think us deranged. And if they believed us, they'd definitely not trust us further than they could throw us...

We're still going to tell Mabel a thing or two. She can't just... go around and accuse someone of being a chimo.

>>150433
>Implying you couldn't throw a Delilah pretty far.
As to Mabel, we should most definitely talk to her. Perhaps we should wait to cool off though, going into this angry isn't going to make it any easier.

>>150452
Second.

>>150452
Oh, definitely. Didn't mean we should storm off and do it right away.

Why arent we waiting for based Sam to do something?!

Also let's BULLY Mabel about saying those awful things about the Law.

>>150452
This.

Also, consider that Lawrence is probably right... we shouldn't just go around telling everybody. Law and Sam made sense, Jessica was ok, everyone else absolutely not.

...after we're done being upset with him for mentioning mom though

The problem with all this is that the logic both makes sense and doesn't. I can see them being worried and concerned, and yes, a knee-jerk reaction might be to pitch them out. I can easily see that. But the more I think on it, the more it doesn't wash out.

First, I should say that I would think it expected and prudent that they'd have someone watch over her. Like it or not, she is a threat. HOWEVER- and this is the dusty part- she's not an active threat. It hasn't been horribly long, but these people SHOULD be bright enough to see that at every turn she's been nothing but nice, and they should be able to piece together that she doesn't want to hurt any of them. And aside from the wants, she's been able to resolve the situation every time. Some closer shaves than others, certainly, but no one's been hurt by her hand as of yet. Not to mention, the 'sudden explosion' aspect of her feedings seem to easily mutable if you put like, 5 seconds of thought into it. She's gotten cravings either A: over time, or B: when she was exposed to copious amounts of blood. (Unless I'm reading wrong or missed something, PLEASE tell me if so,) but never just kinda minding her own business. In fact, there's been several times we could have assaulted someone and bounced, and we didn't take them because we didn't want to.

This, plus the pig's blood being effective, tells me that her issue is controllable (if only in specific ways), and isn't some wild feral instinct to be avoided. Not to mention I'm at least 80% certain that simple skin to skin contact wouldn't cause people to contract vampirism. We're not exactly big on kissing folk these days anyway.

I'm horribly sorry for putting way too much thought into this, but it's an issue that's just nagging at me. At the least we should get to know everyone, try to get a feel for their personality, then tell them. But we should never just not tell them. Absolute worse comes to absolute worst regarding this Law situation, we spill the beans, then immediately leave, since we don't want to kill anyone.

Except mom. We'll kill her, hide the body, and live in our old house.

...I'm starting to think this isn't a quest I should follow. I'm getting too invested in her happiness and can't help but feel like that's not a thing that'll happen.

Boy, I'm getting really sick of people assuming Lawrence is a child molester just because he's a man.

As upset as we are with Lawrence for what he wrote just now, I say we go to Mabel and give her an ear full.

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>>150510
>Delilah
>Happiness

>>150548
Yeah, that's my point.

>>150534
It ain't because he's a man (in this case), it's because he's a man who goes off and does unknown things with a little girl in secret for extended periods of time.

>>150390
Just kill Mabel already. She's a hemophiliac too so getting blood out of her should be easy

>>150510
I am super invested, but I also love having my heart broken whenever she suffers. So it's a win-win for me, really.

>>150572
If he were a woman, they wouldn't assume Delilah was being molested. They might suspect drugs, or something else, but the reason they assume he's molesting her is absolutely because he's a man.

>>150597
I'm actually rather angst averse read: pussy on the whole. I'm the sort who will walk out of a movie, stop reading, or change the channel if I think things are getting too bleak.

Who else wants to kill Mabel in her sleep? She's a fucking nosy bitch who's going to get Delilah or Lawrence thrown out

>>150604
96% of (reported) child molesters are male. That's skewed enough that even if the vast majority of female molesters go unreported, it's likely that males would still be the higher portion. So there is some reason to be more suspicious of it based on his sex.

I do agree that it's absolutely fucking stupid that they would instantly go for "must be molester" because he's a guy while completely ignoring that posibility if he was a girl, though. We shoud tell Mabel that our mom and that shop lady both sold / tried to sell us into sex slavery, which is at least as bad as raping us themselves.

>>150648
Just you.

>>150665
Sounds reasonable. Provide some other examples in an attempt to assuage their fears. Although that might make them realize what a ridiculously large amount of times Delilah has been abused.

How could he think you would possibly want to do anything that would send you back to your mother? The thought of her right now make you feel...

You feel a mixture of sick and rage.

But...

What he said might be right...

If it did cause panic and unrest with the group then what would you do? If anything you would need to leave...could you handle leaving out in the snow like this?

Still...you don't want Lawrence to be miserable because of it. Maybe you'll find a way to tell everyone...

But for now, you feel a need to talk to Mabel. He might be a stupid jerk, but Lawrence shouldn't have to get scolded for things that aren't his fault. You make sure to wait before you leave, that the tears are gone and the redness in your cheeks go down. Leaving your secluded place, you go out to find Mabel. She's got a big thick textbook in front of her, but you feel like she's not actually reading it.

"Hey..." You get her attention and you can tell that she was thinking.

"Oh hey you, what's up?"

"Please don't be mad..." You feel awkward admitting this. "I uh...I overheard you talking with Lawrence earlier...just a little bit!"

"Really? And what did ya hear?" Mabel doesn't look upset at you, thank god.

"I just...I just heard you talking to him. And I...I don't want you to think he's been doing anything...'weird' with me..."

As you say this Mabel lets out a loud groan.

"Oh for fuck's sake...I don't think he was doing anything weird with you!" She nearly tosses the textbook. "I'm just scared that you would be like...shootin' up or something. My cousin did it, and one day she just...did too much. She just wasn't the same afterwards. I didn't want you to go through the same thing, it's awful."

Mabel looks a bit sad as she says this.

"I'm not uh...'shooting up' or anything, I promise."

"You swear?"

"Of course!"

"Good. Course now I probably owe Law a pack of beer..." Mabel looks back at you. "Don't get into that kinda stuff, drugs. It'll just mess you up..."

"But drinking is fine?"

"Of course!" She smirks as she says this. "Where's the Law at anyways? I kinda stormed off, I hope he didn't run off or something."

"He's um...he's probably just upstairs."

"Ah well, I can't tell him sorry without a drink to offer. When you see him, pass that on for me, alright?"

You nod and she smiles more.

"Great, now I gotta get back to this reading. Boring shit, but it'll make the beers even better later."

You say good-bye to Mabel, and see that Jessica and Aria have returned.

What do you do?

