F I N E . (Pafp-ADVANCED-Girl Needed ASAP)

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    [fancypost bgcolor=Black; bordercolor=White; borderwidth=0px; text-align: left; font-size: 25px; font-family: courier; color: white; width: 200px; margin-bottom: -10px;]Wolf.[/fancypost]
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    [color=white]~IC~
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    Oh trust me, I won't mind at all! I try to be on at every moment I can, although some days I do have commitments, so I'd say my activeness is around 7-8.



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    Eliza could be described as a bit cheeky. She is a rather lively character and isn't shy in the least. She'll always have a comeback ready, she's a tad sarcastic, not afraid to talk back. And also, extremely mocking, she tends to enjoy pocking fun at her friends, but she does it in a extremely affectionate manner. Unfortunately, the same can't be said for people she doesn't like. She's loud, her voice could be heard from half a mile off, and also she's very blunt saying what she thinks and not necessarily caring about the consequences. She enjoys dirty humor, or no... She enjoys really any humor and will often be found either laughing her head off, or lightly chuckling at a joke, or perhaps something she was merely thinking of it in head. She's spontaneous, fun loving, and a bit of a risk taker. She lives in the moment and takes things as they come, she doesn't dwell on the past, nor focus on the future. On a less positive note, she does have a bit of a temper, and when angered, or pushed too much can become aggressive, more so in a verbal way, but she has gotten into a few physical fights. Continuing on, she is an extremely good friend, and would take a bullet, or do anything for those she cares about. Eliza can grow quite close to someone and will often become quite attached, and extremely loyal. If you have enough of her affection, she'll - in a sense- cater to
    your every need and do whatever is necessary to keep you happy.

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    [size=16pt]Wolf Quiton




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    Wolf is a quick learning young man, with a nack for getting what he wants. He is extremely untrusting as well as untrustworthy, and tends to be quite paranoid. He is very strong and can take pretty much anything, but he has quite a temper. He has little concept of morals or social rules. This male is rather blunt and does not really care if he hurts anyone's feelings. He is very accepting on a positive note, and really just wants to make it. He has little sense of humor, but loves music. Deep down, he is very insecure and really wants to have someone to trust. His love and affection is buried deep in the back of Wolf's mind, and it can't wait to be used for the first time.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=Black; bordercolor=White; borderwidth=0px; text-align: left; font-size: 25px; font-family: courier; color: white; width: 200px; margin-bottom: -10px;]Wolf.[/fancypost]
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    It was a cold, wet day in Michigan, around six in the evening. Wolf was sitting with his newest aquaintince, a girl his age named Eliza. Eliza Carroll. They were in the living room, and she was teaching him to read. He stared at the word presented to him on notebook paper, and chewed on his lip. "F...f-friend. Friend?" he looked up to her. It was a bit odd watching someone his age struggle, but he was learning quickly. His dark, messy hair and dark clothing the girl had bought from the thrift store for him contrasted with his skin. He was a very short young man, shorter than the girl. However he had a lot of lean muscle. Though small, he could beat the h*ll out of you before you could make a move.
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    Wolf did not seem to react to her joke, but when she presented the next word, he paused for a bit before answering,
    "Uh...ea-gle...right? Eagle..."
    He muttered lowly, once more looking to her. He wanted to get a job soon, and be like a normal person.
    "how much longer until I can get a job?"
    He asked, as if he thought it would be sometime soon.

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    [color=white]~IC~
    His stormy gray eyes shot up to her face, turning to steel. He studied her for a moment, struggling to see the betrayal in her eyes. When he looked away he began to consider this. Though he saw nothing but friendliness, he could never be sure, he could trust no one, not even himself. Why should he rush into this? He did not need anyone's help… except, he did. She was already helping him...but why wouldn't she cheat him, use him...destroy him. Everything, all of his hard work to build up his strength. He had spent his entire life practicing the art--the martial art--the of how to get away unscathed. What if she defeated him in battle? On the other had, what if she was truly being honest and just wanted to help? No. He should no better than to ask that question. No one ever did anything simply to please others. Even if they sincerely want to help, they only wanted to do this because I made him or her feel morally superior. It had nothing to do with him...however why did it matter their motive? As long as they honestly were going to help, it should not matter to him. Really, whatever he did would be simply for himself, not her.


    He pondered with himself for quite a while, before he answered,
    "Why do you want me to spend the night?"
    He asked carefully,
    "don't lie. I can tell when people lie."

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px white solid; height: 70px; width: 540px; font-size: 40px; color: white; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 10px; margin-top: -3px;] Madam Red[/fancypost]


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    "In all honesty..." She started, fidgeting slightly, looking down and wringing out her hands. "I'm worried about you. You won't tell me where you sleep, yo-" She stopped, no, it was sounding like she was babying him, she'd just leave it with the simple statement. "I'm just worried." She repeated earnestly. [/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px white solid; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 6px; color: white; margin-right: -450px;][c]trashie[/fancypost]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=Black; bordercolor=White; borderwidth=0px; text-align: left; font-size: 25px; font-family: courier; color: white; width: 200px; margin-bottom: -10px;]Wolf.[/fancypost]
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    "What are keeping from me? Finish your first sentence. And then tell me whatever else I don't know about this."
    He demanded. What she had told him was sincere, it was clear to him she wanted to help. But keeping something from him was not acceptable. He expected in what she said next to be something along the lines of pity, or at least that was probably the truth. She didn't want him to know that she pitied him, because she knew he didn't like pity, but he already knew she pitied him. This was a test, to see if she was serious about wanting his trust and that she was trustworthy. The only right answer was pity.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px white solid; height: 70px; width: 540px; font-size: 40px; color: white; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 10px; margin-top: -3px;] Madam Red[/fancypost]


