* little sister, come home
[/ everything is chaotic. there's too many screams of agony, too many sobs that cluster within her eardrums relentlessly, festering in the apses of her mind. her thought process is inoperative at the moment, for all she can think of is her friends and if they're ok—and it serves as more of a hinderance than anything else. a weak inhalation is given as the blonde turns in several directions, extending her perception in order to hear over the pandemonium among the streets. there's a sense of shame that comes with blocking out the anonymous pleas of help, but a familiar cry has her sprinting senselessly through the wreckage until she comes across a building that had collapsed within the discord. ]
[/ dara's heart leaps into her throat, the mutant choking on a sob as obsidian befall the curve of an arm, cadaverous, inert against the harsh surface of the concrete. she scrambles over to her, to junhee—the girl that had become equivalent to a little sister over such a short time—and blinks back indignant tears as she claws at the debris that had ensnared her lithe frame. ] junhee! [/ incessantly muttering her name, dara drags her from under bits of plaster and framework, falling back with the sudden imbalance of weight. she presses the younger girl closer, cradling her within her lap as her chest quakes with panicked breaths. ]