>>150665
>96% of (reported) child molesters are male.

57%, actually. And, like you said, that's just the ones that get reported. If you're talking about convicted child molesters, then yes, the vast majority of those are men.

It's a bullshit stereotype built on misinformation.

>>150708
Go find the Law before he jumps out of a window

>>150708
Go admit to Lawrence that he's probably right. We shouldn't just... tell everyone we have a mystery illness when we don't even know if it's contagious and, if so, how.

Also that Mabel owes him beer.

I think part of our issues is that we need to take care of mom. Shame she'll survive the winter, it'd make a fitting end.

>>150708
Ok kill mom then.

>>150765
In springtime. It's too cold now.

>>150724
This

It would probably be best to let Lawrence know that Mabel isn't mad at him...and allow yourself a chance to bully him for earlier. You haven't seen him come back, so maybe he's still back in the room. Back up you go, carefully down the halls, back to the door...

Once again you peer through the window...

And you are greeted with the remnants of what was once a classroom.

The desks and chairs thrown about, some of the wood broken and the metal twisted out of place. More holes decorate the walls, and the blackboard is beyond the point of usability. A crack in the lower corner has begun to climb its way up the window, looking like it could shatter on itself in any moment. The way Lawrence is sitting in the middle of all of it, hands clutching his face, you could describe him in the same way.

The anger his body held before seems to have been left behind in the destruction left behind instead. You once again enter the room and Lawrence looks up.

He seems shocked that you have came back, and then ashamed at you witnessing the mess he has created. Lawrence jumps up and pushes you out of the room, closing the door to the shame behind him.

"I'm uh...supposed to tell you that Mabel said she owes you a beer..." You say, currently unsure how to take in the scene. Did he do all of this after you left? You can see there's a large tear in his shirt by his stomach. It most likely ripped during his...'episode'.

"A-and now I'm here to b-bully you...for being a jerk..." Your voice is cheerful but Lawrence's reaction is not. When he does finally look down at you, remorse dominates his face.

"If...if you want I can fix this for you..." You say as you poke a finger at the hole. "And then we can..."

You could go outside if you wanted but anywhere you go will be stuck with walking. What would you like to do?

>>150963
Don't risk going outside, you might be seen. Instead, go bother other people in the building.

>>150963
We need to find Lawrence a punching bag, something heavy we can hang from the ceiling that he can let out his frustrations on so he doesn't have to demolish desks.

>>150963
Finish the drawing, maybe. That'd be nice...

And the others could see it...

He shouldn't be ashamed that his anger got the better of him. At least he wasn't about to take it out on everyone else...

>>150979
We have a new haircut and a new hat

"You can work on something while I fix it, m-maybe you could work on the drawing?" As you await a response, you worry that maybe he is still too upset.

Lawrence sighs and runs a hand over his head, but you can see his nod.

"Okay, good! I'll get what I need and I'll meet you back in the classroom then?" Once again you are given a meager nod, but that is more then enough for you. As you rush to grab your sewing kit, you wonder if there's a way to help Lawrence with his little...anger issue. He doesn't show it often but when he does...it looks like he would be hard to stop.

Maybe you should help him find a way to release that...

Back in the classroom, you can see that he's already set up, drawing board in front of him and the open tin of pencils on the floor. His face doesn't read as too excited though...

"Will it be fine? For you to draw while I work on that?" You ask, pointing at the shirt.

Yeah, I will just focus on getting your facial features down now.

Augh...he's going to be starring at your face that means...

"Okay...d-don't make my nose to weird or anything...ah take off your shirt before you start though."

Without waiting Lawrence removes the button up and passes it on to you, a gray sleeveless undershirt remaining on his chest. You sit in front of him and begin your own work on the shirt.

"I um...I wanted to let you know that it's okay that you got angry..." You say this as you thread your needle. You don't expect any responses from Lawrence so you continue.

"I'm just glad that you took it out on stuff...instead of people. I think my dad...I think he had that problem once in a while with my mom..." You nearly prick your finger as you bring it up through the fabric.

"I uh...I hope I didn't make you feel weird about it now...I just don't want you to feel bad about it..."

...

Some time passes and you finish the shirt much before Lawrence is done. He sets down the board, stretching his arms and back.

"Is it done?" He shakes his head no. Darn...

You wait as he starts to write.

I'm sorry about what I said earlier, so don't take this the wrong way or anything. You said you wanted to talk with your mom again or whatever, when were you planning on doing this?

>>151274
Tell him it's okay, but that we're unsure. Probably when the weather's milder, though.

Would be nice if the only thing troublesome about... actually going back there was the questions weighing on our mind.

>>151319
Same on all counts.

No way she's letting us leave, though.

>>151328
That's why we're bringing backup. :^)[/spoiler}

>>151274
>>151328
>>151319

Agreed. Should make sure he knows our mom is a psychopath and ask him if he has any advice.

>>151332
I'm kinda hoping mom fucks it up so it can be the one time we just let loose.

"Soon...it would be best to do it soon. But I think I should wait till the weather is a little better..."
If you're not scared of slush then you would have your opportunity in maybe two days, so long as there's no more snowing between now and then. But I don't know about the days afterwards, it might come and go then.

You nod but the thought of meeting up with your mother...

"I don't imagine that she would let me go though...if I want there..."

Are you asking for help?

"My mom isn't really...okay mentally, I think. If I went there alone, I won't come back out..."

If you need me to I'll tag along then. I won't let you get stuck there.

"Thank you...she might get violent though, and I'm not sure what all she might try to do..."

As long as you keep that knife of yours away from me, I think I will be fine.

You feel guilty, but Lawrence is obviously enjoying your discomfort over it.

"You jerk..." You throw the newly mended shirt back at him. You allow him some more time to finish up the drawing further, but a loud growl from your stomach interrupts the session.

"I guess I should get something to eat..."

John has managed to prepare a shepherd's pie, though it's mostly potato. You don't complain though and eat with Lawrence. As you guys are conversing Mabel pops in, bundled up and soaked, a big box in her arms.

"LAWRENCE!" She all but runs over to the two of you, panting and her face a bright red from the cold. You can recognize the sight of a big cardboard case of beer.

"Alright Law, listen up. It's been forever, but you, me, this case, Aria there to complain when I drink too much, no objections!" Mabel looks down at you and smirks. "Hell, you can even try one too if you wanna, but let me warn ya these are some cheap domestics."

You know that they are just beers and that it will be Mabel, Aria, and Lawrence drinking. Mabel will probably only let you have one. Do you want to join them?

>>151558
... okay.