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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px white solid; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 6px; color: white; margin-right: -450px;][c]trashie[/fancypost]

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    He blinked. She might actually be trustworthy...he would sen go as far as to say he might tell her a bit more about himself...she was being truthful, and all she wanted to do was help, even if it was just because it made her fell good about herself...he paused for a long time, a bit of hope glimmering in his eyes. He looked away from her, studying the ground and hoping she would not notice that he was letting his guard down even more than he already had been.
    “I don’t need your help or your pity.”
    He sneered back, making sure he made himself clear that he could leave at any time.
    “If there is anything–and I mean ANYTHING–that I think looks suspicious, I will leave and you will be sorry for what you have done. I will get to know everything that goes on during my stay, and you will not get away with anything. I won’t jack-up your sh!t as along as you dot jack-up mine, but if you do, there will be h*ll to pay. Got it?”
    the look he was giving her was a look of death, a look that could make even the toughest man cringe a bit. He was very serious, and could not bring himself to say outright that he was going to stay here. It was getting very cold outside, and he always struggled to stay alive during these months. He knew he needed this, but he was not going to make look like he did. Showing people your weaknesses allowed space for being taken advantage of. However careful he was, he still felt like he was betraying himself, and that he should not be doing this.
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    He chewed on his lip, thinking.
    “Uhh...”
    he swallowed, his eyes darting everywhere, considering his options, before nodding.
    “Yeah.”
    he muttered,
    “I should not be long, all of my stuff is nearby. I should be back in less than 30 minutes or so.”
    he did not meet her eyes, he only studied his sneakers. They were surprisingly rather nice, fairly clean. They were running shoes, and they looked fairly comfortable.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px white solid; height: 70px; width: 540px; font-size: 40px; color: white; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 10px; margin-top: -3px;] Madam Red[/fancypost]


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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px white solid; border-top: 5px double white; overflow: auto; height: 200px; width: 360px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 10px; color: white; text-align: justify; margin-top: -30px; margin-right: -20px;]Eliza frowned slightly, she would've liked to help him get his stuff, but if had wanted her help, he would've asked. "Alright, I'll just tidy up around here then." She laughed in a cheerful voice, walking over to the door to open it for him.[/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px white solid; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 6px; color: white; margin-right: -450px;][c]trashie[/fancypost]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=Black; bordercolor=White; borderwidth=0px; text-align: left; font-size: 25px; font-family: courier; color: white; width: 200px; margin-bottom: -10px;]Wolf.[/fancypost]
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    He returned later that night with a heavy-duty looking backpack, and heavy coat on. He was fairly silent once he had entered the house. He had to admit he could really use a shower, but he did not want ask for one. He would make-up a lie so he could shower sometime tonight. after realizing he did not know where the girl was, Wolf called out to her,
    “Eliza!"




    He glanced around, noticing it was slightly cleaner than it had been when he had come over the first time. He kind of liked that she felt the need to tidy up for him, because that meant she respected him. She was making it difficult to remind himself to be wary. She was cracking him after the months they had spent together. She was giving him little resin not to trust her, which some part of him hated, while another part f him loved. He had water for so long to trust someone and not to be betrayed. All he wanted was the truth, was that so hard to manage?




    Honesty was, after all, the most important quality in a person.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px white solid; height: 70px; width: 540px; font-size: 40px; color: white; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 10px; margin-top: -3px;] Madam Red[/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=white; border: 0px white solid; height: 20px; width: 481px; opacity: 0.25; margin-top: -55px; margin-right: -20px;][/fancypost]


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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px white solid; border-top: 5px double white; overflow: auto; height: 200px; width: 360px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 10px; color: white; text-align: justify; margin-top: -30px; margin-right: -20px;]At the sound of her name, Eliza came hurrying out a room, rubbing her eyes quickly. "Oh shoot, I'm sorry I must've fallen asleep." she partly yawned with an apologetic smile, before giving a small laugh. "Well, would you like a grand welcoming? Or I could just show you to your room~ I prepared it nice for you, basically meaning I made the bed and stuff but whatever. Oh you must be hungry, or want some food. Oh wait, a shower... I have a bathroom across the hall from your room. Or maybe you just want to be alone." She rapid fired. [/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px white solid; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 6px; color: white; margin-right: -450px;][c]trashie[/fancypost]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=Black; bordercolor=White; borderwidth=0px; text-align: left; font-size: 25px; font-family: courier; color: white; width: 200px; margin-bottom: -10px;]Wolf.[/fancypost]
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    He stared at her for a moment as she offered him things. She seemed a bit nervous, but that could be expected. She was letting a young man off the streets into her home. It irritated him that she he was starving, and that she had noticed how greasy his hair was and how dirty he was. He smelled of gasoline and sweaty clothes. Both of her assumptions were true, but it still irritated him. But at least she was not hiding it. He shrugged after she finished blabbing,
    "just tell me where my room is."
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