A Silent Scream {PAFP}

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    ✩ Freya Smith || Seventeen

    Single || Mute || Pup: Millie


    Sunlight peaked through every crack in the wall as the day began, dragging a young girl from her sleep. The walls of the little house, or the little shack rather, squeaked with every breeze. There was hardly any isolation so it was mostly hot all day, and could get very cold at night. However, with no rent to pay and no land lord, it was the best Freya could do.


    Shifting on her makeshift bed, she reached down and pet the small pup that slept at her feet. Little Millie, the only one Freya could trust anymore. She watched as the pup stretched out and woke up, laughing lightly. Her little tail wagged on the sheets, creating a little swishing sounds. Moments later, the small pup was on the floor, tugging Freya's shoes from beneath the bed. As Freya got up, the pup then ran over to a worn out, sorry excuse of a table and tugged Freya's jacket from the edge. Freya enjoyed their little routine, little Millie being very quick to learn.


    Freya slipped on her shoes and took her jacket from Millie, giving the pup a quick scratch behind the ear. Tugging on her jacket, she slipped her hand in the pocket, feeling the cash she kept there. Only a little bit left. I'll have to be careful of what I buy from now on... She picked up the pink leash she kept by the door and bent down to leash up little Millie. She liked that she had trained her little pup to understand signs instead of words.


    You see, Freya is mute. She can't speak, never has been able to. Due to circumstances, Millie was the only one she could trust now. Without her pup, Freya was sure she wouldn't be able to operate in this world. Alright, time for some breakfast. There was a little cafe in town that she had become a regular at in the small time she had been here. The owner was nice to her, and it was only a little walk. She made a quick motion to Millie and pup let out a small bark, taking lead to leave the small shed that they now called home.


    {{ Freya Smith is a seventeen year old girl that is mute, alone, and currently homeless. She should be in school, yes, but with very little money and no place to call her own, it was hard to even imagine such a thing for her. Y/C is pretty much up to your imagination. Bad boy, gentleman, up to you. However, when Y/C meets Freya for the first time, curiosity sparks. But due to Freya being distrusting, distant, and mute it makes growing close to her rather difficult. But when Freya's past comes to haunt her, she'll need everything she has to fight it once again. }}


    Hey there! Thanks for sticking with me this far. If you're interested just jump in with your beginning post and a pic of your character.


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    Wyatt Andrews || Nineteen || Single || Dog: Dodger


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    Wyatt pulled the scarf around his neck as he hurried downstairs, pulling open the door, only to hear barking behind him. "Dodger, you want to come with?" The young man gently kneeled down, rubbing the fluffy animal between his floppy ears. "Alright, let's go. Just a quick walk." He offered a tiny smile to the animal and attached a cheap black leash to the animal's collar. before the pair exited the small townhouse.


    "Wyatt, could you pick up some biscuits and coffee from Mrs. Harts cafe down the street?"


    Glancing over his shoulder, Wyatt smiled softly as he saw his mother slowly walking down the stairs. "Sure, momma, go back to bed, I won't be long. I'm bringing Dodger with me." He smiled to his mother and shut the door behind him. "You don't mind, right buddy?" Wyatt glanced down at his dog before lifting a lighter to the black 'n' mild he had placed between his lips, inhaling deeply, and releasing the smoke with an elongated sigh. The dog softly whimpered, sneezing as he pawed at Wyatt's jean leg. "Right, right...sorry. This'll be it for this morning. I promise." He smiled softly and walked towards the cafe, continuing to smoke the cigarette.


    As he arrived at the small building, Wyatt carefully tied Dodger up outside to a telephone pole and pet the pup between his ears. "I'll be back, if you're good, you might get a biscuit and some coffee too." Wyatt teased and entered the small coffee shop after putting out his cigarette. "Mrs. Hart?" The young man smiled, seeing an elderly woman walk over to him.


