little do you know (p) i’m still haunted by the memory

You can tell me a bit about your character and then we'll start. Do you wanna play the boys or would you want me to play one?

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[fancypost bgcolor=#F7A277; bordercolor=#FAC1A5; borderwidth=1px; width: 315px; height: auto; padding: 10px;][justify]//awesome! I'll start. I roleplay in first person, by the way. hope you don't mind.

I walked down the street of this small town. I had been told by the locals that they had seen a guy who fits the description of my dad. I walked until I saw a motel. I looked to the side and saw the sun was setting. I sighed quietly before I walked towards the lobby, hoping that whoever the receptionist was wouldn't have a problem with a thirteen year old girl checking into a motel room. As I walked in, I figured I may as well ask if they had seen my dad.
"Excuse me." I said as I walked up to the counter. I let my backpack slip off my back and onto the floor. The receptionist was a woman with blonde hair and light green eyes. She was reading a book, but looked up when she heard me. I dug out a picture of my dad and put it on the counter. I pushed it towards the lady.
"Have you seen anybody that looks like this check in?" I asked. She studied the picture.
"Yeah, why do you ask?" She asked. "He's my dad and he left me back at the last motel." I explained. She nodded.
"He's staying in room 14. He just checked in about an hour ago." She said, picking her book back up and continued reading. My eyes widened as I fully took in what she was saying.
"Uh...T-Thanks." I stuttered as I picked up my backpack. I walked outside of the lobby, hesitating for a minute before I went looking for the room.
I eventually found the door that had 14 painted on it. I almost couldn't believe it. I took in a deep breath, taking a step towards the door. My hand formed into a fist as I knocked on the door. I took a step back once I let my arm fall to my side.

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[fancypost bgcolor=#F7A277; bordercolor=#FAC1A5; borderwidth=1px; width: 315px; height: auto; padding: 10px;][justify]"Hey, is Dean Winchester here? I need to talk to him." I asked. I was somewhat surprised when I saw a woman answer the door. I scratched the back of my head, I was feeling quite nervous.
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[fancypost bgcolor=#F7A277; bordercolor=#FAC1A5; borderwidth=1px; width: 315px; height: auto; padding: 10px;][justify]When I saw his face, I couldn't help but hesitate for a few seconds. I almost couldn't believe it was actually him. I cleared my throat.
"Nice to meet you, Dean. I'm Blake. More specifically, Blake Winchester." I said. "I'm your daughter."
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[fancypost bgcolor=#F7A277; bordercolor=#FAC1A5; borderwidth=1px; width: 315px; height: auto; padding: 10px;][justify]"You heard me right.." I said. "You see, at one point you were in Montana and you ended up sleeping with this girl, Victoria Johnston, who was my mother. Two weeks later you disappear to God knows where and nine months later, she gives birth to me." I explained, hoping he would believe me. "Thirteen years later, Victoria dies and I'm forced to live with my crazy grandparents. So, I ran away and decided to look for you, my dad."
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[fancypost bgcolor=#F7A277; bordercolor=#FAC1A5; borderwidth=1px; width: 315px; height: auto; padding: 10px;][justify]I giggled slightly, leaning over as it formed into a loud laugh.
"Awwwh, that's cute, you're acting like you have a choice." I said, smiling. My smile disappeared as I continued talking. "I spent five miserable months of my life just looking for you, and now you're saying that I can't be with you? I don't have anywhere to go. My grandparents have probably forgotten about me at this point, and the rest of my family lives in f*cking Europe. So, what do you suggest I do? Walk all the way back to Montana?" I raised my voice to prove my point.
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[fancypost bgcolor=#F7A277; bordercolor=#FAC1A5; borderwidth=1px; width: 315px; height: auto; padding: 10px;][justify]"Please, let me stay with you. I would rather die than go back to Montana. In Montana, nobody cares for me. But I thought if I found you, somebody would decide that I mean something to them." I explained. I felt tears forming in my eyes.
"Whatever, I'm just wasting my time, right? This entire conversation is going to end with me going to Montana. I'll...just go, I guess." I said, starting to walk away as a tear rolled down my cheek.
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[fancypost bgcolor=#F7A277; bordercolor=#FAC1A5; borderwidth=1px; width: 315px; height: auto; padding: 10px;][justify]I looked up at him, cracking a smile before laughing.
"You think I'm actually going to Montana? Buddy, I wasn't going there with or without you." I said. I pulled out a map from my hoodie's pocket.
"I have an entire map of the United States. I figured I would go to San Diego first, enjoy the weather and stuff, then go to Las Vega, steal a ukulele from an old lady and play it to get money for a plane ticket to New York. I'll go to Times Square, look around, then visit Niagara Falls and take a boat ride and jump into the freezing cold water and die. That sounds a lot better than going back to Montana, doesn't it?" I explained, stuffing the map back into my pocket.
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[fancypost bgcolor=#F7A277; bordercolor=#FAC1A5; borderwidth=1px; width: 315px; height: auto; padding: 10px;][justify]"I'll take that as a no." I said, following after him.
"Besides, what could be so dangerous about your life?" I asked him, a smile forming on my face.
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[fancypost bgcolor=#F7A277; bordercolor=#FAC1A5; borderwidth=1px; width: 315px; height: auto; padding: 10px;][justify]I walked in the room after Dean. I glanced over at Astrid.
"Why is she cleaning a gun?" I asked, pointing over to her.
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