Despite the obvious issue of the very I'll individual laying in the bed, Howl found sitting in the infirmary rather peaceful. Not that he'd had a lot of choice in the matter, since Reach had been rather snappy and out if sorts when they'd bumped into each other in the hallway. He had agreed to sit with Wire of course, because there was no compelling reason that he shouldn't or couldn't. He did try to be as helpful as he could when it came to the other people at the compound, and it cost him nothing for the most part to be so.
After about twenty minutes, however, Howl's stomach began to growl and Chap wined in a low tone at him. It was approaching breakfast time, and he patted the silver-white wolf on the head reassuringly. They would eat soon, and in the meantime he passed a few more minutes by conversing with the rather large moth, Little Mbali she told him, who was the dark-skinned woman's familiar. The creature was quite distressed over Wire's condition, and Howl did his best to comfort her.
"I'm sure she's going to be fine," he said to the moth, who was fluttering anxiously around the room, "Reach went to go find Brain and they'll be abke to set her right when they get here." He smiled at the winged insect, not having any reason to doubt his own words.
That was when Wire had another seizure and began to shake wildly in her bed. Howl was suitably alarmed, but he knew vaguely what to do and, though he didn't know it, this wasn't as bad as her first one. He held her steady with his lean and surprisingly strong arms, just as he had seen done before. When you lived on the streets...well, you saw all sorts of things, mostly stuff you wish you could forget. The fit passed rather quickly and Wire lay still once again, still breathing. He turned and ran out of the room, Chap bounding along behind him, remembering Reach's instructions quite clearly.
"Hey!" he called out as he made it out into the courtyard and spied her standing off to the side with another person he was vaguely familiar with Necro, an acquaintance of his, "You should get back there. She had another seizure." He delivered the news very simply, never finding much use for dramatics.
-----
This whole situation was quickly becoming a nightmare, and Reach could feel herself losing her well manicured composure. She pinched the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger, closing her eyes while she took a few deep breaths. She hadn't really meant to shout at Necro, truly she hadn't, but her concern for Wire had become overwhelming. She couldn't understand how things had taken such a terrible turn of events. Just yesterday morning she had been happy and hopeful, toiling alongside her friend in the garden, and now...
When Necro delivered the news that Wire WA s not dead, Reach stared blankly at him. She tried to wrap her mind around how he could possibly know such a thing, but it didn't take her very long to make the connection between that and the fact that this place was full of people with various abilities. Whatever his ability was must have some connection to the afterlife, to death, and for a very brief moment she was distracted from her worry over Wire as she found herself hopelessly curious about this man and his ability. It was short-lived, of course.
"It's Reach, actually," she began with an exasperated sigh, correcting his assumption about her name, "Do you have any idea where the-" She never got a chance to finish her question as Howl came running up to both of them with his news.
No hesitation, Reach left the two men standing as she sprinted back to the infirmary, her heart pounding and her mission to find Brain forgotten. She actually skidded to a halt in front of the door, chest heaving, and hurried to Wire's side on the bed. In a flurry of activity she checked her friends pulse, checked her pupil dilation. For the most part, she seemed stable, and Reach tried to calm her own racing heartbeat. She didn't know what to do at this point. There was nothing more she could do, and she wasn't sure how much more time Wire had. That was when she had the most foolish idea she could even think of...
Reach straightened her spine, knowing that she had to have complete resolve or it would be for naught. There was one way she could at least try and discern if Wire survived this ordeal, but it was tricky and it was something that she had wished to never experience again. However, she realized that her friendship, no matter how new, was absolutely worth it. Knowing there could be no hesitation, she tore her glove off of her hand and laid it upon Wire's own hand. She concentrated hard and tried to reach, not back, but forward...
