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[natalia adrienne monroe]

Wearing long sleeves, or at least, enough to cover her upper arms wasn't exactly an enjoyable thing for Nat, especially not when things started getting warmer. She was still somewhat fortunate, as she could get away with wearing longer sleeves without anyone looking at her like she had anything majorly wrong with her. Nat didn't want to have to hide the way she did, however if anyone saw the marks and bruises, questions were going to be asked. The last thing Nat wanted to do was answer anyone's questions prying into her life. It was none of their business, and she was completely capable of taking care of herself. That simple. Her father was an alcoholic asshole with abusive tendencies. However, that was no one's business but her and her father's. The only person outside of those two was her younger brother, Josiah, who was one of the only things that managed to keep her sane. If it hadn't been for her brother and her best friends, there was no telling what Nat would have done. However, she was well aware of the fact that she would never have lasted this long or anywhere near it, for that matter.

The thought of losing the prominent figures in her life was a terrifying thought for Nat. It would be the end of her, metaphorically and possibly even literally. Despite the rebellious exterior and persona she called her own, it wasn't really even who she was. But, the little act did exactly what Nat wanted it to. For the most part, it kept people from approaching her, and well, if it didn't, sooner or later, she'd do enough to push them away. Beyond that, it kept people from asking questions, and above all else, ot kept people from realizing just how sad of a girl she really was. The death of her mother, the abuse from her father, living in a town where 75% of the residents knew exactly who you were from the moment you were born to the moment you died, and the chance of losing anyone you cared about at any moment? It was beyond being something Nat was even remotely capable of handling. Put her completely in that situation, and chances were, you'd see exactly who Nat was. That was a risk she was not willing to take. Hence the faux persona. While some would call it fake, she called it protection.

Despite how much she adored her best friends and her brother, there were always times when Nat wanted to be alone, aimlessly walking around, alone with just her thoughts. Times like those were both amazing and terrible for her. When she could think about things that weren't painful or relating back to her past, she was fine. However, when she started to think about a life outside Hulett, the events of her past, and just how miserable living here really was? That was when things became problematic. When she started thinking about her past, there was no snapping her out of it. There was no solution. You just stayed away from her, or if you were close enough, comforting her was a possibility. But, lately things had been better. The less than pleasant thoughts had become less and less frequent. Nat had no idea how long this was even going to last, but she was determined to take advantage of it while she still could.

So far, today had kept suit. There was a pessimistic thought here and there, as she was wandering, having recently wound up at the local park. That was one of the few beauties of living in a small town. You could essentially walk everywhere. No one in her family had been informed that she was leaving before she had walked out the front door, a mistake Nat was sure she'd pay for the moment she walked back through that door. The only reason Nat stayed where she did was for her brother. Her father had never laid a hand on him, however Nat was terrified of what he might do should she have ever left. So, she stayed and dealt with the abuse, day in and day out, without a single word.

The day was a rather nice day, a slight breeze and a tad bit of cloud cover, however for the most part, it was one of the nicer days Hulett had seen, as it seemed winter was finally coming to an end. There were several families scattered about the park, some Nat recognized and others she didn't. After graduating, Nat had stopped concerning herself with the new faces in Hulett. She was bound to find out who they were eventually, anyway. There was hardly a soul in the town who didn't at least know of 95% of the town.

As she wandered down a main path in the park, she came across a path that appeared to be less traveled. Walking down it probably wasn't going to be her best idea, but why the hell not? She took the aimless detour, wandering about for a few minutes before stumbling, quite literally, upon a log positioned almost like a bench. The trash scattered around the log suggested that other people knew it existed, but for right now it was quiet and empty, just the setting Nat had been looking for. She sat down on the long length wise, leaning against a tree settled near the log, stretching her legs out on top of the log. Leaning her head back, her eyes shut briefly, before being snapped back open at the sound of a crunching twig. Though Natalie wasn't usually a paranoid person, this was an exception. "Who's there?"

[/color] She called out, an underlying sense of unease obvious in the tone of her voice. Great, just great. The next time Nat saw an abandoned path, she was not going to take it. That much was definite.
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[sady amber lacovara]

Being possessed was interesting, to say the least. Not enjoyable, she supposed. But interesting. She was still herself, in some ways. Parts of her hadn't changed. It was kind of more like having two people inside of her. She guessed that was what people with that multiple personality thing were like. The demon was living inside of her. Sometimes it completely took over; sometimes she could have a riveting conversation with it in her head; sometimes it was dormant enough that she pretty much became herself from before she was fifteen and it decided to take her body. But, mostly, she did have fun being possessed. It gave her a reason to be bad. No one could blame her when she fucked with people, and she liked it. Even if it wasn't always directly her decision to do it. They couldn't tell when it was the demon or when it was her — she always blamed it on the demon.