It'd be an opportunity to, if Lawrence is okay with it, explain why we... prefer to be so close to him.

>>151558
Hell yes we want to join them. This sounds like a good chance to bond and have some fun.

>>151558
Yes
And after they've had a drink or 2 see how generous they are with the beer

>>151707
Naaah.

>>151558
TIME TO GET SHITFACED

...am I the only one here who sees the potential horrible consequences of a vampire drinking?

>>151558
Join them but no drinky. I know it's beer this time and we're better supervised, but >>151777 is right, drunk vampires are a very bad thing.

>>151814
Who gets drunk off one beer?

>>151852
>>151814
>>151777
Also we got drunk before with out vamping out
but shit got pretty real

>>151852
A literally little girl with corresponding low blood volume in comparison to the average beer drinker, mayhaps?

>>151973
Nope.

Maybe an infant, though.

"Ah sure! I mean..." You look up at Lawrence, as if asking permission. All he offers you is a 'why are you asking me' look.

That's right...technically you are in charge of yourself right now.

"...yeah...yeah I will join you guys."

"Ah sweet! Here...take this..." Mabel shoves the case into Lawrence's arms, "and I will go grab Aria. This is going to be great! Well...after she chews me out for spending money on a twenty-four pack..."

To keep from bothering everyone else your little group decides to take up in the room you and Lawrence had been used for drawing. Once again the radio is on, rock music playing in the background. The case is set out in the middle of four chairs, and you watch with Aria as Mabel pulls out two, handing one to Lawrence. There's a set of keys in her other hand.

"Alright Law, you remember how to do this, don't ya?"

Lawrence nods and she removes one of the keys and hands it over to him. You watch a bit confused as they hold the cans sideways, the point of the key pressed near the bottom.

"Alright....and...GO!"

They both puncture a hole with a key and it to their mouth, opening the tab at the top. Only a couple seconds pass as they drink this way, but Lawrence manages to pull his now empty can away before Mabel does.

"Ah...you still got it old man." Mabel coughs and wipes the remaining drops from her mouth.
"What was that?" You ask Aria.

"Them being dumb." She responds, rolling her eyes as Mabel proudly shows off the empty can.

"Well then, let's really get this started, huh?" Mabel passes out the cans again, handing one to you.

"Are you sure that's okay?" Aria asks as she opens her can.

"Aw come on, it's just one beer. Plus you know damn well you were this age when you tried one."

You accept the cold metal can, opening and giving it a sniff.

"Listen chick, I ain't going to lie. This stuff is cheap, but it does the job."

You take a sip and grimace. It's cold and that's the only good thing it has going for it. That and the fact its much easier then the vodka was. You notice that Aria is also sipping at her drink while the adults talk.

Is there anything you would like to talk about with them?

>>152069
I want to talk about surpassing Metal Gear


Get closer to Aria and get small talk going. Things about Mabel and the Law. And all the relationships in the party.

This is a grown up sleepover.

>>152069
How long have they been together?
When did they first know they were.... you know?

>>152069
Ask them what Lesbian sex is like

>>152114
Seconding.

Also ask them if you could join in.

>>152107
This.

You decide to let Mabel and Lawrence talk a bit to make up from earlier.

"So when did you and Mabel start dating?" You direct your attention to Aria as she sips her drink.

"Ah well, we became best friends at our freshman seminar class and after my current roommate left she offered to fill in their spot. I think we started dating um...maybe a couple months after that. It will be two years some time in spring."

"Wow, that's a long time. I was uh...wondering though..."

"Ask away."

You take another sip of your beer before continuing.

"I just...I hope this isn't weird but I was...wondering...how did you know...that you liked um...girls..."

Aria laughs a bit at your shy demeanor.

"Well...I always figured I liked boys my whole life. One day though I was really upset cause the guy I had just started dating decided to dump me already. Mabel was there, and the more I thought about it the more I realized that I wanted my best friend to also be my, well in this case, girl friend. I still think boys are attractive but Mabel is the only one for me now."

"And what about her? Does she like boys too?"

"Oh hell no, she knew she liked girls since like...first grade."

"So she's your girl friend...and you best friend?"

"Yep! Course not everyone is going to be like that, but it can be nice when you have someone who can be both."

You look over and watch as Mabel once again tries to finish her beer before Lawrence, only to lose and add another empty can to their growing pile.
"I'll get you o-one day...I WILL beat t-the Law!"

"Do...you guys usually do this sorta thing? With Lawrence and all?"

"Well he's one of the few people here close to our age. I mean he's a bit older, but it's nice to just hang out with a...younger crowd sometimes, compared to the others. He's usually busy, but one day Mabel figured that he needed a way to relax and they would sometimes have their own 'Thirsty Thursdays' kind of deal."

You and Aria continue to make small talk, each of you sipping your drinks as the other two annihilate their own.
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>>152380
"Nah way Law...I totes could right now..." Mabel's voice is excitable and slurred and you watch as she pops out of her chair.

"Jus' watch me man...I got all the..uh wha'sit called...ch-...charm!"

You and Aria are both surprised as Mabel pulls her up for a kiss.

"C'mon babe, I gotta prove that I'm more a ladiesman here..."

"Ew no, you smell like beer."

"C'moooooonnnn..."

You try to look away, cover your eyes, anything when Mabel starts to kiss Aria again. It feels like your watching something you shouldn't be.

"Mph...a-alright! Alright come on already!"

Mabel smiles at Aria's surrender and pulls her out of the room, sticking her tongue out and giving Lawrence a face of triumph before the two of them go off.

Relieved that their...show...is gone, you finally finish your first can. You look over at their large pile Lawrence and Mabel have made and remembered what she had mentioned about him.You could probably ask Lawrence about anything right now and get an answer.

What do you do?

>>152392
I can't really think of anything to ask that we wouldn't be able to when he's sober
Let's just help him get into bed and get to sleep ourselves

>>152392
Ask him if he's attracted to us. He'd never admit it while sober so this way we get the truth

>>152438
Yeah, I got nothin too important.

>>152438
Pretty much.

>>152457
If you gotta, I guess follow up with whether it's our age or personality.

Kiss the other girls.

Talk about your funny feelings with the nudie magazines!

Lawrence seems pretty relieved to have Mabel out of the room. With each passing drink she became more loud and excitable, the music from the radio now fills the room. You think about getting Lawrence to bed, but an idea passes your mind.
You figure that you can maybe tease him a bit to make up for earlier...but another part of you is legitimately curious. You would never have the courage to just ask a boy this anyways...

"Hey, Lawrence?" You get up from your seat and walk over to where he's sitting. He offers you a nod in acknowledgement as he leans back in his chair, hands on his forehead. Mabel probably wore him out with all her challenges...

