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Tayssi
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Original poster
RP between Tayssi & Sami
Kaia Harlyn Farah
Digging into her jeans pocket, she tried to find a hair tie, but instead she only found a clip. It would have to do. Instead of tying her hair up like she had wanted to do, Kaia simply clipped her fringe away from her face so it was away from her eyes. Glancing around, seeing the empty streets, she pulled up her hoodie, letting it fall part away to her eyes. Shoving her hands in her pockets and scuffing her joggers on the path once, she started down the dark, empty street. Even though she couldn't see anyone, she didn't trust the area at night time, but it was easiest time to travel. Less people to see her. During the day she looked odd wearing jeans and a hoodie. It wasn't cold enough for that. At 1 in the morning, however, if anyone saw her, they didn't really think anything of it. Why would they? It was usually only the homeless or the drunk out this late. And with only a small backpack on her, many would think that's exactly what she was. Not that she had much in it. One change of clothes and her wallet that carried only about $50, if that. Her phone was in her pocket. So, really, they'd be correct. She had no home, not since she ran away from it. And she didn't have enough money to stay at a hotel.
Sighing heavily, Kaia hunched her shoulders, very prepared to make the hike to the next town over, where ever that was. However, when someone grasped her upper arm and wrenched her to the side, she gasped, her heart lurching in her chest. She looked up to see 3 men, all around the age of 25-30. They all wore hoodies themselves to hide their faces and the one holding her arm held a switch blade. One man reached over and yanked her hood down away from her face and one whistled. The man holding her arm pressed his switch blade against the hollow of her neck as she saw the slimy smile creep across his half hidden face. She shuddered at the touch of the cool metal against her skin and tried to pull out of his hold.
He Tsk'ed and pressed the blade harder against her neck and she froze, fear lacing its way through her veins like ice. These men, she could tell, weren't drunk. They were all sober. They had been waiting here for someone to come past them. Whether they had excepted her to be a girl, she didn't know, but they seemed extremely happy with their catch. She released a shuddering breath as the third man took a step closer and said, "we're lucky tonight," as he grabbed her back pack and pulled it off of her. He searched it, grabbing her wallet and throwing the rest on the ground. After grabbing the cash and pocketing it, he turned back to her, leering. "Should we have a bit of fun?" he asked and the two other glanced at him and then back at her.
"I think so," said the one who had pulled her hood off of her. He grasped a strand of her hair and leaned down and sniffed it, groaning. He dropped her hair and leaned down more, burying his face into her neck, inhaling. Tears quickly sprung to Kaia's eyes as she felt his tongue trace the length of her throat. "She tastes good," the man moaned as she leaned back, away from her and looking at the other two. But then the three started debating who should 'get the first go' and the man's grip on her arm loosened a fraction. Knife be damned, Kaia took the only chance she knew she'd get and she wrenched her arm from his grasp and darted away, the knife creating a thin line of fire along the base of her neck. She ran for her life, not caring about her bag or clothes.
Behind her, the men yelled and she hoped they wouldn't care enough to chase her. She wouldn't outrun them for long. She may be quick for her size, but she was only 5'4'' and they were all atleast 6'1'' with much longer strides than hers. They'd catch up quickly. Unfortunately for her, they decided to pursue her and she pushed herself quicker. Tears blurred her vision and she could still feel that man's tongue on her neck.
She ran as far and as fast as she could and she was soon on the outskirts of town, away from it, even and the men were still following her. They were almost on top of her. She could hear their heavy breaths. Just up ahead, she saw a two story house. It was dark inside, but the place looked pretty old so she wasn't sure if anyone even lived there. Taking her chances that there wasn't, she bolted to the front door. But it was locked, so she darted around the back and found a slightly open window. She jumped in as quickly as possible, but she yelped in surprise when one of the men grabbed her hoodie and started to crawl inside. She wiggled her way out of it and bolted inside. She ran upstairs and into the first room she found, which looked like some sort of bedroom of some sort. But no one was here. She could hear the men downstairs. They had all managed to get inside. She looked around, but saw no where to hide.
Trying to calm her erratic breathing, Kaia back into the furthest corner of the room and raised a hand to her neck. She pulled it away and it came sticky with blood. It wasn't a lot and wasn't a bad cut, but when it had happened, the blade had felt like fire. She glanced down at her white tank top and then raised her green eyes to stare at the doorway, eyes wide with fear. She was going to get caught.
