Bad Influences (DangerDuck and HerKitten92)
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				Title: <strong>Bad Influences (DangerDuck and HerKitten92)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dangerduck</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 21:52:58</strong>
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				Ian stepped down the stairs of his patio.&nbsp; There was a dusting of snow on the ground already, but it continued to drop from the sky.&nbsp; He let out a warm breath of air that crystallized forming an opaque mist in front of him.&nbsp; "Why did he have to live in a cold state?" He asked himself as he headed down the sidewalk.&nbsp; His boots left tracks in the fresh snow as he made his way to a street corner that he'd been told about.<br><br>As soon as he arrived another man stepped out from the protection of an entryway.&nbsp; "Got the goods?"<br><br>"Got the cash?" Ian replied.&nbsp; They just shook hands and parted ways.&nbsp; Ian was a hundred dollars richer and was in the mood to spend some cash, but he didn't know his way around town.&nbsp; He headed down the wrong street and ended up back in the residential area.&nbsp; He heard some screaming up head and couldn't help but be curious.&nbsp; <br><br>"You fucking tramp! Where were you last night?&nbsp; Dinner was cold again." Her drunken father chased her out of the house for the countless time.&nbsp; Last night he'd passed out on the couch before he'd eaten and when he woke up she had been asleep and the meal had grown cold from sitting out for so long.&nbsp; A beer bottle flew through the air and smashed on the lawn where its shards lay with dozens of others just like it in the overgrown yard.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bad Influences (DangerDuck and HerKitten92)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HerKitten92</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 02:25:04</strong>
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				"Dad, stop please! You are going to wake up the neighbors," Lana cried as she ducked out of the way of a flying beer bottle. She was so embarrassed. How could he do this to her? How could he be okay with the way they were living? Lana was so tired of being the neighborhood trash. She just wished her mom would come back so everything would go back to the way things were. <br><br>Lana's mother left her and her father to pursue an acting career in LA when Lana was 14, and now, 4 years later things were spiraling out of control. Her father had lost her job at the factory he had worked at since she was born only a few months after her mother had left, and since then was a constant drunk. He wouldn't even look for work, so in order to pay the rent for their small two bedroom house, she was taking a job at the local 7-11. And on top of school, she hardly had time to do anything else. Yet her father still expected her to cook and clean, and make sure his fridge was always stocked with beer. <br><br>Wiping the tears from her heart-shaped, freckled face, Lana made her way to the garbage can on the street to throw away the trash. She had been trying to catch a few hours of rest before her night shift, but her father had woken up in a rage. <br><br><em>What else is new?</em> she thought to herself as she tried to dust herself off a bit. Turning around she noticed a stranger staring at her.<br><br>"What the hell are you looking at?" she asked with a snarl. After seeing the young man's taken back face, she apologized.<br><br>"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude. This just hasn't been the best night," she said motioning towards her drunken father staggering in the doorway. She blew a few loose pieces of light blonde hair out of her face and tried to manage a smile, but only was able to conjure up an exhausted smirk. <br><br>Lana could hear her father's slurred curses, but ignored them as she looked at the man in front of her. He looked a bit older than her, but he couldn't be more than twenty, and there was a compassion in her eyes that she'd never seen in anyone before. He was...inviting, to say the least. Lana didn't even know his name, but would've easily told him her whole life story, given the chance. This sudden sense of trust scared her. So she took a few steps back.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bad Influences (DangerDuck and HerKitten92)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dangerduck</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 06:28:13</strong>
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				He smiled as she looked at him.&nbsp; Well she was very cute and he couldn't help but smile at a pretty girl.&nbsp; He ran his fingers through his thick dark hair and then glanced back at the girl's father who was now picking up bottles that were strewn on the porch and tipping them back so see if they still had something in them.&nbsp; He looked back at the girl who had wandered out onto the sidewalk and watched the snow settle on her shoulders.<br><br>Ian's green eyes fell upon Lana's and he offered another smile.&nbsp; "Well I am not having a great night either.&nbsp; See I'm new in town and I seem to have gotten lost, but it looks like my luck has changed.&nbsp; How about you show me around town and we can get to know each other a little better.&nbsp; I'm Ian by the way."&nbsp; <br><br>The drunken voice of Lana's father echoes across the yard once again.&nbsp; "What are you doing talking to a guy on the street you dirty whore?&nbsp; You can't even be a good street walker and pick up men who have cars?"&nbsp; He starts to walk down the icy steps and stumbles down, face-planting into the snow.&nbsp; He starts to spit the snow out as he pushes himself up.&nbsp; "Who left the window open?&nbsp; There is snow all over the living room." <br><br>Ian looked from Lana's father back to Lana herself.&nbsp; "I think it best we get out of here before your father regains his grasp on reality if we are going to go somewhere."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bad Influences (DangerDuck and HerKitten92)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HerKitten92</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 07:50:08</strong>
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				Lana looked into Ian's eyes gratefully. "I'd love to show you around. I'm Lana. I have an hour or two before work, and I escaping this hell hole sounds great." <br><br>Straitening out her jacket, she walked out and put her arm in his. Lana hadn't been able to get out in such a long time, and she was kinda nervous, but in a good way. A scarlet flush came to her freckled cheeks when Ian smiled at her, and her whole five foot frame seemed to quake -but not from the cold-.<br><br>"So, Ian, where are you from? And what brought you to this dump?" she said with a slightly sarcastic chuckle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bad Influences (DangerDuck and HerKitten92)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dangerduck</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 21:11:25</strong>
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				He watched as her cheeks grew red.&nbsp; She had obviously not had much experience with men before.&nbsp; Judging by the behavior of her father he probably scared most potential suitors away.&nbsp; He let her take his arm and they began to walk.&nbsp; He was a foot taller than her and as she leaned against him she could feel his toned abs hidden under his jacket.<br><br>"Well I'm from Detroit so this dump looks amazing compared to the dump I was at before."&nbsp; He smiles as he glances down at the girl on his arm. They turned a corner and headed down another street.&nbsp; "I actually moved here because my Uncle is in prison and I'm house sitting while he is locked up.&nbsp; It's better than back home and this way I only have to pay for utilities instead of that plus rent."<br><br>He wasn't sure how much he really wanted to tell her because she seemed very innocent, at least for now.&nbsp; "I live over on Birch Street.&nbsp; Do you know where that is?" He had actually gotten lost, and would probably have wandered around for a few hours before finding home if he hadn't bumped into her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bad Influences (DangerDuck and HerKitten92)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HerKitten92</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 01:18:06</strong>
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				Lana loved the way Ian's muscles felt underneath his jacket, but it had scared her how the same feeling could spark something dark inside her. <br><br>"Personally, I would have wanted to stay in Detroit. I hate Chicago with a passion," she said. "Oh, and Birch street isn't too far from here. Its really only two or three blocks, if you know your way."<br><br>She smiled warmly at him. He seemed really sweet. Rounding a corner, they hit Ian's street. <br><br>"Well, now you are back to Birch, and you know where I live. I work at the 7-11 off of Ohio st, so you should come up and see me." She wanted to hug him, to feel his body against hers, but she was worried that it might freak him out. "I have to get to work soon, or else I would stay longer," she said with a tired smile, "I'd give you my number, if I had one."
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