((Cassandra continued from i'm ltierally cryign and sshakin rihgt now.))
Okay. Okay okay okay...
This was bad. It was also something. It was a rush. It was fear. It was something.
Cassandra didn't stop running until she reached the neighbourhood she now resided in. It was a long run, but she wanted to be as far away from that boy with the rapier as possible. She into a house. It didn't matter which one.
Now, she was seated against a wall, staring out into nothing. She was thinking. Now that the adrenaline had worn off, she had to force herself to calm down. It's not like she was completely relaxed, if that was even possible in this scenario. Every so often a sudden, distant noise would cause her to jump, and then she'd have to calm herself down again. But she had time to think, now.
Though... it's not like being alone with her thoughts really helped here.
People were really killing, weren't they? Someone had tried to kill her as soon as he saw her. If that kind of thing was happening, she wasn't really safe, was she? No, there was no safety here. Who knows what her classmates were doing?
Her thoughts turned to that boy. He had tried to kill her, and she responded by throwing her "weapon" at him. If her weapon had been different, that situation would have been different.
Her stomach churned at that thought. Would she have been the one to kill him instead? Was her mind already jumping to that?
But more importantly, what if that kind of thing happened again? Cassandra got lucky that time. She wouldn't get lucky every time.
Her eyes flickered up, to one of the windows.
She needed...
Cassandra stood up, moving into the one of the rooms. She found a small chair and picked it up, before swinging it into the room's window. The resulting shattering sound echoed through the neighbourhood, and Cassandra instinctively shielded her face and dropped the chair.
She looked down. Most of the shards of glass landed outside, but one particularly long shard of glass was lying right in front of her.
Cassandra hesitated, before she began to undo her tie, pulling it off from around her neck. She gingerly picked up the shard of glass and wrapped her tie around one end of it.
Now... she was ready. But what she was ready for, she wasn't sure.
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Cassandra there for a little while longer. She was on high alert, expecting someone to come into the house. The seconds turned to minutes, but they felt more like hours.
But no one came.
She let out a breath, before collapsing onto the floor. She stared listlessly at the makeshift weapon in her hands, before sighing.
What was she going to do now? Could she really use it? She didn't want to have to come up with the answer to that question, but if that encounter at the other building was anything to go by? It definitely would be.
She couldn't afford to be careless.
But no one came.
She let out a breath, before collapsing onto the floor. She stared listlessly at the makeshift weapon in her hands, before sighing.
What was she going to do now? Could she really use it? She didn't want to have to come up with the answer to that question, but if that encounter at the other building was anything to go by? It definitely would be.
She couldn't afford to be careless.
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((Daniel Newhouse continued from Victoria Crossroads))
Dan had tried his best to keep his eyes peeled as the two of them travelled along the northwards path, which was more like a suggestion of a road than anything like what they'd had at home. It was full of pits and cracks and holes, like the ground was trying to shake off the remnants of the town, and he couldn't imagine actually driving along it without feeling sympathy pains in his spine.
He'd been trying to look for things that might be useful, but that had seemed like a lost cause pretty quickly. It wasn't like a rock or a big stick would help them get themselves out of this, really, and he didn't need a weapon. No-one would be stupid enough to try attacking one of the few people that would be able to help them get out of this mess. They were all in this together, after all.
They reached another row of houses, and he couldn't help but voice his thoughts, wanting to break the awkward silence the two of them had settled in.
"Man... Where the hell is everyone?"
Dan had tried his best to keep his eyes peeled as the two of them travelled along the northwards path, which was more like a suggestion of a road than anything like what they'd had at home. It was full of pits and cracks and holes, like the ground was trying to shake off the remnants of the town, and he couldn't imagine actually driving along it without feeling sympathy pains in his spine.
He'd been trying to look for things that might be useful, but that had seemed like a lost cause pretty quickly. It wasn't like a rock or a big stick would help them get themselves out of this, really, and he didn't need a weapon. No-one would be stupid enough to try attacking one of the few people that would be able to help them get out of this mess. They were all in this together, after all.
They reached another row of houses, and he couldn't help but voice his thoughts, wanting to break the awkward silence the two of them had settled in.
"Man... Where the hell is everyone?"
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((Lucy Arkwright continued from Victoria Crossroads.))