    "Wyatt! Staying out of trouble, I hope. Can't have another juvie situation on our hands. Forget that though, how's your mother?"


    "Momma's good, speaking of whom, she wanted me to come grab some coffee and biscuits." Wyatt replied, running his hands through his short, curly hair.


    "Of course, of course. Freshly baked this morning for my favorite customers."


    Wyatt had known Eileen Hart since he was a kid, as he mother and the cafe owner were close friends. At the same time, Eileen was his mentor and took care of him and his mother. During the summer, Wyatt worked as a barista at the cafe, but hardly made anything, so during the school year, he found...less than moral ways to earn money. But, whatever payed the bills, and what his mother knew wouldn't kill her. He hoped.

    ✩ Freya Smith || Seventeen

    Single || Mute || Pup: Millie


    {Thanks for joining me!}


    Freya smiled as she felt the sunlight on her skin, knowing today was going to be a nice day. Weather like this was always welcomed as she didn't have to worry about trying to stay cool or heated in her small shack. She glanced around at the town she had decided to remain in, knowing that many would never know she was here. She didn't mind, and honestly it made things easier. The lower a profile she kept, the better.


    Looking at Millie, the little Australian Shepherd was enjoying her walk. Her tail was wagging and there was a prep in her step. Occasionally, the little pup would glance back to her own, only to receive a nod and smile. Knowing she was doing good, she would continue on her merry way. It had been quite the task, but training Millie this far had been good for Freya.


    Seeing the cafe come into view, the duo quickly crossed the street, Freya beginning to feel her stomach growl. Just have to be sure not to over spend, she reminded herself, knowing her cash was limited. That also reminded her to try and find a job, though that was going to be easier said than done.


    Upon seeing another dog there, Millie was immediately curious. However, she kept her attention on Freya as she was suppose to as the young girl tied the leash to the leg of a nearby outside chair. She held up her hand, fingers together and palm out, and Millie took the command to sit. Bending her hand down, Millie then laid down, earning a scratch behind the ear. I'll get you a treat. Turning, Freya then stepped into the small cafe, met with the aroma that immediately made her feel all the more hungry.



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    Wyatt Andrews || Nineteen || Single || Dog: Dodger

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    OOC: No problemo! I was thinking Millie could have run off with Dodger, and that would be how Freya and Wyatt meet

    Dodger had been laying on the warm concrete, his eyes closed with his head on his small paws. Hearing footsteps with quieter paw steps, the animal immediately hopped to his paws and looked at the two strangers, one a dog, the other a person. he tilted his head as he watched the dog get tied up while the person head inside. Now, Dodger was a smart dog, he'd found out how to do things most couldn't. At least, the most he could do with two paws. Instead of just a collar, Dodger wore a harness as well, and that was where the leash had held onto him. Twisting and turning, jumping and rolling, the small animal finally managed to get the leash clip to release him. Wagging his tail victoriously, he made his way over to the other dog, his brilliant blue eyes sparkling with curiosity.


    Wyatt sat quietly on his phone, looking up just slightly as he heard the shop's bell ring. It had only just opened, an seeing as he was the first customer of the day, this person was the second. He lived in a rather small town, the population easily counted up to. All that, and yet, he'd never seen this girl before. Granted, he didn't get a good look at her face, but something seemed a little off about her. Returning his attention to his phone as he waited, the young man ran his fingers slowly through his hair.


    "Wyatt, here you are, pumpkin. Say hello to your mother for me." Eileen smiled and placed a sweet kiss on his cheek before handing the baked goods over. "And stay out of trouble, young man."


    "Yes ma'am, I won't cause any trouble this week." Wyatt smiled softly and nodded to the young woman who had entered the shop before turning to head outside. "Dodge? Hey, buddy, where'd you run off to?" His whispered, looking around the area. Spotting the leash still tied to the pole, he narrowed his eyes. "Dodger!" He called, more annoyance in his voice. He always did this. It was a wonder why he still brought the mixed pup out with him. Looking around the area, he let out a defeated sigh. He needed to bring the baked goods home. Then he'd go and search more thoroughly for the pup, hopefully he would find him before noon.

