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Ow…
[Hope hisses in pain as she slices her finger on the knife at her hip. She looks down to see that the holster has broken, so the leather that usually protects her no longer does. Her fingers begin to heal quickly but not before a nasty amount of blood can gush towards the tips. She watches the skin close itself back up under the glow of her other healing hand as her expression sets into a frown]
[Sitting in her room alone, Alex is struggling to keep still. She's read all of her comics at least twenty times now, and she doesn't feel like reading a book. Bella and Hayley are out taking Rory for a walk, so Alex is left to her own devices for the time being, and although she loves them, she's glad to have some without them. Bella has been waiting on her hand and foot, and she never thought she'd ever think this, but she's getting a little sick of it.
Alex sits in silence until she hears footsteps outside the room, but they're not in view. She calls out,] Help. I'm bored and in pain.
[Darcy hasn't forgotten her promise to Mike - or the rules - but she hasn't been feeling herself since they got here she thinks the town is safe enough. And she can be back in the theatre in less than a second, and that's what she tells herself when she pops open a portal and steps into the church. It comes almost as a relief, to be completely alone even if only for a minute or two. She'd never been particularly religious, but once she's inside she doesn't head for the sanctuary. Instead she follows a set of stairs and finds herself in a hallways with classrooms, clearly intended for young children. They're all in the same sorry state as the rest of the town, but finally she spots something worthwhile and walks into one of the rooms. The old piano is coated in a thick layer of dust and it's missing a few keys, but when Darcy presses down on one of them it produces a sound. One that's very off key, but it's good enough and she pulls up a chair. The few years of piano lessons she'd taken when she was younger had clearly been a waste, because now as she sits there the only thing that comes into her mind is 'Hot Cross Buns,' and so after a minute that's what she plays, the tune barely recognizable on the untuned instrument but it's nice to hear all the same.]
[Rachel's seated outside of the theater, it's nice enough out that she can do so without shivering and close enough that she won't get yelled out for having wondered off. She's scraped a few drawings, some of random flowers or fixtures and is in the midst of playing with the paper. After a minute she has a paper plane and stares at it in her hand, a small, somewhat dry laugh escaping as she sighs. Might as well see if it works, she thinks. Eliya sighs in her mind as well, thinking a plane of paper had no use but Rachel ignores her, sending staring at it for a second longer before sending it off, watching it glide for a minute before crashing the ground a few feet away.] Great job, Rachel. [She mumbles to herself as she gets up to retrieve it, unfolding it and making another adjustment. Rachel pauses, though, at the sound footsteps and looks up, offering a slight smile.] Oh...hey.
For fuck's sake...
{Josie grumbles underneath her breath. A cigarette. All she wants is a cigarette. But anytime she had tried to light one while indoors, Benjamin would snag it from between her teeth and hand it back to her, simply stating ‘outside’. So outside she had been headed. But there’s something important she’s forgotten. The actual pack of cigarettes. She stops, hands patting at her front pockets before she sighs heavily. This was turning into a long day. She turns then, ready to head back to her bag and snag the pack in her bag but a body almost stops her. Ceasing all movements before she collides with the being, Josie fixes the individual with a glare from being slightly startled and a slight tone of admonishment in her simple word.} Yoooo.
[There's a silent hum in her ears as buries her arms in the hood of her car. She had been able to help out more within the group, her few shifts on patrol have her some purpose, and she tried to assist when she could. Most of the time, she was just silently working on her vehicle or the few weapons she possessed. She was no expert at either of them, but with enough examination, she could at least scope out the mere basics of their configuration. She pops her head out for a moment and notices the presence of another person, she's startled, but soon realizes that there's possibly a reason for their appearance.] Do you need help with something?
[To an outside perspective it might look like Evie has been getting worse, but in reality she's been becoming more and more like herself. Angel only intervenes to make sure that she does all of the necessary things, like keeping herself tidy and ensuring that she doesn't stop eating. She is forcing her to eat at the moment, although Evie only picks at the food unenthusiastically. She has lost a bit of weight but it's barely noticable, the same goes for the dark circles just barely visable beneath her eyes. Things haven't been great but they're improving, slowly but surely things are getting better and Evie is becoming herself once more]
[Darcy steps out of a portal onto the awning that hangs over the theatre's entrance, perching herself at the edge so her feet dangle off of it. The height provides a nice change in the view, but she doesn't feel much as she looks at the abandoned town around her. She hasn't felt much at all lately, aside from a strange numbness that's settled over her and she's kept to herself because of it. She sets her journal on her lap and stares blankly at the pages, but suddenly a small gust of wind blows a polaroid photo free and sends it drifting gently to the ground.] Shit. [Darcy frowns, leaning forward to peer over the edge of the awning and see where it lands.]