"Well...I was just wondering..." You try to act coy about it, swinging in place with your hands behind your back.

"Do you think...I'm attractive...?"

You feel your heartbreak a bit when he shakes his head in a big slow 'n-o'.

"O-oh..." You try to hide your disappointment. You're not sure what kind of answer you wanted, you didn't really expect a 'yes' or what you would do if you got one but...a no?

Lawrence sees the gloom on your face and sits up, shaking his head again before finding his notebook. His writing is pretty sloppy at this point.

Calm down I was just kidding, you are cute enough right now.

But if you just wait a while I'm sure you will be lovely, darling

Something about the word 'lovely' as apposed to just 'pretty' makes you feel a bit...excited. You've enjoyed that word, and the idea that it might describe you one day...

"Eh...what's this darling part?..."

Mabel told me to try and be more of a ladies man He offers a shrug with it.

"A-and you call me lame...you should go to sleep now."

Lawrence concedes his seat, rising up a bit shakily. You can't help but hold onto to the last note before returning his notebook, folding it up and placing it in your back pocket.

Despite the slight worry that he might fall over early, Lawrence manages to make it to his spot before going down, laying on top of his blankets and snoring almost instantly.

You return to your lonely spot...that right, you never got the chance to move all your things over. Jessica probably made sure to return your blanket back. Buttercup is waiting for you, curled up asleep already.

What would you like to do before going to sleep?

>>152702
Work on our writing until we are ready to sleep

>>152732
This and pet Buttercup lightly. Don't wanna wake the puppers.

>>152702
Touch ourselves thinking about lovely future-Delilah together with Lawrence

>>152732
>>152738
Yarp.

You decide that till you are ready for sleep, it might be nice to write a bit more. Placing Buttercup ever so gently in your lap, you balance your notebook on your knee, continuing where you left off.
The time passes as your words fill the page and your back begins to ache from being hunched over. You take the time to pet Buttercup, your hand starting to cramp up from holding your pen. You watch as Mabel and Aria stumble in, giggling before laying down to bed.

You can't help but feel your face glow red as you remember them earlier. You're not really sure how...that...would work between them, but you are certain that is what happened...

You try to write a bit more but your one beer from earlier causes you feel sleepy earlier then usual, or at least it is more difficult to keep your eyes open. You pack away your stuff, carefully sliding the note into the notebook next to the sketch you've kept and slide into your makeshift bed.

You can feel Buttercup settle in a spot by your head, curled up tight. You close your eyes, but there's a light buzzing in your head. You instead opt to listen to the sounds all around you. No one is talking but the silence they offer is relaxing in a way, you at least feel comfortable.

As the time passes you, there's a warm tingling in your center, spreading through your body slowly. It's nothing painful but you aren't sure what it is either. You open your eyes halfway, allowing them to adjust to the dark. You're not hungry or thirsty, you don't need to use the restroom or stretch or anything like that, so what are you feeling? It's warm, but not in a way you're used to. It's funny though, your fingers are still pretty cold. As you sometimes do when it's freezing you stick your chilly hands under your shirt and near your chest. The warmth your own body offers is nice, but there's that other sensation still there...

You think back to the 'lesson' Mabel gave you at the showers...

Would it be alright...even right here? As...as long as no one finds out right?...

Your hands travel beneath your bra...alright...this is...nice? It feels...kinda good you guess, but it just doesn't feel like it's enough. You keep trying though, and you 'warm up' to your own touch a bit. The tingling feeling in your stomach grows. Alright...maybe...maybe you can try something more...

You leave your left hand inside your bra and slowly, as if trying to sneak it in, your right hand begins to travel down your stomach. This is fine...she said it was fine to do...everyone does it...

Your fingers reach the edge of your pants and you stop. Okay...just ...don't think about yourself doing it...m-maybe think about something else or whatever...

Your hand travels inside your pants and you close your eyes. O-okay...think about...think about something...what are you supposed to think about? Your mind travels to the magazines...are you suppose to think about stuff like that? You try to, but it's not really...doing much...
[1/2]

>>152937

Maybe...maybe you're supposed to think about a person you like then? T-that makes sense but it feels a bit...wrong to. Not that they would know you do this, right?

You take a deep breath, ready to start. Close you eyes, relax, and just think about a person you like, think about-...

At the first movement of your fingers, the violent memories of other hands being there previously causes you to jerk your hands away and a sob to leave your mouth. That filthy sensation from those times replace that tingling, and shame fills your chest.
You bury your face into your hands and silently cry till you fall asleep instead.

...

You wake up that morning, quietly getting your breakfast and sitting at your bed again.

Eggs...at least they're scrambled but is this what you're going to eat forever?...

You think about what you did last night at your skin...itches. You feel like you need to clean the sin off your body.

Would you like to ask someone to take you to get a shower? If not, what would you like to do instead?

>>152942
Jessica and Aria took the kids yesterday right?
Maybe Mable will want to go with us
Though being alone with her will give her plenty of opportunity for bullying

>>152942
Don't force ourselves to rub one out and yeah go take a shower it's been like two days geez

Then go see if you can be helpful

>>152967
Mabel seems like a plan. Could give us a chance to talk with someone older about what happened.

Before we ran away from home. When we tried to rely on the kindness of strangers... twice. How we can't get it out of our mind...

>>152967
>>152985
This seems like a pretty good idea.

Go with Marylin.

Please, S/u/e

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>>153032
>/u/
The closest thing to /u/ that Delilah will even be emotionally able to handle for a great deal of time will be handholding.

You spot Mabel talking with Aria as they eat. Maybe she will go with you?

Waiting till they finish breakfast, you walk over and both girls greet you.

"Sorry bout leaving ya so early last night, we just had some...uh...business to attend to...yeah..." Mabel looks sheepish as Aria looks away at this.

"It's uh...fine. I was hoping that you could go with me? I just...really need to shower."

"Aw man you too? I also feel so gross after drinking, so hell yeah I'll go with you." Mable turns over to Aria. "Babe, which one did you and Jessica go to yesterday?"

"Oh the one by the Howard's, that other nice community center."

"Jesus, that's like...way to far away. I don't think I can handle a hangover and that kinda walk."

"Maybe you shouldn't have drank so much then."

"Man, whatever. You weren't complaining last night...eh...anyways...I guess we better head out then."

You and Mabel prepare for your long trek, heading out in snow covered in tracks. It takes about forty-five minutes to reach the community center, and both of you have long since froze. You have never been more thankful to sneak into a community shower...

