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calla RP Tutor 2,122 POSTS Pronouns: she/they last seen Apr 23, 2024 23:49:00 GMT -5 just a litle creacher	cade riene. d3. fin. Sept 15, 2017 21:36:32 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by calla on Sept 15, 2017 21:36:32 GMT -5 C A D E R I E N E 18 years + 9 lives = suffering street ~~rat~~ c a t
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Post by calla on Sept 16, 2017 22:45:03 GMT -5

I was born into circumstance, a family of street rats and drug addicts and some pretty damn good liars. On my feet since I turned eleven, running from place to place just to make ends meet and keep some people happy.

I'd say to keep family happy, but that's a pretty strong word.

The guy that knocked up my mom did the smart thing and fucked off years ago, took everything he could carry and abandoned us with squat. I got to take care of what was left, scrambling to find mom's medicine, her pills and powder and whatever other lies she told about the shit she was taking. Putting her to bed whenever she passed out on the bathroom floor, beads spilling across the cracked tiles and then sleeping on the couch with one eye open. She was never supposed to have a kid.

A lot of pressure to put on a skinny little whelp but it made me crafty with scrounging up money and shit so I guess it counts for something.

Eventually I ended up as a runaway too, crashing with a friend who supported two nasty drug habits, and fucking up both of our lives in the process. But whatever, I'm a legal adult now. I can make my own decisions, and he's never around long enough to get shit done for me anymore. He passed on some of his tricks before he left though, so I guess he's not such a huge jackass.

Fingerprint bruises and needle prick tattoos, I've never had anything normal in my life. Guard up and inhibitions down, I guess I'm just along for the free ride. Because aren't the best things in life supposed to be free? If that were really true, then I'd be able to sleep a lot easier.

The fat cats have always been the best suppliers, rich bastards that'll give you anything you want if you stick around long enough.

( A hand on my shoulder, jaw, hip, warmth travelling down and a low "how much do you charge again, sweetheart?"

"H a , everything you've got." Literally, please. Hand it all over, pal.

When he gets up to relieve himself I dig through his wallet and slip a watch into my shoe.

Looks like Arlo's getting the good chow tonight. )

Arlo's the real mvp here.

We're bffs, Arlo and I, the very best of best friends. He started out as a street cat that was trying to raid my stash every night, rustling around in there like some kind of hell bent raccoon. He got in through a broken window and I swear he's got a nose for the good stuff, but I try not to let him get near it because a wasted cat? No thank you.

Can cats even get high?

Better not try anything. That might count as animal abuse or something.

He used to belong to some cheapskate lady in the old building, but she treated him like shit so it's really no wonder that he came to hang out with me. Old hag still hates me though. Never bothered to figure out why.

Well, I guess I did take her cat.

( "Fuck you, Sharon, I'm leaving and I'm taking your cat with me." )

I know he's a tough dude, probably got into some fights of his own because he's missing half an ear, but I guess we're all a little fucked up.

I also think, that if it came down to it, I'd probably kill a man for that cat.

A n y w a y s, Arlo's the only family I've got now. Though, my mom is probably still kicking around somewhere, stoned out of her mind and milking some rich guy for endless drug money.

I guess it runs in the family?

Scratch your nose and scratch the cat and take a guess as to which one is the problem.

( "Don't you know what you're dealin' with kid?"

"Hell yeah man, pass me the good stuff." )

All of my friends are assholes, h a - surprising I know. Willing to sell each other out for a hit and then immediately turn back around to ask for more money. Desperate and pathetic and if I had any control over my life I would've told them all to fuck off by now. But cutting those ties means cutting off a stream of connections and I guess I've never been that strong.

A deal gone bad, blood on the concrete and a fist in my ribs, long limbs breaking and then half healing again. It's a good thing that cats have nine lives because I think I've used up about five of them already.

But sometimes getting caught is the fun part.

And yeah, someone's else's shit usually lines my pockets but I'm not really a thief. Some people just need to watch themselves a little closer and maybe not be so trusting of a guy with a really cute ass ( cat ).

Shaky hands and cat hair everywhere, maybe I should clean up more or whatever but dark and greasy hair isn't really world ending when you're just trying to survive every day.

And I must be doing something right because I haven't actually died yet. Sure, maybe I've been close a few times, some real whack back alley shit, but I'm a lucky one and they say cats always land on their feet.

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calla RP Tutor 2,122 POSTS Pronouns: she/they last seen Apr 23, 2024 23:49:00 GMT -5 just a litle creacher	cade riene. d3. fin. Sept 25, 2017 19:38:14 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by calla on Sept 25, 2017 19:38:14 GMT -5 catitude is everything
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Deleted 0 POSTS last seen Apr 25, 2024 8:35:15 GMT -5	cade riene. d3. fin. Sept 25, 2017 22:57:54 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2017 22:57:54 GMT -5 "Fuck you, Sharon, I'm leaving and I'm taking your cat with me." okay M E love love love <3