Lucy was actually somehow grateful that she had kept her shoes in good quality unlike some others. The path was nothing like the sterile, concrete roads she was used to, it was a ghost of a path, too dirty and full of sharp sticks and stones to be a proper path, but having a faint outline of a real road. She couldn't possibly imagine walking without her hard, black school shoes, she would be tripping over if she had worn her high heals or sandals.
She was out of breath, which was admittedly kind of pathetic. Lucy had never been one to go outside, and she'll much rather peek from afar behind a building than behind a bush. In fact, if she had the option, she'll look from the comfort of her home. If Dan wasn't here, then Lucy would have just given up, and taken a nap. Sure, that made her vulnerable, but at least she'll die in a dream, unaware of reality. But since Dan was here, Lucy couldn't just give up, she had found someone, and she couldn't let go now. She followed extremely close behind him. It was strange, really. Lucy didn't feel much towards Dan, but yet, she didn't let herself be alone and without him.
Having have taken out a brownie from her MRE,(Well, after she realised she had left her duffel bag and had ran back panically to get it) Lucy nibbled on it while she walked silently, savouring the taste slowly It was something, it gave her something more than empty silence and empty terrains devoid of life. She was focused on her brownie, and replied to Dan, clearly not putting effort into trying to make it sound more energetically or otherwise not dead-pan. The only thing she did was make her voice louder so Dan could hear.
"Hiding. I think the announcement from before said that three people died already. Or four, maybe. The fact people are already dying means some people will be hiding."
"It's also getting kind of dark. And night is when the creepy crawlies and monsters of the night come out, while we rule over the day. Of course, we would be staying inside, while the demons dance in the night, looking for any foolish humans to devour."
Lucy was actually somehow grateful that she had kept her shoes in good quality unlike some others. The path was nothing like the sterile, concrete roads she was used to, it was a ghost of a path, too dirty and full of sharp sticks and stones to be a proper path, but having a faint outline of a real road. She couldn't possibly imagine walking without her hard, black school shoes, she would be tripping over if she had worn her high heals or sandals.
She was out of breath, which was admittedly kind of pathetic. Lucy had never been one to go outside, and she'll much rather peek from afar behind a building than behind a bush. In fact, if she had the option, she'll look from the comfort of her home. If Dan wasn't here, then Lucy would have just given up, and taken a nap. Sure, that made her vulnerable, but at least she'll die in a dream, unaware of reality. But since Dan was here, Lucy couldn't just give up, she had found someone, and she couldn't let go now. She followed extremely close behind him. It was strange, really. Lucy didn't feel much towards Dan, but yet, she didn't let herself be alone and without him.
Having have taken out a brownie from her MRE,(Well, after she realised she had left her duffel bag and had ran back panically to get it) Lucy nibbled on it while she walked silently, savouring the taste slowly It was something, it gave her something more than empty silence and empty terrains devoid of life. She was focused on her brownie, and replied to Dan, clearly not putting effort into trying to make it sound more energetically or otherwise not dead-pan. The only thing she did was make her voice louder so Dan could hear.
"Hiding. I think the announcement from before said that three people died already. Or four, maybe. The fact people are already dying means some people will be hiding."
"It's also getting kind of dark. And night is when the creepy crawlies and monsters of the night come out, while we rule over the day. Of course, we would be staying inside, while the demons dance in the night, looking for any foolish humans to devour."
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Cassandra hadn't really moved in the last several minutes, but that was honestly fine, since no one had found her yet. She'd been spending that entire time turning the glass shard over and over in her hands.
She was waiting for the other shoe to drop, and it eventually did when she heard a loud crackling noise.
And then a voice. Cassandra held her breath and listened.
She listened, but she only heard names. She couldn't really place faces to those names, or even really feel emotions for those people. Did that make her a bad person?
All she knew was that four people were now dead. And all of them were murdered by another person. She wasn't being paranoid. People really were buying into this. It wasn't just that one guy.
She let out her breath. She had rested long enough here, she supposed. She decided to move to another area. She moved to the front of the house, but stopped when she heard voices.
She froze. They sounded like they weren't too far away from here. She backed up from the front door.
She was waiting for the other shoe to drop, and it eventually did when she heard a loud crackling noise.
And then a voice. Cassandra held her breath and listened.