Long rows of shower heads line the wall, each one divided by a wall the reached up only to your shoulders. As you begin to wet your hair you can hear Mabel next to you;

"Wow chick, I'm surprised. You might be even bigger then Aria."

You are confused at her words before you realize she's talking about your chest. You quickly cover it while trying to push her back.

"Eh I'm just messin' with ya kid." She sticks her tongue out as she hands you the shampoo. As you start on your hair you decide to discuss with her the events that happened to you.
"Hey Mabel..."

"What's up?"

"I hope this isn't too awkward or anything but...I think I need to talk to someone about this..."

"Oh man, yeah go ahead. I'm listening."

"You already know...a bit...anyways about w-what happened to me..."
[1/2]

You struggle a bit before continuing.

"It's...it's happened twice to me though...that I know of anyways..."

"Jesus. Ah...I'm sorry, k-keep going."
"There was one man, in my bedroom. I attacked him afterwards and that's why I ran away from home. But after that...while I was on the streets, I tried to get help at this store...but then the man I tried to get help from and the man I was running from...th-they both..." You calm yourself down before continuing.

"And then a b-bit after that...I tried to get help at this store...this time it was a lady...no two women...who tried to take advantage of me. I th-think they were going to l-let people use me...if Lawrence hadn't helped me there then I...I don't know where I would be..."

Mabel's face reflects your pain.

"Christ...are there any questions you have then? Fuck...that's just...is there anything you're like...confused about or whatever?"

"A...A lot I guess...d-does it allows hurt so badly...it always felt like I was going to die d-during..."

Mabel sighs and tries to think of the best way to answer this.

"No, it shouldn't. Well I mean...with a guy I guess it can, sometimes? But he should really be trying to make sure it doesn't, y'know? If you do decide to let it happen then he should be doing his best to make sure you're at least not in pain or anything...ah fuck...oh...OH FUCK!"

Mabel's sudden outburst startles you and she leans over the top of the stall.

"Have you like...used a pregnancy test or anything? This question sucks, I know it, but like...when was the last time you had your period? And like...how long ago was it from the last...'attack'..?"

You struggle to place it all in order.

"I uh...t-the last one happened...a day before m-my period, m-maybe the day of? And that ended a little bit a-ago..."

"Dammit...dammit how long does it survive...I can't remember. I'm not trying to scare you or nothing, but to be safe we really should try to get you a pregnancy test, sooner then later."

"Wh-why?"

"Alright, don't freak out and think carefully about what I'm asking..."
"O-okay..."
"What would you do if you ended up pregnant?"

>>153063
What about that time she fell asleep with the Law? Huh?

>>153105
>shocked silence

>>153105
...Does Delilah know what an abortion is?

I don't want Delilah to die of birth complications

Or a spoopy vampire baby that sucks her dry from the inside

>>153105
S U D O K U

But seriously tho, how could a 13 y.o. homeless vampire girl would be able to take care of another human being/vampire being? while trying to still discover all the wonders of adulthood? There's no clear answer for something like that. We still haven't even discovered who what? we are, and we...

Man, that's heavy.

Can we just go with the /u/-flow and forget all about this?

>>153113
An abortion would be pretty hard on a 13yo girl.

>>153112
Best option atm

>>153114
An abortion, mentally? Sure. Physically, she could probably just take a pill.

>Gets raped multiple times
>Homeless
>Abortion at 13

I wonder what Delilah did in a past life to deserve this.

>>153112
Yeah.

>>153105
>"What would you do if you ended up pregnant?"
Hello darkness my old friend.
>>153106
Law is the purest and never for sexual.

Baby?....You could be carrying...

A baby?

The thought of this prevents you from answering and Mabel slaps herself in the forehead.

"Duh...of course you wouldn't consider that...you shouldn't HAVE to consider something like that...and here I am scaring you with the idea of...of something like that...but if you had your period recently...but man my cousin thought the same thing and nine months later...oh man...this is just...just so fucked up..."

Your mind is still reeling with the idea that your body could be carrying a baby.

"That...would mean...th-the daddy would be..." Your body begins to shake and it feels like you could fall over.

"Hey no, no don't think about that! Listen, lets focus on getting you a test first, alright? Man lemme try to remember sex ed...uh...okay, if I remember anything from that useless class...you can take a test seven days after 'that' happens and find out I think. I'll make sure to pick one up for you, and if it...if it does turn out that you are...don't worry, there are options from there, okay?"

Despite her words, they don't calm you any. You finish washing off but now...

You feel even filthier.

You don't talk to Mabel as the two of you get dressed, nor do you say a word on the freezing walk back. She tries to talk to you, but your somber silence lets her know this isn't viable. Back at the school she talks to you once more.

"Hey listen, just gimme a few hours or so and then I'll have that here for you, okay? And just...just try not to worry to much, alright kid?"

You can only muster a nod and go to your blanket. A sense of hopelessness washes over you as you flop down. Buttercup runs up, licking at your face but you can't even feel the effort to pet her. Your hand comes up to your stomach...

What if there is a baby inside?

You're not sure how much time passes, but you only have the energy to lay there in your own despair.

Lawrence comes up, kneeling down to offer you what looks like a donut. He must have been out around the same time as you. It feels like you couldn't even handle eating that.

What's wrong?

>>153128
Cry

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>>153128
Fucking everything.

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>>153128
Just....

>>153128
Bottle it up
No more angry law.

"Just..." You can feel your tears starting up again.

"...everything..." You whisper before turning your head to the cradle of your arms, violently sobbing. In that time you just let it all god, crying out all the fear you have inside. There's a warm hand on your back, but all you can do is wail.

What if you do have a baby...and it has one of your attacker's face?

Eventually, your sobs are nothing more then hiccups with tears, but the pain and fear still remain. You take Lawrence in private to properly explain your situation.

"M-Mabel...she s-said there's a chance of...oh a b-baby inside..." Each word only brings you further down then before, and you find yourself reduced to a blubbering mess. Lawrence embraces you and you nearly fall against him as you sob.

"W-what if there is a b-baby...i-if I'm preg-...pregnant...h-how can I take c-care of him..." You hands hold on tightly to his shirt, and you can feel his clench up against your back. You continue to cry for a long time, drenching his shoulder with your tears. Even when you finally push yourself away they still have not stopped.

"I-I'm s-sorry...I think...I think I need to l-lay down...maybe sleeping will make me feel better..."

Lawrence nods in agreement and leads you back to your bed. Before you lay down he brings his extra ones over for you, allowing you a more comfortable spot. Despite all of that...

You still feel awful.