    ✩ Freya Smith || Seventeen

    Single || Mute || Pup: Millie


    Millie looked up when she heard the other dog shuffling nearby, watching how he seemed to slide from his harness and collar. Her tail wagged curiously as he approached, her head tilting to the side as she sniffed the air slightly. She hadn't be around other dogs due to her still being a pup and her owner being more on the solitary side. Her ears pricked up enthusiastically, the young pup growing excited at meeting this new dog.


    Freya watched the exchange take place between the owner of the cafe and the young man that was there. She waited patiently, bringing out her money to count in the meantime. She sighed, stuffing it back into her pocket. It was an amount that wasn't safe to be carrying around, but it wasn't much to live on.


    She looked up as the young man walked off, and looked at the pastries and drink offers. Her stomach growled, and she wanted to eat so much of what was sitting there, but she kept her self control. And don't forget Millie, she thought as she decided on a muffin and a bottle of water for herself, while she began to search for something for Millie.


    Freya had always been a small girl but now, due to circumstances, it was clear that she was smaller than she should be. She wasn't exactly starving, yet, but she wasn't eating well either. When I get a job, things will look up she thought, though she wondered how she could get a job when she couldn't communicate worth her life.



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    Wyatt Andrews || Nineteen || Single || Dog: Dodger

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    Before I make my next post, is it alright if Millie ran off with Dodger, and that's how Freya and Wyatt meet?

    Wyatt Andrews || Nineteen || Single || Dog: Dodger

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    Wyatt sighed with annoyance as he returned to the cafe after dropping off the food back home. "Dodger!" He called, cupping his hands around his mouth as he continued to search for his dog. Where could the pup have gone? Looking at the leash in his hands, he shook his head. With luck, he hadn't gotten out of his collar as well. Dodger was too sweet to go the pound just because he lost his tags. "Mrs. Hart? Um, you wouldn't have happened to see Dodger run off, did you?" He sighed as Eileen gave a confused look.


    "No Wyatt, I've been inside all morning. Where could that little pup have gone this time?"


    "I'm not sure...you know he's always getting himself into trouble. Well, thanks anyway. I'll see if I can find him. Can't have gone far." Wyatt smiled gratefully before exiting the shop once more.


    "Poor thing...I hope that little pup is alright." Eileen sighed quietly and gently handed over Freya's order with a soft smile. "That'll be on the house sweetheart. Don't worry about it." Eileen smiled sweetly, noticing the crumpled dollars the girl had. "And I tossed an extra biscuit in there for your adorable dog." She winked and head to the back of the store to bake more goods.

    ✩ Freya Smith || Seventeen

    Single || Mute || Pup: Millie


    Freya noticed that in the time it took for her to throw her order together, actually order it, and then wait for it to be done, the young man from before had returned. However, he was holding a leash in his hand. After hearing what he had to say, she frowned slightly. Losing his pup... Freya couldn't imagine losing Millie. She wouldn't know what to do.


    The owner's words interrupted her thoughts as she handed Freya the food, though her comment made a bright, and grateful, smile cross her lips. She bowed her head to the woman, showing the only way she knew how to say thank you without using sign language. Peeking into the bag, she noticed everything was there and then turned to make her way out of the cafe and back to Millie.


    However, the sight that met her was something that made her stop in her tracks. Millie's leash lay on the ground where Freya had left her, but Millie was no longer there. Freya began to look around frantically, bending to untie the leash. Oh Millie, where could you have gone?! She knew her pup was curious, but to leave like this? Placing two fingers between her lips, Freya released a long, high whistle, hoping her pup would hear and return.