Kaia Harlyn Farah
Digging into her jeans pocket, she tried to find a hair tie, but instead she only found a clip. It would have to do. Instead of tying her hair up like she had wanted to do, Kaia simply clipped her fringe away from her face so it was away from her eyes. Glancing around, seeing the empty streets, she pulled up her hoodie, letting it fall part away to her eyes. Shoving her hands in her pockets and scuffing her joggers on the path once, she started down the dark, empty street. Even though she couldn't see anyone, she didn't trust the area at night time, but it was easiest time to travel. Less people to see her. During the day she looked odd wearing jeans and a hoodie. It wasn't cold enough for that. At 1 in the morning, however, if anyone saw her, they didn't really think anything of it. Why would they? It was usually only the homeless or the drunk out this late. And with only a small backpack on her, many would think that's exactly what she was. Not that she had much in it. One change of clothes and her wallet that carried only about $50, if that. Her phone was in her pocket. So, really, they'd be correct. She had no home, not since she ran away from it. And she didn't have enough money to stay at a hotel.
Sighing heavily, Kaia hunched her shoulders, very prepared to make the hike to the next town over, where ever that was. However, when someone grasped her upper arm and wrenched her to the side, she gasped, her heart lurching in her chest. She looked up to see 3 men, all around the age of 25-30. They all wore hoodies themselves to hide their faces and the one holding her arm held a switch blade. One man reached over and yanked her hood down away from her face and one whistled. The man holding her arm pressed his switch blade against the hollow of her neck as she saw the slimy smile creep across his half hidden face. She shuddered at the touch of the cool metal against her skin and tried to pull out of his hold.
He Tsk'ed and pressed the blade harder against her neck and she froze, fear lacing its way through her veins like ice. These men, she could tell, weren't drunk. They were all sober. They had been waiting here for someone to come past them. Whether they had excepted her to be a girl, she didn't know, but they seemed extremely happy with their catch. She released a shuddering breath as the third man took a step closer and said, "we're lucky tonight," as he grabbed her back pack and pulled it off of her. He searched it, grabbing her wallet and throwing the rest on the ground. After grabbing the cash and pocketing it, he turned back to her, leering. "Should we have a bit of fun?" he asked and the two other glanced at him and then back at her.
"I think so," said the one who had pulled her hood off of her. He grasped a strand of her hair and leaned down and sniffed it, groaning. He dropped her hair and leaned down more, burying his face into her neck, inhaling. Tears quickly sprung to Kaia's eyes as she felt his tongue trace the length of her throat. "She tastes good," the man moaned as she leaned back, away from her and looking at the other two. But then the three started debating who should 'get the first go' and the man's grip on her arm loosened a fraction. Knife be damned, Kaia took the only chance she knew she'd get and she wrenched her arm from his grasp and darted away, the knife creating a thin line of fire along the base of her neck. She ran for her life, not caring about her bag or clothes.
Behind her, the men yelled and she hoped they wouldn't care enough to chase her. She wouldn't outrun them for long. She may be quick for her size, but she was only 5'4'' and they were all atleast 6'1'' with much longer strides than hers. They'd catch up quickly. Unfortunately for her, they decided to pursue her and she pushed herself quicker. Tears blurred her vision and she could still feel that man's tongue on her neck.
She ran as far and as fast as she could and she was soon on the outskirts of town, away from it, even and the men were still following her. They were almost on top of her. She could hear their heavy breaths. Just up ahead, she saw a two story house. It was dark inside, but the place looked pretty old so she wasn't sure if anyone even lived there. Taking her chances that there wasn't, she bolted to the front door. But it was locked, so she darted around the back and found a slightly open window. She jumped in as quickly as possible, but she yelped in surprise when one of the men grabbed her hoodie and started to crawl inside. She wiggled her way out of it and bolted inside. She ran upstairs and into the first room she found, which looked like some sort of bedroom of some sort. But no one was here. She could hear the men downstairs. They had all managed to get inside. She looked around, but saw no where to hide.
Trying to calm her erratic breathing, Kaia back into the furthest corner of the room and raised a hand to her neck. She pulled it away and it came sticky with blood. It wasn't a lot and wasn't a bad cut, but when it had happened, the blade had felt like fire. She glanced down at her white tank top and then raised her green eyes to stare at the doorway, eyes wide with fear. She was going to get caught.