For the rest of the day, you sleep. Emotionally drained...you've heard that word before but now you truly understand what it means. You keep waking up, but only manage to turn over and fall asleep again.

...

When you open your eyes again, it's dark. You have slept all day. As you finally sit up, you see a plastic bag has been set next to you, tucked away underneath the blanket. A small cardboard box is inside...it's that, isn't it? You're terrified of it...

Thirsty...you're really thirsty...and hungry...

You get up, hoping that it's fine if you find yourself some food. You manage to get yourself a slice of bread and some water. As you eat these you can movement in the hallway. As your eyes adjust, you can see the silhouette of Lawrence.

What do you do?

>>153165
Ignore it. Look for food

>>153165
He's probably wondering why we're awake in the middle of the night. Just call out to him quietly that we were hungry and needed a normal people snack.

>>153165
get the test and go somewhere to figure out how to take it
grab a flshlight if we need one

>>153174
>>153172
>>153165

yiss and yiss

It might be smart to take a look at that test, you would need to go that way anyways. And maybe Lawrence still has that donut somewhere...
You go back and hold that horrible box in your hands and venture back to the hallway, borrowing the flashlight from the 'kitchen'. You shine your light down the hall and quietly call out for Lawrence.

The man is no where to be seen...maybe he went up for a smoke break? Well...for now you should probably deal with this horrible awful thing.

To the bathrooms you go, and you open up the box. Two thin things in plastic packaging and a set of instructions await you inside. You carefully read them over, hoping that you can accomplish this task on your own...

Taking out one of the tests from the plastic, you remove the cover from the tip.

Just pee on this...and it will tell you if you're carrying...carrying a...

You rush inside one of the stalls. Ah...maybe you should have waited a bit longer...you don't really need to...

...

You come out a few minutes later, holding the test in your hand.

You hope it was enough...the waiting for the next five minutes is excruciating. When you feel like enough time has passed, your heart is beating painfully...

...

What the hell...this is...inconclusive...right? That's what these symbols mean? You scan over the instructions again...

Okay...just take the other one later today and it will be fine...easy enough. You slip the other one into your pocket, keeping the instructions and throwing away the rest of the package. Your stomach growls...hopefully you can find something good to eat soon...

As you go back to the hallway, you can see Lawrence is facing the other direction. As you are about to call out to him the light flashes over his body.

Why...is he dressed up to leave? He looks surprised as you walk up to him.

"H-hey..." You don't want to seem obvious but it's the only thing you can think of. Lawrence is looking away from you the entire time.

"...where are you going?"

Looking like a man caught in the act, Lawrence contemplates his thoughts before you are given your answer.

I was thinking about doing a very stupid thing.

"What was it?..."

For some asinine reason, I thought that going over to that used car place would bring you something good.

That foreign man who...

"And what were y-you going to do...?"

Instead of words, Lawrence pulls out his clenched fist from his pocket, shiny metal spanning across his knuckles.

What do you do?

>>153218
Nope nope nope
He has a daughter too, remember, we need to find a way to destroy his life more... legally? Senseless violence only begets more violence
Also we don't want the Law to be on the run, either, he knows its dumb so don't do it

>>153218
Go with him and have Lawrence hold down the guy while you feed

>>153218
You want to let him, but you need to say no. You can't just murder a guy, and this will put Law in jeopardy with the law.

STOP THE LAW ASAP

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>>153218
Its time to STOP.

>>153218
Do it.
This is what you want, right?

>>153221
>>153232
Ye.

>>153221
>legally
Honey trap? Use Delilah as bait then have police swoop in?

Steal those pictures in that back room?

Tape the guy doing the deed to someone else?

>>153373
The backroom evidence is the lowest-risk scenario. Allowing him to hurt another girl would be inconceivable, and risking them actually telling the truth about having contacts in the police is unappealing.

>>153373
>Use Delilah as bait

THIS IS A BAD PLAN.

>>153379
Yeh, based on Delilah's luck she'll get captured and forced to be an eternally young sex slave for the rest of her miserable life.

And then probably executed by the government kill squad or something.

>>153379
It's crazy enough to work.

>>153218
Also do this >>153221

>>153446
Are you trying to get suffering? Because that's how you get suffering.

>>153218
Hug him and tell him we love him but we can't let him do that. What if he got caught? Or worse?

>>153511
>LOCAL DICKS'S SPORTING GOODS EMPLOYEE BEATEN TO DEATH BY HOMELESS MAN

Yeah, I can imagine those headlines wouldn't our friends much good.

>>153511
Agreed.

>>153503
I love it.

>>153546
Unless the employee is black and the homeless man is white, there won't be any big headlines. :^)

>>153622
Clever.

It's the eighties, though. The big bad liberal media wasn't out in force yet.

Oh shit oh shit oh shit

Guys

Where's Ms. Buttons?

>>153656
Discarded with our dignity and sanity.

Where is it? Supermarket?
>>153401
She hadn't lost until she goes double peace signs on us.

>>153656
Presumably in Delilah's bag and/or Sue's forgetting to mention her.

>>153401
Sue wouldn't actually let this happen though, that would mean the end of the quest!

>>154250
Sue has only said that she wants to see this quest to the end, not that it will be a happy ending

>>154292
wait really
source?

We need to go back to the club sooner or later, I miss Mr. Faraway.

Inside of you there is a growing conflict, different voices in your head telling you different answers.
Of course there's a big part of you that want revenge, to make those men suffer for what they put you through.

Yet...

Even if that man is a monster, he has a daughter. He is a parent.

And you might be too.

That thought brings back the awful memories as they attempt to cloud your judgement.

Even...even if that man didn't have a family...having him face the wrath of Lawrence would still mean trouble. Lawrence would be on the run, or worse, caught by the police. You would lose one of the few allies you had.

"Lawrence..." You grab his fist, pushing it away and shaking your head.

"You...you can't do this...I don't want to see you angry like this, I don't want you to have to be on the run, or b-back in jail..."

You aren't crying, but you have to wipe away the occasional tear from your face.

"H-how are you going to go with me to t-talk to my mom in a jail cell? How are you going to finish the drawing? How will y-you keep being my friend in jail?"

Lawrence doesn't offer you any response and you fear that he is still set on going. He could easily move you away but you quickly wrap your arms around him.

"I don't want you to do this, please don't just run off...I feel like i-if you do then I'll never s-see you again and...and I l-...like you too much to let you do something like that..."

You finally feel Lawrence move, and you're relieved that he is kneeling down to return your embrace. The cold metal in his hands nearly takes away the warmth he offers.

"Please don't do it..." You whisper, holding him like you are the only thing keeping him from going.