-----
Crushed, that was the simplest way to describe how Tox was feeling. It felt like the entire weight of the world had fallen onto him, and more specifically onto his chest. His heart ached so acutely he began to wonder if this was even worse than what he had experienced when his sister had died. He couldn't be certain, of course, but he couldn't imagine anything worse than what was happening to him right now. He couldn't even bring himself to look at Brain. He could only stand with his back to her, a dozen emotions playing across his face.
Disbelief, shock, anger, frustration, helplessness, anguish, despair. All this and more demanded to be heard and felt, warring for dominance in Tox's mind. He had been so foolish to think he allow himself to become emotionally attached to someone. How could he have convinced himself that things could be any different than they had been for the last ten years of his life? He couldn't change what he was, and it had been so pointless to try. He was a monster, and he would always be destined to hurt those that he loved.
The words that came out of Brain's mouth stung more than he would have thought possible. Every last fiber in in his body wanted nothing more than to gather her up in his arms and confess th feelings that were in his heart, but when he turned around with half a mind to do just that, all of his resolve dissolved into nothing. One look at the hole in her shirt and the red skin it revealed broke him all over again and he knew what he had to do. He looked at her, sitting there looking hurt and vulnerable, wishing that things could be different, but if he really cared about her (and he did)...this was the way it had to be.
"I'm sorry," he said, brown eyes steely, his face void of emotion, "I don't care about you, you were just a means to an end...a way to pass the time and get Crypt off my back. I didn't mean to lead you on, but..." He almost couldn't bring himself to finish, but he shrugged his shoulders carelessly, ignoring the pain of his injury, and forced himself to continue. "You ate it up, and I couldn't help myself from having a little fun with you." Oh, how he wanted to take it all back the moment the words left his lips, but he knew that he couldn't. This was for the best...
Edited By Britters on 9/14/2018 at 3:03 PM.
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Post #142
The dreams that Wire experienced were feverish and mostly nightmarish in nature. They were illogical and disproportionate and utterly terrifying. She didn't have a conscious awareness that they were dreams, either, which perhaps made them all the more worse. She wasn't even aware when one dream would come to a close and another would begin, nor would she have any recollection of any them she had seen before, only the uneasy feeling of complete horror.
She was a child aged four years and ten months; this, she knew. She was walking through the outdoor marketplace with her hands held by her brother and father. Her mother was walking ahead of them, saying something about how she was grateful for what they had. They surely were not rich, but they had a nice house with electricity and plumbing. Wire could hardly remember that house now - so long ago did she live in it - but she remembered that it was something better than what she lived in for the larger portion of her life.
In her four year-old mind, nothing could go wrong. She was skipping along happily with her family, and her father had begun musing about how he wanted to buy an R.V. someday, so he could travel through Africa and learn about different African cultures with his family.
It was within a span of two seconds. That's how Dumi always described it. A commotion had begun at one of the mini-stores, and a teenage girl pulled a gun out of her coat and let loose her fury. Dumi grasped Lungile - for back then, she was nothing of Wire - by the shoulders and thrust her behind a booth. She screamed in fear as she watched her father leap to protect his wife, and then heard the thud as both of their bodies fell, a bullet having taken the both of them out.
And then everything went black.
-
Ah, Reach. Not Ghost, Necro corrected himself, but he knew that he'd probably still be calling her Ghost as a nickname-for-her-nickname, because why not? She certainly looked more like a Ghost than a Reach, and one couldn't fault him for being unable to remember everything, of course. He was vaguely aware of someone in the compound with that Ability, but it had hardly concerned him to seek out such person.
In truth, he didn't seek anyone out. He never had anything urgent to say to a particular person, and so most of his interpersonal relationships came from people who sought him out, or those he had bumped into. He was still delighted, however, when Howl approached and said something rather vague to Reach - Necro assumed it was about the girl's dying friend, and the word 'seizure' pretty much confirmed it.
