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[b][i]Cat
Farm House || Attic
Characters Interacted: Mercy[/i][/b][/center]

Cat had continued to sleep by the window on his stomach, until his cold blue eyes snapped open at the sound of quiet footsteps that came from the stairs leading to the attic. Noise has been uttered in a soft constant pattern for sometime now, roaming around the house. Some were the people leaving, though they had been gone for sometime. Some were the ones left behind, and by what he saw out the window only left four others beside himself.

Rolling over and sitting up, he leaned his left shoulder against the window frame, the shadows cloaking his body but spared half of his face when he stared toward the door. Listening intently, he waited for the visitor to get closer, whom politely knocked on the door before soon opening it. A feminine voice called his name, and he instantly recognized it as that blonde woman. He was a little surprised to see she had returned up here. Watching her just a hour ago, she had been scared, their was little denying the fear he witnessed from her. Though, it was not surprising. What peeked some thought from his mind was her timid was to males in general. If it was just him, he could understand, though he saw her avoid eye contact with Dog as well.

His twin was tall, not as tall as him, but she towered over the females here, and even some of the males. Yet Dog was not very intimidating due to her eager to please happy attitude.

Whatever the case, he didn't much care for the reasons other than her purpose in braving the return to the attic.

Blue eyes never leaving the peeked open door, he watched as she slowly entered, only occasionally glancing around for him. In comparison, he hardly blinked as he watched her, almost guaranteed that they would make eye contact every time she looked up toward him. The blue eye within the sunlight glistening as he watched her and listened to her reasoning. At first she apologized for disturbing him before saying she was offering to treat his self inflicted injury.

Eyes narrowing in mild suspicion as he watched her, he didn't say anything as he just watched and thought for a moment. It was normal to be cautious, he wasn't exactly the most liked person and it was always possible for someone to take advantage in being so close to someone with the excuse for treatment. Yet Cat doubted this girl had the guts to try anything, she could barely make eye contact. So slicing his throat or poisoning him may be beyond this girl's thought process.

Raw instinct and thoughts concurred he felt no threat from her, so after a pause he shifted in his place before removing his coat then shirt. Leaving his upper body bare minus his gloves and the silver necklace. He had cut his upper arm, so it would be easier to treat without the annoyance of clothing. His body was a total mess. So many scars littered his body, that there were barely any untouched skin. His throat had a few cut marks on the left side and front, and the more hideous obvious scars were the giant X scar on his chest. The middle being where his heart should be, and he ends going from shoulder to above the hip. As well as the unseen ones on his back, his entire back covered in a very old burn scar with a bunch of long lashing scars over them. It was hard to tell if those were from whips or sharp blades. It seemed really only his face was left untouched. His left shoulder held a clearly cut in numbered scar, as if it was a brand with the numbers 666.

Setting the clothes aside, he sat cross legged as he lifted his injured arm, the wound still mildly bleeding. 

[b]"....Alright."[/b] Cat's cold emotionless voice whipped out clearly, giving the girl the okay to treat him if she so wished. Though his eyes would watch her every step of the time. Be it out of caution or curiosity. After all, risking such a fear to treat the source of the fear was mildly interesting and he didn't quite understand such logic. Dog did it because they were kin and their only source of family, but this girl held no such obligation.

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[b][i]Dog
Fuel Run || Truck
Characters Interacted: Ash, Kaylah[/i][/b][/center]

Dog hummed softly as he rode in the car, having the intense urge to open the window and sticking his head out of it to feel the wind in his face. It was so odd riding shotgun in a vehicle, and was pretty cool. It wasn't a often occurrence for him so this felt like a special treat. His driving was a little spastic, considering he doesn't really drive and when he did it usually led in a chase which led into crashing and things. Another thing Cat had the advantage of. 

So it was Kaylah who took the wheel and followed the rest of the group. All the while Dog was pretty much talking non-stop in such a fast and excited manner, it was highly difficult to keep up since his speed slurred his words a bit. While he occasionally did a wave to the truck in front of them, unsure if they could actually see him or not. When they finally stopped near a gas station, Dog cheered before pretty much leaping out of the car without a second thought. Spinning in a circle and stretching his arms in the air.

Looking to see Remy and Rena get oh and slightly move ahead while Ash moved over to Dog and Kaylah, Dog gave a eager smile, though contained any excited loud words he wanted to say.

Listening to her instructions as best he could, Dog nodded repeatedly before doing a salute. It was obvious Dog was used to being ordered around, maybe even required it to stay out of trouble. The dirty blonde then went to the back of the truck and picked up one of the canisters with ease and set it down on the ground before pretty much pacing between two feet in anticipation. Waiting for the okay.