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Tracer hadn't been there long, but she'd been there long enough. None of the men had noticed her flickering into existence off behind them, but she had seen enough to have... If not a clear idea of the situation, then a clear idea of what she should do.

"I don't think this kid is safe with any of you blokes, frankly," she said, watching with satisfaction as all the men's heads jerked over to look at her for the first time. "And I think I'm going to intervene."

She really didn't know how fast any of these guys were, but she was confident she was faster. They couldn't react before she blinked in, picked up the injured, clearly dazed kid--"I'll just take that"--and blinked out.

She could hear them shouting and yelling behind her, but, well, too slow. She kept running, blinking as much as she could as fast as she could to get distance between the men and the two of them. She needed to find a hospital, but she had no idea where or when she was, and she wouldn't be here long. She had to get this kid as safe as possible.

"Hey," she said, feeling blood drip down her fingers and fear settle into her gut. "Hang in there! The cavalry's here."

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❝ do you like it here? ❞

"I used to," she replied, cigaretted between her red lips. "I used to think New York could be safe, fun, that it could become home, you know. And to be honest, when I first got here, I loved it. It was wild, new. It's the city that never sleeps, right?" She let out a bright chuckle that blew long swirls of smoke out her parted mouth. "I mean, you can talk about Paris all you want but New York is one of a kind. I've never seen anything like it." All of a sudden realizing she had been rambling away to a stranger, Hyacinthe laughed and shook her head. "Sorry! All in all, I like it here, yeah, still. Not more than I love my city though."

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[prodigiumamare]

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍 : “guess you're just gonna have to get over it.” / @transcxndxnt

❛ 𝒉𝒂 ! 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒚 ! ❜ comes the extremely slurred response from the clearly intoxicated man , beer sloshing out the side of his stein and onto the floor as ashley gestures wildly . who can say how long he's been in the bar ⸻ one , three , five hours ? not even the deadite killer himself can say for sure . his right hand is still barely bandaged up , no longer the dirty towel from the cabin at least , but still definitely fresh enough that all the gesturing and banging against the bar has caused small spots of red from re-opened stitches to appear on the once-clean gauze .

❛ you ⸻ ! ❜ he shouts , pointing a wobbly stump in the younger man's direction . ❛ you didn't just see two of your friends , your sister , and your girlfriend all get turned into fucked up nasty demons and have to kill them while stuck in an evil cabin from hell , thank you very much ! ❜