we run the night --- AXEL

[DETTA GRACE HANOVER.]

[bg=BLACK][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] Detta somewhat stirred in her sleep, as she slumbered in the passenger seat of a semi truck. Detta’s travels had brought her numerous places. She had practically been in almost every state since running away from her father nearly a year ago. Why had she run from her last remaining family member you ask? He worked as a butcher for the mob, and that was something Detta just couldn’t stomach. Sure she was slowly leaving her innocence in the past, but she never thought herself capable of some of the horrendous things her father had done. As a child Detta struggled to understand the people around her. Her mother was hardly around, and when she was she was never stable. Detta grew up in a rocky home where the faces changed weekly. She was never really looked after and going to school was her only escape. Detta had loved school as a child, mostly because it was warm, she was around people who actually cared about her, and she got gold stars for doing her homework. All in all Detta loved school because it was structured, and she left every day feeling as though she had not only accomplished something, but it was acknowledged as well. Detta was quickly snapped from her thoughts when a loud thud awoke her from her sleep. “Sorry, hit a road bump.” came Stan’s voice. Detta narrowed her eyes at him, before looking around confused. How long had she been asleep, and where were they? “What time is it?” Detta asked sitting upright in the passenger seat. “Little after one am.” came the truckers voice. The slinky fake blonde rubbed her face, before pushing her hair back and looking out her window. “I can’t believe you let me sleep that long.” she said in an irritated fashion, before letting her pretty eyes look back over at him. “You looked peaceful sleeping, and you seemed as though you needed a couple hours of decent sleep.” he said warmly. If anything bothered Detta more it was happy people. How she hated people who had such a bad life and were still so freaking happy all the time. Detta had nothing to be happy about, and she was going to make sure the whole world knew it too. “That wasn’t you call.” she said almost viciously, hoping the elderly truck driver would argue with her, but he didn’t. “Where are we? Detta asked looking around in hopes of locating a sign. “Carmel, California.” he said his voice once again cheery. Detta practically shot out of her seat at his words, “How far from the city are we?” she asked slipping her black hoodie back on. “We are in it now.” Stan replied, “Let me guess you want me to let you out now?” he said with a grin. “Yeah just stop I can walk the rest of the way. " she said sharply “Alright, I’m going to be here for about a week if you want a lift back east.” he said thoughtfully as he pulled the truck to a stop. “Thanks Stan.” she said hopping out of the truck and hitting the streets. Detta stopped momentarily to pull her hood over her head, and to pull her handgun out of her bag and tuck it behind her back, lodge in the waistband of her jeans. Detta had learned her way around a gun a long time ago, she had just chose not to turn into a typical street rat and flaunt it. Detta had grown up around thugs, dealers and the like. It was long before one of her numerous step dads had taken her out for some target practice. As Detta made her way through the city it began to rain. How she had hoped the weather would have been sunnier out here. After all she was homeless at the moment, and sleeping on the street in a puddle would not be fun. Detta began walking faster, her eyes looking around the city for a catholic church to call home for the night. She had learned a long time ago that those places wouldn’t refuse a soul like hers from taking refuge. Unfortunately she wasn’t having much luck finding one. Detta decided it might be best to approach someone and ask. As she made her way towards the next intersection she spotted a rather tall man, much older than herself, and in her eyes not any more threatening than the man she had traveled from Oregon to California with. “Sorry to be a bother.” came her eastern accent. “But would you happen to know where I could find a catholic church?” she said raising and eye brow, her hand slipping behind her back just in case.

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[AXEL VIKTOR WOLFF.]

[style=font-family: times; font-size:30px; padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 30PX;]DON'T DIE BEFORE I DO