She listened, but she only heard names. She couldn't really place faces to those names, or even really feel emotions for those people. Did that make her a bad person?
All she knew was that four people were now dead. And all of them were murdered by another person. She wasn't being paranoid. People really were buying into this. It wasn't just that one guy.
She let out her breath. She had rested long enough here, she supposed. She decided to move to another area. She moved to the front of the house, but stopped when she heard voices.
She froze. They sounded like they weren't too far away from here. She backed up from the front door.
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Dan frowned a little as Lucy reminded him of the announcement.
"Don't believe that bullshit. I'm sure it's just to make us all suspicious, so we don't trust each other and get all jumpy so actual murders happen." he reasoned, simply.
He'd tried to put it out of mind, and he'd hoped she'd be smart enough to do that as well. Propaganda was one of the things the Americans did well, and after kidnapping them, arming them and telling them to kill each other well - Lying was hardly out of their range, was it? There was a pause then as he tried to parse the rest of her speech and formulate a response. It was hard to figure out how to say much to it though.
"You sure do have a way with words." he settled on, with a light tone and a smile, his walking slowing a little, as the two of them beginning to reach the outskirts of... something.
It was hard to find the right word again, as the not-road was suddenly accompanied by a few not-houses. Or, not any more, at least. Shattered windows, doors hanging open or off of hinges, roofs with tile upon tile already stripped. They'd not been homes to people in a long time, the elements being their guests at best, and rats and other vermin at worst. Wherever they ended up sleeping was unlikely to be particularly comfortable.
"We probably should find somewhere to set up shop for the night though, yeah." he gave a dismissive glance at the first house that crossed their path. "Not this one though", he decided, trying to keep pressing forwards.
"Don't believe that bullshit. I'm sure it's just to make us all suspicious, so we don't trust each other and get all jumpy so actual murders happen." he reasoned, simply.
He'd tried to put it out of mind, and he'd hoped she'd be smart enough to do that as well. Propaganda was one of the things the Americans did well, and after kidnapping them, arming them and telling them to kill each other well - Lying was hardly out of their range, was it? There was a pause then as he tried to parse the rest of her speech and formulate a response. It was hard to figure out how to say much to it though.
"You sure do have a way with words." he settled on, with a light tone and a smile, his walking slowing a little, as the two of them beginning to reach the outskirts of... something.
It was hard to find the right word again, as the not-road was suddenly accompanied by a few not-houses. Or, not any more, at least. Shattered windows, doors hanging open or off of hinges, roofs with tile upon tile already stripped. They'd not been homes to people in a long time, the elements being their guests at best, and rats and other vermin at worst. Wherever they ended up sleeping was unlikely to be particularly comfortable.
"We probably should find somewhere to set up shop for the night though, yeah." he gave a dismissive glance at the first house that crossed their path. "Not this one though", he decided, trying to keep pressing forwards.
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Oh, right. That was true. The annoucement was utterly unbelievable, absolutely! Some of the people that were killers were anything but! It's not possible, that's what Lucy wanted to believe. She wanted to simply believe none of this happened, and that this will all end well, or in fact, all this never happened at all. That she was really some Sleeping Beauty in a bed, simply in a nightmare. After all, this...barely felt real, like she could just focus just a little bit more in the fantasy world, and suddenly, this place became the fiction, and that fantasy became the real world.
But she couldn't dream her way out of this mess, as much as she wanted to float out of this world, she couldn't. A little strand that tied her to reality grounded her here, now, with Dan. Lucy wasn't planning on letting that little string that binded her here come undone or broken anytime soon. She was going to be real. For once.
"Who knows though. Unless we find a body, then we won't be sure if what they're saying is true. Of course, they'll spin their web of lies until a little fly gets caught in it, and that little fly brings all the others to their doom. But...I won't deny....Even if people don't believe what you call horse-poop, even wanting to see their family again or wanting to go home is a good enough motive for killing. I mean, people kill for the smallest reasons, you know?"
Lucy chewed on her half-eaten brownie, as she seemed to both thoughtlessly and thoughtfully say that. If she realised the full gravity of what she said, then she wouldn't have said it, but it wasn't impulsive either. She said it with the tone of a book analyst, detached, even empty. Despite the clarity and energy in her voice, Lucy seemed to be in another world completely, her eyes were blank like her smile.