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    Wyatt Andrews || Nineteen || Single || Dog: Dodger

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    Wyatt shook his head, his hands in his pockets as he dropped his gaze. He needed to get a tracker for the rebellious scamp. Looking over his shoulder as he heard a whistle, he smiled as he saw the young woman from the cafe. "Yours gone too huh? I'm willing to bet they're together." He laughed softly and motioned for her to follow. "We can look for them together if you're up for it. I'm Wyatt." He offered a warm smile, offering his hand to shake hers.


    Dodger barked, wagging his tail happily as he looked up at the sausage cart. He'd done this plenty of times, and the sausage man was always happy to see him. "Dodger! Run off from Wyatt again?" The man smiled at the pup, gently petting his head before looking over at Millie. "Hey girl...come here." He smiled sweetly at the pup and pet her as well. "Let me see what I can find for the both of you." He grinned, turning his portly body before grabbing two sausages, tossing one to each of the small pups. "Good looking out, Dodger, take care of her, you hear? Get back to Wyatt before you worry him." Dodger picked up the sausage, eating it quietly, his ears flicking as he listened to the sausage man speak. Walking away slowly, he waited for Millie to follow, leading her down the street, until he heard a sharp whistle. That didn't sound like Wyatt, but he knew from being with Millie, her owner was nice and sweet, a lot like Wyatt.


    Wyatt walked down the street, his hands dug into his pockets with a sigh. "Any idea where they could have gone?" He asked softly, his shoulders sagged with worry. Dodger ran off a lot, but it was more often to scare him. He'd always come back in no time at all, but Wyatt was sincerely worried about the little animal.

    ✩ Freya Smith || Seventeen

    Single || Mute || Pup: Millie


    Freya looked over as she heard a voice nearby and caught sight of the male from before. She agreed with him. Millie probably got curious about his dog. As he outstretched his hand, she took it, giving it a shake. Might as well go along. Two looking for pups is better than one.


    Millie followed Dodger wherever he went, though was happy when she smelled sausage. Getting one made it all better and she sat beside Dodger as she ate hers. She licked her lips, not being able to have treats like this very often. When Dodger began to leave again, she followed along, though her ears soon stood up as she heard a whistle. She instantly knew that it was Freya.


    Hearing his question, Freya offered a small shrug and shook her head, her gaze searching the streets as they walked. Besides Millie, Freya was alone on this world. Losing her would not be very good.



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    Wyatt Andrews || Nineteen || Single || Dog: Dodger

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    Wyatt smiled softly as he searched for Dodger. "Dodge! Where you at buddy?" He whistled and continued looking for his pup.


    Dodger's ears perked as he heard a sharp whistle. Turning to Millie, he barked at her, motioning with his head. It was time to go, they couldn't stay out for too long. He knew the dog catcher would be out soon, and they had to go.


    Wyatt looked up, spotting a familiar pup. "Come here you little rascal!" Wyatt ran towards Dodger, who barked excitedly and ran away. "Dodger! Can we go get breakfast? Please?" He sighed and looked over his shoulder. "Thanks for your help! You guys should...actually come by my place for breakfast. I think i'm a pretty good cook, and I usually make too much by accident. Could use a hand getting rid of it all." He smiled, rubbing his neck. He glanced down as Dodger returned to his side, the pup barking at Freya and Millie in a friendly manner. "Besides, I think Dodge could use the company." He suggested once again. He didn't want to force her if she didn't want to, but he never caught her name, and he wanted to thank her for her help finding Dodger.

    ✩ Freya Smith || Seventeen

    Single || Mute || Pup: Millie

    When Millie heard a second whistle, she knew that it was best to be heading back. When Dodger motioned for her to follow, she did so willingly, already missing Freya. However, she had enjoyed their little outing.


    Upon spotting Millie, Freya dropped down low and outstretched her arms.Oh thank goodness! she thought as her wriggling puppy jumped into her arms, releasing a happy bark. She was thankful they had been found. She set Millie down and held up her hand again like before, and Millie sat. Freya then leashed her, not wanting to go through this again.