Sady had even elected a name for her demon, and it didn't seem to mind that fact. She liked to refer to it as Bernardo. No, she had no idea why the hell she had picked it. Shit, maybe 'Bernardo' had influenced her to pick it, or something. Whatever the case, she liked having Bernardo around. And sure, she didn't think she'd mind being free of it. Who really wanted to be possessed? That was just downright fucked up. She figured it would be odd, though, when Bernardo up and left her — if it ever did before she died. Maybe it would stick around until that day. And with her habits, maybe it knew that day would be soon, anyway. She partied hard, and there was no way that led to a healthy, long life. So far as she knew from health lessons, anyways.

'So what are we doing today?'

It was Bernardo, with its echoing voice in her head. She didn't know why she always thought of Bernardo as an it — it was definitely more of a male tone — but then she always wondered if demons really had a gender. So she always wound up sticking with 'it.' Besides being male in tone, Bernardo's voice always seemed really sneering, not unlike Sady's usually was when she decided to speak up. But what else did one expect from a demon? When it got down to it, it was all pretty common sense stuff, she thought. Unless it was only her demon that was that typical. Maybe others' were different. She didn't necessarily go around tracking down other possessed people to interrogate them on their demons. Sady wasn't that curious of a person.

"Jesus —"

Her mother interrupted her in her shrill voice as soon as she spoke the name, chastising her on the usage. Sady rolled her eyes, tempted to raise a defiant finger in the air. In the end, she held back and simply stood up leaving the room. She stomped up the stairs and slammed her bedroom door. "Goddamn. I don't know. I didn't make plans. I never make plans, you know that," she muttered. She knew her demon and her could converse simply in thoughts, but at times it was either hard to forget the voice was only in her head or it just started to wear too hard on the last bits of frayed sanity she had left. Her general rule was that it was perfectly fine to speak aloud to 'herself' if she was alone, at least. At other times, she didn't give a damn if people heard her talk to herself. Sady ruffled her hair before rummaging through her doors and picking an outfit with a smirk. Best to leave the house quickly before her mother saw and shrieked at her some more (though that was usually the case anyway). Quickly, she changed from her pajamas in to her outfit, put a few finishing touches on her looks, and left the house. Operation Avoid Mother, luckily, successful.

With that, she wandered aimlessly for a while. A cigarette eventually was pulled from her pack, which she lit up and took a drag of as she realized she was at the park. Not that that was a big deal, or anything. The park was a good place. Open, nature-y, possibly isolated. Sady could pretend she wasn't stuck in a little screwed up town in northern Wyoming, instead of somewhere grand like South California or New York City, which all looked pretty great from what she had seen in books or online. She was blowing out a trail of smoke when she heard a voice disrupt her from her thoughts. Who's there? Oh, no one, really, she thought. Sady looked away from the smoke fumes and forward, squinting her eyes and seeing a girl — well, an older one probably around her age — not that far away.

"What's a cute thing like you doin' all the way out here?" she asked. Not that she knew where 'here' was. She hadn't been paying attention. No matter how far off she walked in the park, she'd have to find her way back. It was inevitable in a town like Hulett, where there simply was no escape.

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[natalia adrienne monroe]

Being alone in the park was oddly peaceful. Sure, Nat could still hear the screams and laughter of the children who were out towards the main areas of the park, but the sounds were muffled by the trees and the light breeze rolling through Hulett. Yet, there was something eerie and off about just how peaceful and tame things were today. Sure, the town wasn't exactly like anything out of a horror film or such, but there were times when it got close. People getting possessed, the entire town being put under a government quarantine for almost sixty years; the whole thing screamed horror movie plot on awry. Granted, that could have just been her imagination overreacting to the situation in Hulett in response to just how many horror films she had watched throughout her life. Yeah, that was probably it; a case of an overactive, horror film ridden imagination.

However, that same horror film influenced imagination tended to screw her over more often than not, her sudden paranoia being one of those times. Nat wasn't exactly one who liked to admit she was capable of getting scared out of her wits or being someone who was capable of being paranoid, but living in Hulett, it was nearly impossible to not be that kind of person. Whether Nat had come to accept the fact or not, she was afraid of possession and the possibilities that came along with it. There were times when she was afraid of living in Hulett, but even more afraid of the possibility of being stuck here for the rest of her life. That possibility was going to become a reality. As much as Nat hated acknowledging it, it was true. A chance of escape was insanely minimal, if one even existed. In addition to that, Hulett had already been quarantined for nearly sixty years, with the government doing nothing to change that. There wasn't much hope they were going to change their mind anytime soon, and that was the fucked up truth.

However, the sense of fear and paranoia faded as Nat came to find what had been behind the sound of the snapping sticks. As it turned out, her paranoia had been misplaced, for the most part, at least. Standing in the slight clearing of trees was a girl, seeming to be around her own age. Well, that was relief. At least, it hadn't been some older man or a young child. It was nothing against either, but those just weren't the type of people Nat was particularly interested in associating with today. But, this girl? She certainly didn't mind. She was attractive, definitely, with an edgier sort of look to her. She, at least, seemed like the type of girl Nat could tolerate for a few hours, if nothing else. Of all the people who could have wandered back here, Nat seemed to have to turned out rather fortunate. Well, at least, as far as she was aware. There was a lot about people you couldn't tell at a first glance, especially in Hulett. However, what was a little bit of time with a stranger?