"I...want-ed...to..." His raspy voice fills your ear. "But...I...know bet-ter...then to...just ru-sh in..."

You can feel him take a bit to catch his breath.

"I was...just in...the mom-ent...so rea-dy...to go...hurt peop-le...I've b-...been stand-ing...here...for two...hours...just think-ing...about...it...but I've...been so...angry...lately..."

You can feel his hands clench up some as he says this.

"I thou-ght...I could...help you...and get...that...anger out...but I...know that...doing...that wou-ld...help with...neither of...those things...and you...would ju-st...be more...hurt..."

"Stop talking dummy..." You can tell the use of his voice lately has been taking it's toll. He smiles a bit at your words.

"What...can I...do...to make...you...feel bet-ter...?"

"You can promise me something..."

"What...do you...want?"

>>154322
This.

Also maybe the Law will become good friends with the girls and Mr Faraway himself. He xould be hired as a bouncer and then both would be able to get out of being homeless together. The Law rising 'lilah as his little sister and see her grow up to be a beautiful woman.

Or maybe Delilah will be shot by the government. With can't trust the Sue.

>>154383
Make an honest woman out of us.

Or, you know, being there if... we're actually pregnant and go through with it.

>>154383
"Stay with me...Stay with me, no matter what, and please don't do anything that will get you killed for my sake."

>>154434
>>154435
I thought we didn't want the Law to be a pedo but you guys keep going down that route.

Might as well do it.

>>154443
You keep using that word.

I do not think it means what you think it means.

>>154443
Stay with me doesn't equal have sex with me, anon.

>>154435
This is good

>>154313
I'm pretty sure it she mentioned it sometime in the first thread

>>154383
Stay by my side.
Is this Aniki end?

>>154435
This.

>>154434

Bully him.

"I think I just...need you to stay with me..."

As you say these words you squeeze him tighter.

"P-promise you'll stay with me no matter what...don't go do anything that will get you hurt or k-killed for my sake...I would hate myself forever and ever..."

You continue to think about the things you want.

"I don't think I can handle any...any of this alone...I don't want to do any of it alone...and I don't think there's anyone...anyone else out there would p-put up or stay with someone like me..."

Lawrence pulls back enough to look you in the face.

"You don't...have to...do this...alone." He offers you a small smile.

"I promise." Lawrence ends up coughing after he forces himself to say those last two words out as loud as he could.

"I told you to stop talking..."

You are only given a guilty smile in return for this. The promise of not having to go through this all alone is a small comfort in the sea of your problems. It's almost like you just made a promise for ...

"Hey...do you still have that donut from earlier...I'm starved..."

...

After eating a now stale pastry, you lay back down to sleep. Despite all the sleeping you did earlier, you manage to rest till morning.

Jessica comes over to you, a bowl of oatmeal in her hands for you. As she hands it over she takes a seat next to you.

"Hey, how are you doing?" She asks in a gentle voice.

"Um...that's got a kinda weird answer now..." You say as you spoon some of the lumpy oats into your mouth.

"Alright, I understand. Listen, I just wanted to know if you wanted to come along. I was going to go with Aria, Mabel, and Marilyn to this thrift store in a little bit. During Christmas time they usually have these days where clothes are pretty cheap. Do you want to come along, even if it's just looking?"

>>154679
That... might be a good idea. We could give Lawrence his coat back.

>>154679
That might be a good distraction
But avoid Mable as so far she's accused us of doing drugs and scared us to death with this pregnancy thing.
I know she's trying to help us out but some space away from her might be best for the time being.
Also keep the possibility of being pregnant on the down low for now. No need to go spreading rumors when we don't know anything for sure.

>>154723
I don't know. Wouldn't you be just a little thankful that someone told you that being raped could get you pregnant? Because that's been nowhere near Delilah's mind since it happened.

Beats suddenly showing and thinking you're just bloated.

>>154679
Yeah, let's go with them. That sounds like it could be fun.

>>154723
Eh, Mabel means well. Better for us to worry now than to find out on our own a few months down the road.

>>154759
Maybe eventually but at this point she's still terrified and will look at Mabel as the one that gave her this new thing to scared and worried about

>>154788
That's not really how people work, though. People don't hear someone warn them about something bad and go "oh shit, I'd better avoid this person."

>>154788
She also got her pregnancy tests.

I'm not sure if making Delilah seem incapable of reasoning is the right way to go.

>>154313
Ayo, don't go telling others or nothing but you guys are able to get an ending on a spectrum of Good++ to Bad--, depending on your actions and what not.

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>>154819
I happen to have exclusive, secret footage of the best ending right here.

Going out might do you some good...give you a chance to think about something aside from...that.

"Yeah, sure. I'll come." Jessica's eyes light up as soon as you say this.

"Great! Finish eating and get ready then, we wanna get there soon!"

...

Your group of five are pushed through the snow, mainly driven by Aria's need to arrive quickly to the store. You can see how busy it is before you even go inside, but Aria is adamant about getting those deals. Despite the swarms of people, Mabel and Aria do their best to keep the rest of the group close enough together.

"Oh my GOD this is cute!"

"Eh...this will be good enough for me."

"I like this but...I don't think it will fit me around my..."

"Pappy said I can choose whatever I like with the money he gave me, but I don't know if this will make me look like a grownup..."

"..."

You guys actually have fun pulling down different clothes either for yourself or for another person to try, but you aren't really sure about what you want...

Aria must have noticed this, as she stops her plundering to talk to you.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"I just...don't know what I want I guess..."

"That's fine! I happen to be an expert on this, trust me! Now just give me a moment..."

Aria begins piling different articles of clothing into your arms and pushing you to the dressing room. She insists that you try them all on and come out to model them. The first time you come out you are shocked by the four girls standing outside, waiting to judge you on each piece.

"Eh...that makes her look like a granny..."

...

"This one might be too...um...adult for you...h-here lemme just take that though..."

...

"Hey! That one really goes with your figure, totally stick with that one!"

...

"Ehehe...if you wear that one then all the boys might look and then you'll make your boyfriend jealous~"

After feeling like you're being judged like a piece of meat, you manage to lower your selection down to two shirts and a pair of pants.

Ah...you're still wearing Lawrence's coat...you should probably find something else to wear...

You push your way through the people, trying to find something else you could wear.

...

This...could work...right? It would fit you...

"You know that's a boy jacket, right?" Aria is right behind you as you're holding it up.

"Aw c'mon babe, don't bully her choices." Mabel.

"Hey, I think it could look like...really cute on her!" Jessica.

"Careful, you wear that and people might think you were a boy instead." Marilyn...