    Rising, she turned towards Wyatt as he offered coming to his place. Her stomach growled at the mention of breakfast and she placed a hand over it, her cheek lighting into a red hue from embarrassment. However, Millie barked excitedly along side Dodger, and Freya knew that if they didn't go with him they would simply be alone in their little shack.


    Deciding to take his offer, Freya nodded towards him and bowed her head once more. She didn't like to attempt sign language in case others didn't know it, so learning actions and using them and become second nature.



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    Wyatt Andrews || Nineteen || Single || Dog: Dodger

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    Wyatt crouched over to learn Dodger before he could run off again. "Come on you little troublemaker, you really scared me, buddy." He murmured to his dog and glanced at Freya with a tiny smile. "I've never seen you at school or around town, are you new?" He asked casually and shrugged. He couldn't deny that she was an attractive young woman, but looks certainly weren't everything. He smiled as she agreed to his offer and motioned for her to follow him the the small town house he lived in with Dodger and his sickly mother.


    As they approached his house, Wyatt jogged up the small flight of stairs and opened the door. "Mom, I'm home!" He called up the stairs, unleashing Dodger so he was free to run around, though the animal remained glued to Wyatt's side. The young man smiled softly and opened up the pastry box he'd purchased from the cafe. Putting three croissants and two dog biscuits on two separate baking sheets, he slid them into the over to warm up just a bit. While he waitwd, he motion to the bar tool at the island counter in the middle of the kitchen while he leaned carefully on the counter. "Your dog's adorable by the way, sorry Dodger's a bad influence." He chuckled and grabbed a notebook from a small drawer filled with markers, pencils, and notebooks. "Here." He slid the packet of paper to Freya witha pen.

    ✩ Freya Smith || Seventeen

    Single || Mute || Pup: Millie

    Freya followed Wyatt as he began to walk on, Millie trotting happily at her heels. Millie could smell the biscuits that Freya had within the bag she was still carrying, and was eager to get to them. At Wyatt's question as to if she was new, Freya nodded slightly. She wouldn't lie. She had no reason to. Besides, maybe knowing someone around here would help her odds of surviving here a bit better. Besides, he didn't seem so bad. He had helped find Millie, and was offering her food.


    Upon arriving at his house, Freya took it all in as she entered. Her house before hadn't been much of a welcoming place, in both looks and atmosphere. However, his house was a different story, and she thought it looked wonderful. As she entered, she unleashed Millie, and the curious puppy began to sniff around at their new surroundings, taking in all the new smells.


    Freya followed Wyatt to the kitchen, where she smiled at his comment before being handed the notepad and pen. She looked shocked for a split second before she took it and quickly began to write. 'You picked up my problem rather quickly' she wrote, her handwriting a mix between print and cursive, but neat and elegant. She was referring to her inability to speak, of course, though she was used to people simply asking out right instead of assuming. This just proved he was observant.



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    Wyatt Andrews || Nineteen || Single || Dog: Dodger

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    "I've been told I've got a sixth sense." Wyatt joked after reading what she'd written before shrugging. "I think it has something more to do with me being an intellect." He smiled gently and turned around, changing the heat from 250 to just warm while he maneuvered around the kitchen to reach the fridge, grabbing a few eggs, cheese, and bacon. His mother loved it when he cooked for her, and seeing as her time was only growing nearer, he continued cooking, breakfast lunch and dinner, coming home during lunch at school, so his mother didn't have to eat alone.


    As he prepped and began cooking, he turned around once again, giving Freya his undivided attention. "So you said you were new right? How do you like it here? I know there's not much to do, but the people here are pretty friendly." He explained, talking just a little bit with his hands. It was habit of course, not necessarily a bad one, but definitely not a good one. Glsncjng doen at his feet, he shook his head as Dodger ran over his feet, clumsily tripping before being tackled by Casper, his mother's Himalayan cat. Amusement flashed in his eyes at the silly sight and he returned cooking.