"Ini, meeny, miney, moe, catch a bunny by the throat, if she hollers..."
Following Dan, Lucy softly recited a rhyme recycled from her childhood memories, seemingly choosing which house to stay in, although obviously skipping over the less-then-nice houses, which to say was a majority of them. But she stopped, for whatever reason. Maybe she already found a house to stay in?
"Do you have a house in mind, Sam? I quite fancy this one."
Lucy walked forward in the direction of the house a little, while staying close to Dan. She pointed at the house. Really, she hadn't decided which house they should stay in by the smallest details. She liked a house, she'll stay there. Lucy was trying to sound like she was suggesting rather then demanding, but she really wanted to stay in the one she chose. Not to the point Lucy would throw a temper tantrum over it but....no, actually, it was pretty much to that point.
But she couldn't dream her way out of this mess, as much as she wanted to float out of this world, she couldn't. A little strand that tied her to reality grounded her here, now, with Dan. Lucy wasn't planning on letting that little string that binded her here come undone or broken anytime soon. She was going to be real. For once.
"Who knows though. Unless we find a body, then we won't be sure if what they're saying is true. Of course, they'll spin their web of lies until a little fly gets caught in it, and that little fly brings all the others to their doom. But...I won't deny....Even if people don't believe what you call horse-poop, even wanting to see their family again or wanting to go home is a good enough motive for killing. I mean, people kill for the smallest reasons, you know?"
Lucy chewed on her half-eaten brownie, as she seemed to both thoughtlessly and thoughtfully say that. If she realised the full gravity of what she said, then she wouldn't have said it, but it wasn't impulsive either. She said it with the tone of a book analyst, detached, even empty. Despite the clarity and energy in her voice, Lucy seemed to be in another world completely, her eyes were blank like her smile.
"Ini, meeny, miney, moe, catch a bunny by the throat, if she hollers..."
Following Dan, Lucy softly recited a rhyme recycled from her childhood memories, seemingly choosing which house to stay in, although obviously skipping over the less-then-nice houses, which to say was a majority of them. But she stopped, for whatever reason. Maybe she already found a house to stay in?
"Do you have a house in mind, Sam? I quite fancy this one."
Lucy walked forward in the direction of the house a little, while staying close to Dan. She pointed at the house. Really, she hadn't decided which house they should stay in by the smallest details. She liked a house, she'll stay there. Lucy was trying to sound like she was suggesting rather then demanding, but she really wanted to stay in the one she chose. Not to the point Lucy would throw a temper tantrum over it but....no, actually, it was pretty much to that point.
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Cassandra took another step back. They were getting closer. What was she supposed to do now? If she stepped out of the house, they could attack her. She could stay inside, and hope that they passed her by. That would probably be the best course of action, but what if they did, in fact, decide to enter this house? Cassandra looked down at the shard of glass. She gulped.
What if she yelled at them to go away? It might have a chance of working, if they listened. If they didn't though, and they were violent, she'd have just given away her position.
She had to assume they were hostile, now. Four people were dead, and she herself had already been attacked. Someone attacked her. He tried to kill her. Cassandra couldn't afford to let her guard down anymore. It was the only way to stay alive.
Cassandra turned, looking back into the house. Her eyes followed the walkable space, tracing a path from the room she'd just been in, to the kitchen, out into the front room and up the stairs. Cassandra bit her lip, before making her decision. She rushed back into the room with the broken window. The open window was a maw of glass teeth, and surely, if she tried to escape through it, she wouldn't escaped unscathed, but...
It was possible that they could skip the house or, barring that, head upstairs without checking out the first floor. It was possible, but she had to consider every option.
She had to hope that, if they did enter the house and manage to find her, the maw wouldn't be too unkind.
What if she yelled at them to go away? It might have a chance of working, if they listened. If they didn't though, and they were violent, she'd have just given away her position.
She had to assume they were hostile, now. Four people were dead, and she herself had already been attacked. Someone attacked her. He tried to kill her. Cassandra couldn't afford to let her guard down anymore. It was the only way to stay alive.
Cassandra turned, looking back into the house. Her eyes followed the walkable space, tracing a path from the room she'd just been in, to the kitchen, out into the front room and up the stairs. Cassandra bit her lip, before making her decision. She rushed back into the room with the broken window. The open window was a maw of glass teeth, and surely, if she tried to escape through it, she wouldn't escaped unscathed, but...
