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((I'd love to do a one on one with you, I can definitely do mature romance as well! Just let me know?))
((Oh Bunny I forgot to mention something...On Saturdays from 13:00 hours to 16:00 hours I will be gone....this coming Satruday I'll porbably be gone and hour earlier. I hope that's OK.))
(It's no problem)
Red had snuck out and was prowling around the darkened streets. Her blood red eyes scanned the shadows. Her lean muscles were coiled tight under her skin. She was escaping her house. Her prison. She hated it there. Even with the education she had been givin it wasn't worth kissing the as.ses of the wealthy. She wanted them all to burn. to suffer slowly
Name: Cedar James
Looks: Cedar is tiny even for a poor child. She look like a small six year old she so small. She's dangerously thin, you can see her bones through her skin easily, she's also extremely pale, almost so much that her skin is almost transparent. She has an odd wine red birth mark covering the left side of her neck, it's splotchy and very noticeable against her pale skin. She has rather unhealthy looking skin along with it's paleness, she also has thin scars that cover her body. Cedar has childish facial features, a button nose, small ears, and wide gray-blue eyes. Her hair is black and string and dirty, it's in two milk maid braids that’s he did herself and tied with some old thread she found. She wears just a set of gray overalls, no t-shirt, no shoes, no socks. Just the over . Her finger and toe nails are dirty and roughly clipped, her clothes are dusty, she is dirty. She always seemed to be in some way holding a light gray teddy bear with a dinghy white bow tie around it's neck. Sometimes she's holding the bear, at other times it's shoved in her pocket with it's head sticking out, it's a small bear, and it's name is Ridge.
Personality: Cedar is tough and very spirited. She isn't strong, or fast, but she has guts. She doesn't complain and is stupidly tough. She is stubborn and doesn't give up one people or anything easily. She doesn't ask for help when she needs it and seems to have self preservation instinicts. She's forever getting in trouble for her brutal honesty and will never apologize or back down from an opinion. She is also adorably sweet at times and has a childish way of thinking, that though some of the times she's rather unrealistic in her thinking is still adorable. She has vivid imagination that she lets run wild a little bit too much. Cedar is also very opinionated, like most little kids she has very little tact and doesn't always say things at the appropeitte times.
Life-Story: Cedar's mother left right after Cedar was born. Her father wasn't a good man and hated Cedar because she looked like the spitting image of her mother, except Cedar had a birth mark, which her father though ugly. Her father never said anything nice too her and put her down in every way possible when she lived with him. She was getting into constant trouble for small things and being beaten. Cedar's father died in a factory accident on Cedar's 7th birthday day. She now lives on the streets and works at the cotton factory, where she's been working wince she was 3. Her teddy bears she's had since she was a baby, she keeps it with her because she loves the old bear and she hopes one day her mother will come back and take her a way to magical palace so she could be a princess. (That's where her childish imagination kicks in)
((Here;s my other charrie, I know I said I'd post it later, but I became inspired and type this up. :-P))
Westing heard noises, like someone sneaking around. His muscles tightened, he tenses, looking around. His body preparing for an attack he thought was about to come,
"Who's out there!?" he called lifting his fists up, his fingers clenched tightly, Westing look around, then turned towards where he'd heard the noise come from.
Cedar glared up at the large boy, he was probably 18-19 and was holding her teddy bear above his head.
"Come on baby, get your comfy wittle bear." he taunted.
"Give it back!" she shouted, her face was bleeding from the nose where the older boy had punched her.
"Tell me where you hid that bread you stole from me and I will." the boys said.
"No, stupid!" Cedar shreiked at him. The boy was the baker's son, Cedar had stolen from him, now he was trying to get what she'd stolen back. Cedar jumped to her feet and launched herself at the boy.
"Give Ridge back!" she screamed, he swatted her in the side of the head, her ear started to bleed as she hit the ground and jumped back to her feet. This wasn't fair.
((Oh yeah, Cedar's over alls are short overalls(the legs of the overalls only go to her knees.))
Red tensed, hearing the commotion. She ran around the corner and snarled, seeing the small girl being treated cruelly. She quickly approched, glaring up at the baker's son "Give. Her. Back. The Bear." she spat, danger flashing though her blood red eyes "You will regret it if you don't. I promise you that."
Ceder wiped the blood from her face and ear and glared at the baker's boy,
"Yeah give the bear back." she said crossing her arms on her chest. The baker's boy glared at the new girl and then at Cedar.