    Dodger and Casper rolled around on the floor for a little while before Casper jumped onto the island in front of Freya, gently climbing her shoulders before laying down there.


    When Wyatt turned around again, he couldn't help but laugh a bit, sliding Freya a fried egg, cheese and bacon croissant. "I'll be right back." He smiled softly and picked up a plate, heading quiet upstairs. "Mom? Breakfast is ready." He smiled softly, his eyes resting on his mother who lay on her death bed.


    "Who were you talking to, my little Hercules?" She asked with a smile, poking Wyatt's cheek.


    Shaking his head, the young man only smiled "Just a friend, Dodger ran off and she helped me find her, so I figured I'd treat her to breakfast." He explained, running his neck as he set the plate of food down on a portable table he carefully set up on her bed.


    "Oh, I see, little Wyatt's got himself a girlfriend." His mother teased.


    Wyatt blushed and quickly shook his head "No momma, just a friend" he laughed softly and gently hugged his mother.


    "Don't wear your heart on your sleeve, Hercules..."


    "Yes momma." He smiled softly at his mother's fond nickname she's called him since he was a child. "Eat up, Mrs. Hart made sure that it was fresh, and I just...spiced it up a bit." He winked before leaving his mother's room, jogging back downstairs to the kitchen.


    "Hope I didn't keep you waiting too long." Wyatt smiled, making his own croissandwich before taking a sleep at her side.

    ✩ Freya Smith || Seventeen

    Freya smiled at his comment, watching him as he cooked. The smell of the food was making her stomach growl more, and it had been so long since she had a cooked meal. At his question, she nodded as she began to write on her paper. 'Its quite here, and peaceful. I really like it.' She glanced down as she heard the scuffle and smiled as she watched Dodger being chased by a cat, Millie following close with her tail wagging.


    Freya looked at the cat as it hopped onto the island and squirmed slightly as it climbed upon her shoulders, it's fur tickling her neck. However, when the food was placed before her, she forgot about it all. As Wyatt left, she began to eat the croissant, slowly. She to her not eating much on a regular basis, she didn't want to get sick off of it.


    She sighed slightly at the taste and loved that she was able to have some. Though her thoughts soon shifted to Wyatt, and what could be wrong with his mom. When he returned, she shook her head slightly as he spoke of making her wait long, clearly enjoying her food.



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    Wyatt Andrews || Nineteen || Single || Dog: Dodger

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    Wyatt smiled brightly and ate his own sandwich. "I'm glad you like it." He smiled brightly and grabbed two glasses, filling them both with orange juice, sliding one across the counter to her. "What's a good breakfast without a little vitamin C?" He winked, placing the orange juice pitcher between them so she could have more if she liked. "I hope I thanked you properly for helping me find Dodger, I know Casper would have been lonely without him." Wyatt chuckled, nodding to the white cat around her shoulders before it moved to the counter and jumped to the cat jungle to sleep peacefully.


    "He's my mother's, but since she got sick, the little tyrant finds any female he can to sit on her shoulders." He chuckled with a shake of his head, watching the cat climb the stairs to the second floor, supposedly to his mother's room. "Do you have any family here?" He asked curiously, wanting to get to know this girl who pretty much popped into existence today.

    Freya grinned as he got out the orange juice and gingerly sipped her glass. This was a heavenly breakfast compare to most that she had had recently. She was enjoying this greatly and nodded multiple times as he spoke of thanking her enough. She couldn't express how much this meant at a time like this to her.


    As he asked about her family, she shook her head and wrote on the paper once more. 'No. It's just me and Millie, but I'm okay with it. It makes things peaceful.' Being away from her family was exactly why she had come here. Besides, all she had was her father now, but Gregg wasn't much to talk about anyways. Not that she would want to either.


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