[OPEN] no place to go --

[IRONMAN]

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[atrb=background, i1060.photobucket.com/albums/t456/Awengera/CarterTableMid_zps2b5c0d96.png] Having only just gotten a job, and no paychecks yet, Carter had no money. She'd been on her own for quite a while now, and was running very low on money, saving it for food mostly. That also meant she had no place to stay, she couldn't afford it. So she walked through the park, the backpack that held everything she owned was slung across her shoulder. A light drizzle was set over the park that she walked through, rendering the place quite empty. That was a good thing, no one to ask her what she was doing here, if she was okay. She hated when people asked that. She'd been wearing the same rotation of clothes for months, and she washed them when she could, but that wasn't always possible, her clothing was all old and ripped, and usually dirty until she came across some place she could do some laundry. Except her clothes for work, she did look very much like the homeless girl she was. She didn't look okay, she wasn't okay, but that certainly wasn't any stranger's business. If she didn't ask for help, she didn't want it. And even in this all time low state of hers, she was still to stubborn and proud to ask anyone for help. Pulling the jacket she had on tighter around her, she tried to stop her shivering. The coat was a little bit to light, and it kept her from getting too wet, but it wasn't stopping her from getting cold. She didn't have any gloves either, and the hood was broken so her head was soaked. It was probably good no one was here. Spotting a gazebo, she head straight for it, escaping the rain in it's shelter. Glancing around the structure, she backed up into a corner and sunk to the ground. She sort of wanted to cry, but she hadn't cried unless it was about a nightmare in over a month, she didn't want to sob now. Opening her – luckily – weatherproof backpack, she pulled out one of her two books, 'The Perks of Being a Wallflower' and opened it, sliding down sideways onto the floor and using her backpack as a headrest, she opened to the folded page marking her spot, shivering slightly as she observed the words on the page, her fingers playing with the corner of the page. ©credits : table by ironman(awengera) lyrics : nobody’s home – avril lavigne

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[Lilliana Maye Potter]

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sasha & lola[/center]

It may not be the perfect day out for dog walking, but the two young animals don't seem to mind. They pull the blonde girl forward, rushing through the mud puddles in the park. Lilliana had a rain jacket pulled over her shoulders, the hood tucking her long hair inside. She half-jogged, half-walked down the path following her dogs. "Come on, Sasha, slow down!" the girl scolded the youngest of the two dogs. The puppy was less than four months old, and needed to be leash-trained yet. Lola, the black and tan dog, pulled ahead, but she was better trained then Sasha. The rain wasn't bad enough to keep her out of the weather, especially because she couldn't keep her puppies locked up in the house all day. They'd drive her nuts.

Lilly looked up at her surroundings, and noticed a girl in ripped clothing. Not ripped like the style, but old and dirty clothing that had been worn way too many times over. The other girl had a book though, and Lilly had always found books to be comforting in a time of need. But a book couldn't help the poor girl from freezing half to death. Texas may be warm, but not warm enough during the rain. The blonde started towards the girl, ready to give her the shirt off of her back. "Are you o-" she started, but then stopped herself. Obviously, she wasn't okay. She's probably homeless, but the reasons are unbeknownst to her. Lilly takes off her jacket, fumbling with the dog's leashes and offers it to the girl. "Here, take this. It's cold," she says. Her truck isn't too far away. Maybe the girl would allow Lilly to buy her a meal or something. [/size][/ul]

[carter jenica foster]

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[atrb=background, i1060.photobucket.com/albums/t456/Awengera/CarterTableMid_zps2b5c0d96.png] Too consumed in her book, Carter hadn’t noticed the woman coming until she was near. The sound of the rain and the thoughts in her head had blocked it out. Her eyes flicked up at the beginning of the sentence she hated most, her eyes almost daring the girl to complete her sentence. Though she didn’t seem to need this help to decide against it. Before Carter could protest, the stranger was removing her jacket. Carter was far too proud to ask for help, to accept help. She was far too stubborn to realize that eventually this foolishness would kill her. She didn’t take the jacket. ”Both of us cold and wet isn’t helping anyone.” She said flatly, though a small feeling of guilt struck her. This woman was only trying to help. Carter was an ungrateful bitch all the time, and each time she kept telling herself she’d change the next time. So far, she hadn’t managed to. She forced her gaze to soften. ”Really, keep your jacket. I’m fine, I’ve seen worse.” She said, mustering a half-assed smile. It scared her to accept help from strangers – by accepting the jacket, she automatically accepted further help, or at least the woman would usher her inside somewhere so that over all, the jacket would be returned. At this point, Carter didn’t want to go inside somewhere and lie down or anything until she had somewhere permanent she could do that. It was hard enough to learn to get used to sleeping in places like this. Anyways, she couldn’t sleep in anyone’s house. No one had to know about her night terrors. She woke up screaming, thrashing and crying in the middle of the night. It was only a burden to them both if anyone were to take her in for a night. It all traced back to pride though. She simply couldn’t admit that even at this point – cold, shivering, book in hand, nowhere to be – she might just need some help. ©credits : table by ironman(awengera) lyrics : nobody’s home – avril lavigne

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[Lilliana Maye Potter]

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sasha & lola[/center]

The thought of someone being out in the rain, all alone with no place to go, scared the hell out of Lilly. She couldn't imagine being in the girl's place, and going through everything this girl is. Not that she knew the reason the girl was outside. She could be a runaway, for all she knew. But right now, the girl needed some place warm, and some food. Once the girl refused her jacket, Lilly still held it out to the girl. "Please-," she started, but then was interrupted by a more gentle tone. She claimed she was fine, but it was obvious she wasn't. If she was fine, she wouldn't be sitting outside in the cold wearing clothes that were dirty. If she wouldn't take the jacket, Lilly was going to try to get her to go inside. It didn't have to be a public place, if the girl didn't want to be seen. She would take her to her home, offer her some blankets, and fresh clothes and a place to stay; at least for a little while.

But it wasn't a perfect world, Lilly knew that. More than likely, the girl would refuse her help. The girl hadn't been begging, like some people who lived on the streets would. Maybe there was a reason for that. Maybe she wanted to be left alone, and all Lilly did was interrupt her peace. But it couldn't hurt to try. She was after all, just trying to be nice. "Are you hungry? I've got some food in the Crock Pot at home, if you're interested. Or I can take you some place, if you don't want to go into a stranger's home, which is perfectly reasonable," Lilly rambled on, her thoughts flowing out of her mouth like a river. She hadn't even told the girl her name. And she didn't know anything about this girl, but something told her to offer her help. "My name is Lilly, by the way," she introduced herself.

Her dogs tugged at their leashes to try to get towards the girl; their curiosity always did get the best of them. Especially the puppy. Lilly pulled on the leashes, and Lola sat down obediently next to Lilly's heels. But the youngest of the two, Sasha, continued to pull at her leash. Luckily, she wasn't very strong. Lilly didn't want to overwhelm the girl with the two dogs, who were both very friendly, and just wanted some attention. They always thought they needed to be the center of attention, no matter what the situation. [/size][/ul]