Nat couldn't help but smirk at the comment the new girl offered. Cute little thing? Nat could get used to this, definitely. However, she wasn't going to let herself, just yet. She hadn't been able to recall who this was, exactly. Maybe, someone she had passed by before, but certainly not someone she knew personally. Just when she had thought she knew nearly everyone too. "Just trying to escape the bitter reality that's living in Hulett."

[/color] The smirk remained in place as Nat responded. It wasn't a lie. She might not have been able to escape actually living in Hulett, but if she could just let herself drift every once in a while, she could manage to imagine she was somewhere else. The hustle and bustle of a big city to the smell of salt and fish on a boardwalk, overlooking the ocean. Those were the people who had it lucky and didn't even know it. They were free to come and go from where they lived as they pleased. No borders being protected, no being stuck in the same place for years, and above all else, no quarantine. They were a fortunate society.

"And, what about you? It's not everyday I run into someone as good looking as you in the middle of nowhere in a town in the middle of nowhere."[/color] She paused slightly, giving the girl another glance over. Definitely not the kind of person she expected to run into. "Not that I mind the company."[/color] She added, trying not to push the girl away. Company was company, and Nat didn't mind not being alone. Besides, they were far enough away from the regular portion of the park that she could handle it. "I'm Nat, by the way."[/color] Introductions were nice. As much as Nat had liked being referred to as a cute little thing, names were also nice. So what if the day hadn't exactly turned out as Nat had thought? It was Hulett. Surprises around every corner, and a place where anything was possible. Nat should have known better than to think the day was going to go normally.
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[sady amber lacovara]

Lifting a hand up, Sady ruffled the back of her head, making the hair fall back feathery and messy. She smirked as the girl replied. "How's that going for you?" she asked. This girl was honest, at least. Sady liked that. She was honest and blunt herself. It was annoying when she ran in to people who beat around the bush. Even if a person was being harshly honest toward her, she found she could respect it more than if they tried to protect her feelings by lying to be nice. Especially because then she always came back to question herself: feelings? Did she really have feelings? Well, okay, yeah — she guessed she did. She felt happiness, anger, sadness, jealousy, et cetera. But they didn't always feel that strong. More often than not, they were mere wisps — maybe memories — of emotions. She couldn't tell if that was simply who she was, or if it came with being possessed by a demon. Usually she leaned toward the demon thing. It made more sense. Because out of any of the emotions, the ones she felt the strongest at any given time were ones like anger or jealously. Demon-like enough, she figured.

Lust was another strong one she tended to feel. Which was also a Hell-ish emotion. And one she was feeling to a small degree now. It came with any person she found attractive. And damn, was this girl attractive. She was going to flirt her ass off and hope that something happened out of it. If not today, then she'd just be persistent and keep flirting until it did. When Sady set her mind to do something, she was usually pretty good at working until she got it.

"I'm just..." She trailed off, waving one of her hands in a general gesture. What was she doing here? "Wandering," she finished. Wandering aimlessly was about what she was doing. Not necessarily exploring, although she didn't think she had ever been in this part of the park before. Sady tended not to go to the park too often. She could recall going with her brother when they were younger, but lately... Most of her time nowadays was spent at the bars, even though she was still underage. She only had two years to go by now, but she didn't care. She had been drinking much longer than she had been sneaking in to bars. Not to mention Hulett wasn't necessarily strict at the whole drinking age thing. No one was going to come in and stop them, after all. The bars tended to let a person stay if they were a year or two away from being legal by U.S. standards. Other than that... Sady was hanging out in any other typically dark and deserted place. It seemed that her demon led her there, or to where other possessed people were. She usually let Bernardo lead her wherever he wanted. No harm had come to her yet — she suspected it never could. If Bernardo let harm come to her, then he could possibly lose her body for a host, she supposed. Death meant Bernardo couldn't reside in her body anymore.

'I'm Nat, by the way.'

Sady nodded her head to acknowledge that she heard the girl's words. "Sady," she introduced in return.

"Y'know, I'm surprised I haven't seen you around before, Nat," she went on after a pause, smirking again, "I'd remember a face like yours."

And considering Hulett's size, it was always a bit odd running in to a person around the same age as herself and realizing she didn't actually know them. Sady had been friendly before being possessed by her demon. She knew a lot of people her age, if not from the time before she was young then from being out at parties her peers threw. Very rarely was she at home — only to sleep, honestly. She hated home. Her parents were suffocating, overbearing, oppressive. And she knew her mother hated the fact that a demon had taken her over. She was too religious to be relatively okay with it. Her mother, she realized sometimes with a shock, was afraid of her. At times she took advantage of that to be left alone, but mainly it had made Sady realize that keeping her possession a secret for as long as possible was a good thing. She didn't want to scare people away from her, however much she found most of her fellow Hulett residents annoying. She'd hate scaring this chick away, for example.

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