He… knows who you are. At least one side does.
S h r u g.
"What the hell isn’t?"
Tch.
"I'm trying to help, okay-"
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He… knows who you are. At least one side does.
S h r u g.
"What the hell isn’t?"
Tch.
"I'm trying to help, okay-"
Who the hell.
.. … oh. Fuck. His head - it hurts.
"Yeah…"
It's Arti-- you dumb butt.
"What's..wrong?"
This doesn’t feel much different from yesterday - but he’s done hiding now.
"Alex..?"
[cue whining]
I don't wanna stay in beeeeeeeeeeeeed
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"I didn’t come here to help."
More.. interfere. With any routine; any lives. This wasn’t his intention. If it’s nothing made of his city, infection, familiarity of sickness that just keeps spreading - he’s trying.
Trying to stay away because a single compromise could mean that much more suffering.
The voices brought him here. This far. Far from any of that familiarity - far from ‘home.’
There’s something damned about this place, he just hasn’t seen it yet. Here, somewhere. The answers; waiting to be found.
Insert ever slightly annoyed groan.
"Alright- alright."
"Not like I need it."
Art please, now is not the time to be getting an attitude. You're lucky as hell Alex isn't trying to kill you right now. He could do it easily, you know.
Another sigh.
"Just.. cooperate with me on this, okay?" She looked up at him-- oh, god, she looked completely pathetic. "..I really can't do this alone, alright?"
It's worse when everyone thinks you did it. It was just one goddamn time-- and it was an accident.
"I--.. I was not expecting that.."
"I'm beginning to feel pity for whoever this Riley is."
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A whimper was heard from a near by alley way, claws scratching against the cement, a forearm dislodged from the Brawlers body. A soft groan, the beast, half the size of fully grown Brawlers of its kind, collapsed behind a trash bin, hoping-- praying-- no one would find it.
CONFUSED SOUNDS FROM THE MINI BRAWLER.
SKREE
Im absolutely certain! I dont mind getting hurt!
Ive received all sorts of bruises and bumps before!
Ah--
I appreciate it.. I really do.
Click... click... click..
The sound of sharp claws pawing the cement echoed throughout the musty, smelly alley way. Here, she-- it, sat, allowing a bullet wound to meld back together- to heal.
A groan, more of a growl, emitted from the creature, accompanied by a huff only a few seconds later. Slowly, it began to lay against the cold, bloody ground.
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Really? You don’t have friends?
I could be your friend if youd like!
Ah.. No, I don't-- I did- but she's kinda... yea.
Wha? You sure, man? I mean, a lot of people that even try get hurt, so.
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