It was possible that they could skip the house or, barring that, head upstairs without checking out the first floor. It was possible, but she had to consider every option.
She had to hope that, if they did enter the house and manage to find her, the maw wouldn't be too unkind.
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Lucy's method was as good as any to pick a place to start, he supposed. The door was closed, the windows seemed mostly unbroken, the roof wasn't caved in with neglect - As far as their surroundings were concerned it was basically a mansion. But they had to be careful, it'd be just like the Americans to fill the place with traps, or something like that.
Her other words were less reassuring than her abilities as a realtor, and he tried his best not to let his expression show that he felt that way. It would be fine, he could forgive her acting just a little crazy, given how crazy the world was right now. He just hoped she'd learn his name, and how to be not quite so depressing. And how to get a point across without sounding like an English teacher.
"Sounds like a plan." He agreed, as he walked over to the door, opening it and walking inside. The floorboards groaned under his weight as he took a few steps forwards, and he looked at them suspiciously, stopping in the hallway. The silence held for a few moments, before he broke it.
"Hello?!"
There was a pause, but he heard something, or someone moving. He looked over his shoulder to Lucy briefly, indicating that she should follow as he walked in. He kept his hands high and free as he took a few more steps forwards, keeping the pen knife out of his hands. He didn't want whoever it was to think he was one of the supposed bad guys that had been rung up on the announcement.
His palm pressed against the flaking white paint of the door in the direction of the noises, slowly pushing it open, not wanting to make any sudden movements. After all, if he had a knife, what was stopping them from having a gun?
Her other words were less reassuring than her abilities as a realtor, and he tried his best not to let his expression show that he felt that way. It would be fine, he could forgive her acting just a little crazy, given how crazy the world was right now. He just hoped she'd learn his name, and how to be not quite so depressing. And how to get a point across without sounding like an English teacher.
"Sounds like a plan." He agreed, as he walked over to the door, opening it and walking inside. The floorboards groaned under his weight as he took a few steps forwards, and he looked at them suspiciously, stopping in the hallway. The silence held for a few moments, before he broke it.
"Hello?!"
There was a pause, but he heard something, or someone moving. He looked over his shoulder to Lucy briefly, indicating that she should follow as he walked in. He kept his hands high and free as he took a few more steps forwards, keeping the pen knife out of his hands. He didn't want whoever it was to think he was one of the supposed bad guys that had been rung up on the announcement.
His palm pressed against the flaking white paint of the door in the direction of the noises, slowly pushing it open, not wanting to make any sudden movements. After all, if he had a knife, what was stopping them from having a gun?
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Was she off? Was Dan really giving her that look that she was being crazy, or was that just her? Lucy didn't really know, and if she did, how could see know for sure that she wasn't seeing things where they aren't? She didn't. The red string around her finger tying her down to reality was coming loose as it is, and every action she took, she felt like it was getting looser. She could feel it too, she had some sort of awareness that this was all real when she first woke up, as small as it was. But now, Lucy couldn't grasp that awareness, her vision saw the world as dream-like, and only her rational thinking kept her from pinching herself awake.
Even though she chose the house only because her emotions told her to, now that Lucy looked at the house...it wasn't bad. Sure, it looked nothing like her large, spacious, warm, cozy house, but Lucy preferred it over the smell of sea and the musk of market. Besides, Dan was here with her, and they were going to be in the house together. That was already an improvement over her own home, where relatives, carers and Grandpa Luke would try and fill in for her parents and failed. Not even special people could fill in the space only parents can.
Lucy snapped out of her daydream, and glanced over to Dan, she realised how far away he was. Lucy ran panically and quickly over to Dan, a sharp contrast to her monotone, still self just a few seconds ago.
"Wait! For me!"
Lucy caught up with Dan, and it was then she realised how loud and silly she had been. As that adrenaline slipped away to reveal emptiness underneath, Lucy shrugged to herself and realised some rest would do her body and mind some good. She follow slowly behind Dan, still panting from the sudden sprint.
"Hello?"
Echoing Dan dully and monotonously, Lucy tried to copy what Dan was doing, she stuffed the rest of the brownie in her mouth, and held her metal hair pin just like Dan held out his knife. Dan looked like he knew what he was doing, after all. To be so motivated, so energetic, so everything Lucy was not, that was nearly admirable, it really wasn't so much that he looked like he knew what to do.
