<div style="text-align: center">《 Sou》<br/>
Location: Dryden<br/>
Addressing: Charles <a class="username" data-user-id="36" data-username="Sayd" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/36/">Sayd</a>, Mrs. Minsch, Bec <a class="username" data-user-id="288" data-username="Flannel King" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/288/">Flannel King</a>​</div><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/jung-hoyeon-boyd-2-jpg.133028/" title="Jung-Hoyeon-boyd 2.jpg">
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</div>It was comforting having another woman there, even if Bec seemed to be abandoning her the first chance she got. When Bec got out, Sou gave her<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fc.tenor.com%2Fiu0Rleh8HHAAAAAd%2Fasian-cute.gif&amp;hash=921baa043cb5e1f869503a245a9b0bcc" href="https://c.tenor.com/iu0Rleh8HHAAAAAd/asian-cute.gif" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">a meek wave good-bye</a>, the kind people give when they're not quite sure they are allowed to.<br/><br/>She wasn't sure if she liked the idea that there was a cat in the house. "What if the cat tries to eat me in my sleep?" she asked Charles once they were alone. "Cats can smell blood." She<i>really </i>didn't like the idea of being zombied by a feline.<br/><br/>The two story house was quiet, though she could see that there were signs that people still lived there.<br/><br/>"It looks haunted," she observed, then turned to Charles as they stood outside the Jeep. "Please. I'd rather sleep in the corner of a house of peace than in a palace," her eyes slid to the side to look at the farmhouse suspiciously. "Don't leave me with strangers," she pleaded. She didn't want to take her meager bag of possessions and stay with someone whose name sounded like the grinch.<br/><br/>In desperate fear she pushed herself against his chest, clutching at his shirt a if he was sentencing her to the guillotine. "Please," she whispered, her voice shuddering. "Please don't leave me. Charles," she buried her face into his chest, eyes seeping with tears as she began to shake. "They can't protect me if he comes for me. He'll cut me again, and again," she cried with the gentle sup-supping that children had when they woke from a nightmare.<br/><br/>Her bird-like fingers wrapped around the fabric of his shirt and he nearly hung from his body. "Y-you can put me in the hallway or the kitchen," she pleaded. "I'm small. I don't need much room."