[1/2]

>>154933
You decide that you want out of the busy building and make your choice to take the jacket.

"Hey, I think you'll look pretty cool. I mean, a letterman? Reminds me of my high school." Mabel congratulates you on your choice as your clothes are rung up. You hand over $16 and take the bag with your clothes. You'll change into the jacket at the school so you don't have to try and carry the coat.

Soon the five of you are back on the way. As you stand on a corner, waiting for the walk signal to turn green you look up at a billboard you couldn't see on the way there.

And your blood freezes.

Looking down at you in giant print, advertising for his plastic surgery services...

Is the man from your bedroom.

"Oh hey chick, what's wrong? You look sick."

>>154937
>It's nothing, I'm fine.
There's no point in bringing it up as there is nothing we can do right now and it would just be a subject that would make us uncomfortable

>>154937
>freeze up
>try to get breathing under control
>tell them you're fine

>>154819
We're gonna get Lawrence killed, aren't we?
He had had enough pain for one man.
>lose voice because shitter boyfriend of sister
>cripple him and get arrested
>sister goes off to become a crackwhore
>nearly freeze searching for her cross country
>help homeless people for a bit and trying to earn honest Buck for some years
>track her down only to find her dead
>assume this was the inevitable boyfriend end
>see loli at scene
>try to question her but she runs off
>eventually help her as she dangerously evades potential trafficking
>think He can help her since it makes my soul feel good
>turns out to be more damaged than the walls he broke in his life
>turns out she was the one who r1'd his sister
>forgive and forget
>old home ratted out by former trustworthy dude
>blame roger and kill best boy
>Loli stabs him like she did to his sister
>wound probably got septic as we speak due to soap only being used to clean it up
>everyone thinks he is a pedo due to trying to help her unusual ailments
>get sucked to near death by loli
>drunk Loli claims he's just filling the void her sister left in his neck
>nearly break due to slight realisation of unaltruistic nature despite warming up to her and eventually comforted
>loli's addiction is reaching joy-levels, forcing him to lock her up for a night
>had to entomb some dead kid because corpse would've drawn attention
>want to beat the shit out of the man who may have turned her into a teen pregnancy case on MTV but can't due to risk of fucking things up
>eternally jokingly bullied by loli
>hasn't finished drawing of her yet
Lawrence... Lawrence had a hard life.

>>154937
Cling to group of friends and say it's just the weather.

>>154937
"He... Nothing. It's nothing, I'm fine."

Write down the guy's name.

>>154957
>>154937
>>154967

This, and try to remember any information on the billboard for the future.

"It's...nothing. It's fine, I'm just...freezing." You don't take your eyes off the billboard though.

James Bowers

Now...you have his name. And more importantly...an address. You memories it, making a note in your head to write it down along with the addresses of the others.

All too soon the sign goes from red to green, but you're glad that you don't have to see that man's face looming down at you.

The travel back makes you realize how much snow has turned to slush, and you even see the occasional bus and taxi pass by. The other girls are talking and while you occasionally chime in, you keep to yourself. You can't forget that name or address...

Once back at the school you immediately go to write down everything. You now have a list of your attackers and their locations.

James Bowers, the man from your bedroom.

The camping store owner.

The used car shop owner.

The grocery store girls.

You realize that you aren't sure of the condition of at least three of these people. You know that you and Lawrence really hurt those girls, and you did your damage to this...Bowers...but does that mean they're dead? That advertisement look old, they might not have taken it down even if he was dead. Looking at this list makes you feel...angry. And of course, your mother deserves to be on here too but you know that you can always remember her.

What would you like to do now?

>>154937

I'm outnumbered, but tell her in a shaky voice that that's one of the guys who raped us.

Fuck.

>>155164
I'm sorry anon, you did try very hard and that's what matters.

>plastic surgeon
Mum sold us for a boobjob.

>>155175
>>155146

...oh man ahaha

Maybe ask Law about how the two girls are doing, then go see if anyone has like a recent copy of a newspaper or something that might have obituaries?

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>>155175
>Mum sold us for a boobjob.
TOO FAR.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KmnNhYrkfT0

>>155146
See if Lawrence is around so we can give him back his coat. Show him our new jacket so he knows it's all good.

Maybe ask him if we should let Aria or Jessica in more on our situation since Mabel knows. Though maybe Jessica would freak out...

>>155199
Yeah that's something we should have grabbed while we were out
Jessica usually goes and collects them yeah? Maybe ask her for some from the past few days to see if there is any mention of Bowers or the sisters

>>155270
I don't think we should tell anyone else until we know for sure. Don't want any rumors about us starting up. Especially since we haven't decided what to do if it turns out we are.

>>155272
Sounds like a plan.

Also, please tell me that's a death list.

>>155199
>news paper
Finally.

At this point no one can sell us out.
Though wouldn't library be better for archiving?

>>155284
Why are you assuming the girls are going to tell everyone? They haven't told anyone Delilah's been raped.

>>155313
I'm not assuming they will tell everyone but the more people that know the harder it will be to keep on the down low. Who knows what someone might over hear with everyone being in such a confined space.

>>155322
'Confined space' hasn't stopped us before, so you're going to have to come up with another excuse.

You feel like you should return Lawrence's coat, but for now...while you are still thinking about it...
"Hey, Jessica?" You come up to her as she is putting away her own clothes.

"Oh hey, what's up?" She smiles at you as you kneel down beside her.

"You said that you and the kids usually gather the papers, right?"

"Yeah. I mean we haven't since the snow, but I've made sure none of them have your missing ad."

"Thanks, but I need to look through them, actually. Is there a stack of them anywhere that I can see?"

"Oh yeah! I usually just keep them by the kitchen, John's the only one who ever uses them. As long as you put them back when you're done that it should be fine."

You thank her and go to find the papers. They are stacked on the ground, many of them faded or dirty. Sitting there you start going with the top one, flipping through and scanning the headlines.

When you get to the obituaries, you take care to read the names carefully. Your pile soon grows as you continue to look through each one. Nothing....you see a few Bower's ads but other then that you don't see a mention of either places.

Is this a good or a bad thing?

Exhausting through the resources you had, you decide to find Lawrence and return his coat. He's sitting down eating and you offer it back. He tries to insist you keep it.

"No, it's fine. I found me one today, this fits you way better anyways." Lawrence finally accepts the coat back and you decide to sit with him for a bit as he finishes lunch.

What do you talk about?

>>155387
Jobs and education.

What does he do?

>>155387
>>155411

Sounds good. And plans for the future.

>>155411
Better than having him choke on his food because we asked terrible things.