Even though she chose the house only because her emotions told her to, now that Lucy looked at the house...it wasn't bad. Sure, it looked nothing like her large, spacious, warm, cozy house, but Lucy preferred it over the smell of sea and the musk of market. Besides, Dan was here with her, and they were going to be in the house together. That was already an improvement over her own home, where relatives, carers and Grandpa Luke would try and fill in for her parents and failed. Not even special people could fill in the space only parents can.
Lucy snapped out of her daydream, and glanced over to Dan, she realised how far away he was. Lucy ran panically and quickly over to Dan, a sharp contrast to her monotone, still self just a few seconds ago.
"Wait! For me!"
Lucy caught up with Dan, and it was then she realised how loud and silly she had been. As that adrenaline slipped away to reveal emptiness underneath, Lucy shrugged to herself and realised some rest would do her body and mind some good. She follow slowly behind Dan, still panting from the sudden sprint.
"Hello?"
Echoing Dan dully and monotonously, Lucy tried to copy what Dan was doing, she stuffed the rest of the brownie in her mouth, and held her metal hair pin just like Dan held out his knife. Dan looked like he knew what he was doing, after all. To be so motivated, so energetic, so everything Lucy was not, that was nearly admirable, it really wasn't so much that he looked like he knew what to do.
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Oh no. Ooooh no no no.
All of Cassandra's worst case scenarios were coming to fruition.
When she heard the front door open, she held her breath. She hoped against hope that they'd go up the stairs, away from the door, and she could just run out of the house, and by that point it didn't matter if they'd heard her, because she'd already been gone. This was not what happened.
She could hear them calling out, calling out and walking around and oh no they were coming toward the door!
Cassandra took a few shaky steps back, back toward the breeze blowing lazily through the broken window. She looked back, to the shards of glass still affixed to the frame. They were calling her toward the void. She looked back toward the door.
Through the unknown people, or through the sharp pain of glass?
The devil you know, or the devil you don't?
Or...
The third option? The one that vaguely registered again as she looked down, at the shard in her hand.
no no no no no no no
All of Cassandra's worst case scenarios were coming to fruition.
When she heard the front door open, she held her breath. She hoped against hope that they'd go up the stairs, away from the door, and she could just run out of the house, and by that point it didn't matter if they'd heard her, because she'd already been gone. This was not what happened.
She could hear them calling out, calling out and walking around and oh no they were coming toward the door!
Cassandra took a few shaky steps back, back toward the breeze blowing lazily through the broken window. She looked back, to the shards of glass still affixed to the frame. They were calling her toward the void. She looked back toward the door.
Through the unknown people, or through the sharp pain of glass?
The devil you know, or the devil you don't?
Or...
The third option? The one that vaguely registered again as she looked down, at the shard in her hand.
no no no no no no no
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The door slowly opened at his insistence, the house silent barring the hinges of the door creaking in protest at their motion, the hand not pressing against the wood of the door vaguely gesturing at Lucy to stay back. The crack was another ray of light, better lit than the shrouded hallway they stood in, slowly widening into a vertical slice of them room. Then a slightly wider slice, until he was confident that no-one was pointing a gun directly at the door, and he gave it a stiffer nudge with his shoulder as he pushed forwards into the room.
It took him only a fraction of a second to notice the other presence in the room and halt his entrance, awkwardly standing in the doorframe as the short, blonde girl and him locked eyes for a moment. He broke the staring contest, his eyes flicking down to look at the thing in her hand. It looked ungainly, a piece of glass wrapped in cloth, which seemed a redundant thing to give one of them given how much broken glass littered the place.
Perhaps the Americans found that sort of thing funny?
It would explain the pen knife.
"Heeeyyyyy....." he tried to start, keeping his voice low, trying to make his intentions clear but failing to find the words with which to express them as her small brown eyes stayed locked onto him. He felt his heartbeat begin to rise, a sickening feeling that pumped in his chest, his grip on the door tightening slightly as the silence continued for more than a fraction of a second.
It took him only a fraction of a second to notice the other presence in the room and halt his entrance, awkwardly standing in the doorframe as the short, blonde girl and him locked eyes for a moment. He broke the staring contest, his eyes flicking down to look at the thing in her hand. It looked ungainly, a piece of glass wrapped in cloth, which seemed a redundant thing to give one of them given how much broken glass littered the place.