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e; text-transform: lowercase;]The drinks had flowed and the women had been generous, but as Axel walked out of the gentleman's club, he felt oddly unsatisfied, Maybe it was because of the fact that he hadn't managed to bring a woman home with him, or maybe because he felt as though he was getting older and maybe he should slow down soon. those thoughts actually made him want to go out and party some more, just to prove to himself that he wasn't too old to keep living the lifestyle that he had for so many years. besides, he knew for a fact that he had at least until fifty before it started getting a little weird. at fourty, women liked a seasoned man, someone who knew what they were doing and knew how to treat a woman the old fashioned way. axel was very polite and respectful, when it came down to it, of course after a one night stand he would politely ask them to leave. sometimes, it was obviously not the best move on his part; sometimes he got slapped, sometimes he got things thrown at him, but he didn't care. he'd let the girl do her thing and then he would leave regardless. Walking out of the gentleman's club, he pulled out a pack of marlboros, put one between his lips and then lit it before he decided to take a walk around the city. he knew he could call a cab whenever he wanted, but he just wnated to get some fresh air and take a short walk before he went home and fell asleep for the evening. With a hand in his pocket, he strolled down the streets of Carmel, just looking around and taking in the sites. the city truly was beautiful and even though it was the dead of night, it was still warm enough to wear a jacket. living half of his life in germany, he never used to be able to do that, not even in the middle of summer. so, he took advantage of it. lifting the cigarette to his lips, he took in a long drag before letting it out through his nose. he didn't know exactly where he was going, he was just sort of walking aimlessly around the city until he found himself too tired to keep going. he hadn't done something like this since he first moved to carmel. he had walked aimlessly around the city and eventually had got himself lost. luckily he just hailed a cab and they had taken him back to the apartment he had lived in at the time. When his cigarette was finished, he stoped and threw it on the ground, not really realizing that he was right by the abandoned corner store. Pulling out the package again, he pulled one out and put it between his lips. He was about to light it when he heard a voice coming from behind him. turning around, he looked down at the petite girl in front of him and spoke, the cigarette still between his lips, "Why would you need to be looking for a church?" he asked before he lifted his lighter to his lips and lighted the cigarette. Pulling in the first drag, he pulled the cigarette from his lips and blew it out of his mouth in the opposite direction of where the girl was standing. he always tried to be respectful and keep the smoke out of people's face when he smoked, "You don't seem homeless." he replied, his thick german accent cutting through before he took another drag. [/style]

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SEVEN OH ONE WORDS FOR DETTA/ ALICE .

his outfit is here. sorry it's so shitty. ):

[DETTA GRACE HANOVER.]

[bg=BLACK][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] Detta hated when people got nosey, it was by far one of her biggest pet peeves. Why couldn't people just answer a god damn question, why on earth was it any of his business what her agenda was? She wasn't about to tell him her whole life story, starting how she was born to a drug addicted mother who didn't give two shits about her. A mother who was so selfish that she gave her daughter up to the state so that she could continue to run around like a whore. Or maybe he preferred to hear about how she had lost her virginity to a shrink in an attempt to spring herself from foster care. Oh or maybe he would be more interested in how her father turned out to be a butcher for a mob, and some bounty hunter had drug her against her will back to him. Or best of all how she was currently roaming the streets in an effort to seek revenge? Oh boy was he in for a treat if he continued his path of questioning. Detta sighed and gave him a rather irritated look, before looking around the dark lonely streets once more. "I want to pray, alright?" she said defensively, though her words were definitely a lie. Detta wasn't religious, god didn't exist in her eyes. After all if there was an all knowing, loving, generous god in the skies above her, he wouldn't have let her suffer the way she had over the years. A god so cold, so cruel as to let one of his children be emotionally, physically, and sexually abused was no god of hers. Life was what it was, life. You lived, your grew, you died, that was it. There was no glorious heaven above, no angels to welcome the cold and lost, and no god to hold her and tell her life would be better now. No, she was alone in this cruel world and it was about time she dealt with that. "Please just point me in the direction of the nearest church, and we can be done with this conversation, sir." she said firmly. Detta fidgeted some more as the cool night air greeted her, and if one was listening close enough they would be greeted by a rumbling belly as well. Etta didn't look in the best of health, a little too thin, a bit too messy, and her rudeness only showed her lack of care for others. "Why must you be so stubborn, just answer my question with an answer, and not another question." she said getting the feeling that this man would be nothing but trouble for her. "Of course I'm not fucking homeless, do i look fucking homeless to you?" she said rather rudely as her eyes looked about the street corner. "You know what, maybe I'm just wasting my time, thanks for nothing." Etta said walking away from him, not caring that she bumped his arm in the process. As her slinky body walked away, a hint of metal showed in her waistband as he moved away from him. Her beautiful eyes scanning the area for another face that might be friendly, and help her seek the church she needed so badly. However the more people she approached the meaner the responses got. So with a loud sigh, and a slight shame in her walk she chased down the first stranger she had talked to. "Alright, Alright. I need a place to sleep, just please show me where the church is?" Etta said with very tired and pleading eyes. Submission was not her favorite thing to do, but given the circumstances she had no other choice.

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