"She stole from me, I'll her bear back when she gives back my bread." he told the new girl. Cedar stomped her foot and reeled her fist back, swinging at the baker's boy stomach. She hit, but he moved in time to make the blow a glancing one and she was too small to do any real damage. The baker's boy laughed at her.
Westing heard the comotion and entered an alley. He saw the baker's boy holding a toy bear high in the, there was an older girl glaring at the baker's boy. There was a tiny girl too, who was bleeding from the face and ear. Westing walk forward and spat on the ground,
"Playing with children's toys again are we, Damien?" he asked the baker's boy, contempt in his voice.
Red turned to look at the boy, looking mildly confused. She shook her head, turning to Damien again. Red crossed her arms "Give her the bear before I kick your a$$." she said firmly
Damien tossed th bear into the dirt, the bred wasn'tw orth fighting a Westing, hwi he kenw from personal exepirence was a good fighter, and this new girl.
"Have you stupid wittle comfort object." he spat at Cedar and turning stalked off. Cedar dove to the ground and picked her teddy up, she hugged it adn then carefully placed it in her pocket. She looked at the two older poeple who'd helped her get Ridge back. Cedar recognized the girl, she worked at the same factory Cedar did. The boy though was a stranger.
"I'm Cedar." she said holding a bony, tiny, child's hand out to the girl, who Cedar thought was Red, but wasn't quite sure, she'd enver been good with names.
Red took the bony hand, blood toned eyes worried "Loralie Reding. Red for short." she said softly "Are you ok honey?" she asked, kneeling down and getting a rag damp. Red dabbed th blood from Cedar's face
"I fine." Cedar said, jerking away from the damp rag. Not becuase she hated being touched, but mroe of because the rag was cold and it stung when it touched her nose and ear. She looked to the boy and held her hand out to him.
"Who ya?" she asked. The boy took her hand gripped gently, shaking once,
"Westing." he said gruffly.
"Ya guys wan' some brea'?' she asked, willing to share her stolen loot with them if they agreed. They were nice, or seemed nice at least, she liked nice people.
Red smiled and nodded "Sure," she was deliberately ignoring Westing and focusing on Cedar. She allowed herself glance at the boy, sizing him up easily. He seemed about her age, tough, hard to take down if she may have to. She could though maybe if she usd underhads tricks and the knife hidden in her shirt sleeve.
Cedar nodded and darted over to a rundown building, she climbed the rusty fire escape and entered the second story window. She took the one small loaf of bread and the two small sweet rolls and climbed out of the window and down the fri escape again. She sat down on the ground and started to split the bread up.
Westing remained standing even though the tiny girl was seated adn he was towering over her, he didn't want to sit, it made him feel more vulernable. He watched her split the bread up, her teddy beay sticking out of her pocket, she looekd so weak and small, like a little child.
Red sat with Cedar and looked up questioningly at Westing. She raised her eyebrows as she took her piece from the small girl "Thanks honey." she said softly, taking a bite of bread
Westing squatted down and picked up a peice of the bread. Cedar was shoving her bread in her mouth lik she hadn't eaten in weeks, which wouldn't surprise. Cedar swallowed her share of bread and the rubbed her eye, it was late, or early you could say, past midnight, she handed slept all day or night. She yawned and stood up, she needed to find somewhere to curl up and sleep. Westing finished his portion of the meal and sttod up, watching as Cedar started to toddle off, he wondered if she had a place to stay or was just going to curl up in some alley corner somewhere.
Red bit her lip and picked up Cedar "Do you have anywhere to stay?" she asked worriedly as she pulled a blanket out of the bag she had. Reding wrapped it around the small girl's body.
Cedar shivered a bit and shook her head tiredly, she yawned and rubbed her eyes again,
"No, gonna fin' some 'ere to sleep." she mumbed, clutching at the blankets and holding it around her skinny shoulders. Her eye lids droop and she froced herself to stay awake, she just needed to find somewher eto sleep and then she could close her eyes and go to bed.
Westing watched with arms crossed on his chest and his legs slightly parted. He had a 'place' to stay, an old shack he as fixing up, but he wasn't sure he wanted to invite the two girls to his place, the little one was no threat but he didn't trust the older one. He could just be paranoid though.
Red bit her lip and held Cedar closer "Hoey go to sleep. I'll figure it out." she soothed,pulling the blanket tighter arounf the nine year old