Perhaps the Americans found that sort of thing funny?
It would explain the pen knife.
"Heeeyyyyy....." he tried to start, keeping his voice low, trying to make his intentions clear but failing to find the words with which to express them as her small brown eyes stayed locked onto him. He felt his heartbeat begin to rise, a sickening feeling that pumped in his chest, his grip on the door tightening slightly as the silence continued for more than a fraction of a second.
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Lucy did stay back, as she leaned up against the house walls, waiting for Dan to finally finish opening the dang door. While she cringed at the horrible creaks and groans that came out of the door that indicated there were unwelcome, if it was Lucy, she would have thrown the door open. Like, sure, it would be more scary for anyone who might have been in the house as well, but by then, Lucy would have shown herself as someone who wasn't a threat.
Like, unless whoever was in there was ready to attack, then they surely would be able to at least say "We're not trying hurt you.", and they would only be ready to attack if Dan and Lucy had been noticed BEFORE they came inside, and Lucy was pretty sure th-
Oh. Oops.
As Lucy followed behind Dan, almost close enough to call it looking over his shoulder, but not quite, Lucy noticed the girl. She had a glass shard in her hands, barely better then Lucy's own shabby, stabby weapon. This girl must have been like Lucy then, stuck with a cruddy weapon, and just like Lucy, must have picked up a remotely sharp thing and tried to call it a weapon.
Who...was this girl? Surely, if she wasn't boring, then Lucy would know who she is. Blonde hair...okay, that was about like, a nearly quarter of the school body, the scrawy thinness? Okay, that suggested that this girl wasn't an athlete or anything. Her mousy face with that messy darkish hair, Lucy thought that sounded familiar....
This girl must be....Cassandra? Oh. Right! Lucy still had a blurry picture of her in her drawer, buried under unprofessional long-shots of other people. Lucy had a soft spot for people with no friends at that time, so she must have been...uh...looking into Cassandra for a while. It was coming back to her, unwelcome memories of the past, bothersome and rarely useful. All Lucy learnt was that Cassandra wouldn't be a girl to willingly hurt someone, all those memories, and Lucy learnt one small detail. But maybe, that small detail was all that was needed.
Lucy stepped back away from Cass, so much so that only her face was visible behind Dan. She put on a smile, tried to make it genuine. Mouthing a "Hi, Cass!" silently, accompanied by a wave, Lucy knew that it was best to show Cass that they were no threat. If Cass calmed down, then she would not hurt them, and if she did not hurt then, then she could be an ally, and if she was an ally, then that made their survivals more likely.
But first things first, of course, Lucy was getting way too ahead of herself.
"Dan? Put the knife down, and then...say we're the good guys? I guess? I think everyone's equally scared here."
Was that the best way to calm someone down, or did that make Dan a sitting duck? Lucy didn't know. But she knew that she'll probably strike out if someone was holding a knife. Just in case.
Like, unless whoever was in there was ready to attack, then they surely would be able to at least say "We're not trying hurt you.", and they would only be ready to attack if Dan and Lucy had been noticed BEFORE they came inside, and Lucy was pretty sure th-
Oh. Oops.
As Lucy followed behind Dan, almost close enough to call it looking over his shoulder, but not quite, Lucy noticed the girl. She had a glass shard in her hands, barely better then Lucy's own shabby, stabby weapon. This girl must have been like Lucy then, stuck with a cruddy weapon, and just like Lucy, must have picked up a remotely sharp thing and tried to call it a weapon.
Who...was this girl? Surely, if she wasn't boring, then Lucy would know who she is. Blonde hair...okay, that was about like, a nearly quarter of the school body, the scrawy thinness? Okay, that suggested that this girl wasn't an athlete or anything. Her mousy face with that messy darkish hair, Lucy thought that sounded familiar....
This girl must be....Cassandra? Oh. Right! Lucy still had a blurry picture of her in her drawer, buried under unprofessional long-shots of other people. Lucy had a soft spot for people with no friends at that time, so she must have been...uh...looking into Cassandra for a while. It was coming back to her, unwelcome memories of the past, bothersome and rarely useful. All Lucy learnt was that Cassandra wouldn't be a girl to willingly hurt someone, all those memories, and Lucy learnt one small detail. But maybe, that small detail was all that was needed.
