Dancing Through Life

I don’t get sick, so cancer is also out of the question now.

But doesn’t it still smell kinda nasty? I mean I can febreeze is probably.

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I would tell you that smoking isn't exactly good for you, but I'll guess  and say that it really isn't bad for you because giant supernatural wolf?

Nope, that’s kindo f what happens when you’re estranged.

I'm sorry Jake.... I hope you find out where they are and they're safe.

Trying to figure out where my ex took my kid to.

You... don't know? Oh... I'm sorry.

Nah, one of us has to be sober enough to drag you back home.

Debateable. Give m a- a- a- god.... Oh a bow and let's see how well I can shoot shit.

Keeping myself busy. Should I ask what you’ve ben up to?

Busy? With what?

"Kristine," Jake nodded, trying to offer her his best reassuring smile. After all it was entirely his fault that she was taking this so hard. It wasn’t that he had forgotten what it was like to be human, he wasn’t that far gone, not yet, not by a long shot. But it was more along the lines that he had forgotten how easy he had it, meeting Claire Rowley, getting claimed the first night — almost instantly — after he had woken up. It wasn’t until after Claire had gone, leaving him defenseless, that he started to see just how fucked up the life  of a slave can be. And from there it got worse until he was bitten. That was probably the only thing that truly saved him, that and "his girls"; Abby and Carrie. But Jake hadn’t forgotten what it was like, which is way it was so easy to relate to the girl. "I think my family is better off now, things were hell when I got captured. Just because you’re a monster doesn’t mean you’re evil, I mean look at me, I’ve been here talking to you for almost an hour now, is that something and evil person would do? Talk to someone that hated them for what they are to try and convince them that everything will be okay?"

Kristine’s eyes shut tightly, she was trying to regain control of her emotions. This was— well there really wasn’t any point continuously saying it. She felt like a broken record- this was awful, this was awful, over and over and over again. Kristine opened her eyes, but she didn’t look at him. With her mind the way it was right now, she might say something bad. And that was not a good thing because the more he talked to her the more she realized that this really wasn’t his fault. Not at all, and it really wasn’t fair for her to blame him. As her hands tightened around the bars of the cage, her head came up a little so she could look at him. She was still crying, yes, but she wasn’t quite as hysterical now. “… I’m sorry,” the girl murmured. Kristine wasn’t really sure what she was apologizing for, but she was sorry. Had it really been almost an hour? He’d put up with her for nearly an hour? Just to tell her it was going to be okay? That was a long time. Kristine looked up fully at him and her head titled to slightly. “…. I don’t think you’re evil,” she sniffed slightly, wiping her eyes with her sleeve. “I think you’re being kind. Really kind.” she sniffed again slightly, her grip on the bars loosened slightly.

Jake hadn’t meant to set her off, he was just so use to talking so callously and nonchalantly about his years as a slave and what it cost him. He often forgot that not everyone took this news as well as he had in the beginning. “Look… kid?” He wasn’t sure if he had ever gotten her name. “I didn’t mean to set you off, okay? I just… I’ve been like this,” He paused and gestured slowly to himself. “In places like this for so long that I forget that… this shit isn’t normal.” Then again, to anyone that knew the story of his life, he had never known what normal was.  ”But not everyone here is an overbearing asshole. I mean good god, I’ve been claimed by enough of them to know, but some of us are pretty decent.” He sighed softly, removing the handkerchief from from his pocket to hand to the crying girl. “I had a family when I was taken — a little girl and her mom, and now she’s 8 years old and I can barely see her with what I am. So… understand me when I say that none of this is okay, but… that’s life!” His voice was soft now, shaky, only a few octaves above a whisper.

Kristine had to cover her mouth in an attempt to control herself while he talked. This wasn't fair, this wasn't right! And her name wasn't kid! "Kristine," she corrected quietly, taking the handkerchief through the bars of the cell and beginning to wipe her eyes.... Before she had to press the thing to her face because more and more tears were coming out. He was taken from his family? His little girl. Kristine leaned to the bars, grasping one with her hand and trying to fix her face with the other. She was not a pretty crier. "They took you away from your family? How does that not make them all.... evil! They can't just take someone from there family and throw them in here and you need to see your little girl and that's not--" Kristine had to lean her head against the bars to control herself. Why did life have to be like this? He couldn't see his family and she couldn't go home to see hers. The last thing she did was scream at them too- even if they did deserve it. "I'm--" terrified, horrified, upset, dejected. "-- sorry. I'm so sorry."