Lucy stepped back away from Cass, so much so that only her face was visible behind Dan. She put on a smile, tried to make it genuine. Mouthing a "Hi, Cass!" silently, accompanied by a wave, Lucy knew that it was best to show Cass that they were no threat. If Cass calmed down, then she would not hurt them, and if she did not hurt then, then she could be an ally, and if she was an ally, then that made their survivals more likely.
But first things first, of course, Lucy was getting way too ahead of herself.
"Dan? Put the knife down, and then...say we're the good guys? I guess? I think everyone's equally scared here."
Was that the best way to calm someone down, or did that make Dan a sitting duck? Lucy didn't know. But she knew that she'll probably strike out if someone was holding a knife. Just in case.
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CondorTalon
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The door opened. Cassandra didn't, at first anyway, recognize the guy that pushed the door open. Cassandra wasn't familiar with many people at school at the best of times, and now...
The guy came in with an attempt at a greeting. Cassandra didn't respond. She couldn't suss out his intentions at all, and it just made her feel more vulnerable.
And so her thoughts went back to that choice. Go through him? Go through the window? The...
No! She... she couldn't...
She didn't initially register the appearance of a second person behind the first. There were more words, but Cassandra didn't really register them until
knife
That word struck out, almost physically striking her in the chest. At that moment, Cassandra's mind emptied of rational thought. She had to get out, and the easiest... no, the quickest way out...
Cassandra turned, running for the window.
The guy came in with an attempt at a greeting. Cassandra didn't respond. She couldn't suss out his intentions at all, and it just made her feel more vulnerable.
And so her thoughts went back to that choice. Go through him? Go through the window? The...
No! She... she couldn't...
She didn't initially register the appearance of a second person behind the first. There were more words, but Cassandra didn't really register them until
knife
That word struck out, almost physically striking her in the chest. At that moment, Cassandra's mind emptied of rational thought. She had to get out, and the easiest... no, the quickest way out...
Cassandra turned, running for the window.
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Frozen Smoke
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He turned his head back to look at Lucy, his face questioning what she was playing at - He wasn't holding a knife in the first place. He'd kept his hands empty with not scaring whoever was in here in mind, and here Lucy was giving him instructions, as if they had to pretend to be the good guys. His head turned back to the other girl, and he opened his mouth, trying to get something like an apology out.
"I'-"
The person he was trying to talk to had already started moving, as fast as she could, and it was almost instinct to follow - The two of them breaking into a brief sprint, before his height advantage let him catch up, his thoughts following along soon after as he realised she was going towards the window. It was shattered, but daggers of cut glass pointed out from each side, the kinds of things you could cut yourself open on so bad it'd keep bleeding forever without a doctor. Fuck, was she trying to jump out of it or something?
He stopped her the only way he knew how as his arms reached around her waist, his forming going low as he tried to lever her up and stop the both of them before they gored themselves. His legs burnt as he tried to halt their combined momentum as he stumbled another few steps forwards, the girl slipping down in his hands and her feet scrabbling over the ground for a moment.
"You crazy fucking bitc-"
The burning became a sharp, jagged point of pain, and his speech became a wordless roar of agony as he reached down instinctively to it.
The girl that had been in his arms dropped the last few inches to the floor.
"I'-"
The person he was trying to talk to had already started moving, as fast as she could, and it was almost instinct to follow - The two of them breaking into a brief sprint, before his height advantage let him catch up, his thoughts following along soon after as he realised she was going towards the window. It was shattered, but daggers of cut glass pointed out from each side, the kinds of things you could cut yourself open on so bad it'd keep bleeding forever without a doctor. Fuck, was she trying to jump out of it or something?
He stopped her the only way he knew how as his arms reached around her waist, his forming going low as he tried to lever her up and stop the both of them before they gored themselves. His legs burnt as he tried to halt their combined momentum as he stumbled another few steps forwards, the girl slipping down in his hands and her feet scrabbling over the ground for a moment.
"You crazy fucking bitc-"
The burning became a sharp, jagged point of pain, and his speech became a wordless roar of agony as he reached down instinctively to it.
The girl that had been in his arms dropped the last few inches to the floor.