"Howl," Necro greeted his friend with a charming smile, still stroking his needy cat. "It is good to see you up so early. I had a thought, by the way. Just the one," his grin grew as he mocked himself. He had always been the type of person who enjoyed making fun of himself, because it truly never bothered him. If he were to joke about himself, he was perfectly fine with it. If others were to do it, however... That was a slightly more painful story.
Necro took one hand from Grizzy and placed it on Howl's shoulder to catch his attention. "Listen. I've decided that, when I escape, I'm going to take you with me. This will be for the sole, definite purpose of getting you a career in the real world as a zookeeper, because freund, that would be hilarious, don't you agree?"
He began to laugh then, imagining Howl chatting idly with flamingos as the tourists shot him odd glances. "Besides, when I have an awards ceremony, everyone else can show up in their Mustangs and high-ranking vehicles, and you can arrive on the back of a cheetah. Does that not sound fun?"
-
There wasn't a single word that Brain had ever heard - and mind, she had heart a lot of words - that would describe how utterly and completely shattered she felt after Tox answered her question. Her chest was aching with incurable wounds, and for a moment, all she could comprehend was rage. Her fists clenched at her side, and she wanted to hit him, just like she almost did after he kissed her.
Kissed her!
Was that a means to an end? Was that also a way of passing time? Of just using her, like everyone else in her cursed life did? She had trusted him. Completely and wholly, she had given her trust to him, and she wasn't even sure why. All she knew was that she regretted it, for he had betrayed her.
She wanted to hit him, but she didn't. She was too afraid of what would happen - what the consequences would be. She had always been afraid to hit back, but sometimes... Sometimes, she had been unable to control it. The pain she felt in this moment should have been enough to tip her over the edge, except it was unaccompanied by the fear of the person that was necessary. She was not afraid of Tox. Even if he did destroy her heart so easily, so flawlessly, that she doubted she'd ever recover.
Her fists unclenched with difficulty and she wrapped her trembling arms back around herself. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She stared into his face and tried to hate him, tried to dispel this attraction that had been lurking for so long, but she couldn't. She simply could not bring herself to despise him. But she certainly was not going to sit and take the abuse. Not from him.
"D-Dante's ninth circle of Hell is r-reserved for t-traitors like you," she snarled, words dripping with an icy venom that she wasn't aware she was capable of to begin with. "Perhaps," she added on for good measure, even though a voice in her head told her that she should stop, "it really w-wasn't an accident when you murdered your s-sister."
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Post #143
There was never any way to prepare herself for the onslaught. Over the years, Reach had seen into the past countless times, both with objects and people. However, there had only ever been two times before that she had actually seen into the future. It only worked with people and it was always absolutely terrifying. She could recall both of the previous experiences with such clarity, and the one thing that was the same both times was the intensity of the rush of images and feelings during the initial contact.
This time was no different, though Reach immediately felt a strange calm settle over her when she laid her hand over Wire's. She was still terrified about what she might see, but she felt bolstered by the knowledge that Wire was her friend and the companionship they had developed over such a short time was worth whatever discomfort she was about to face. Neither of the previous occasions had ended favorably, they had been traumatic and scarring and it changed her life forever. Little did she know just how much things would change again now...
At first, it was a jumble just like it always was, and Reach just rode the wave and waited for the turbulence to stop. She braced herself as well as she could in the grip of the vision for what she would see, but she was not expecting the scene that appeared before her eyes. She saw Wire, alive and well which was a relief, but she also saw herself. The two of them were sitting somewhere, it looked like a rooftop, and the sun was setting. They had their arms wrapped around each other, hands clasped, heads leaning against each other, both just watching the sun's descent with soft, happy smiles on their faces. This was obviously the future, but it was not the future that Reach had been expecting to see.
The vision threw her out, and this time Reach actually physically stumbled backwards. Thankfully, the chair she had been sitting in before was in the perfect spot and she sat down heavily. She reached a shaky hand up to her face and covered her mouth as the implications of what she had just seen weighed down on her. In a moment of realization she felt tears on her cheeks and she yanked her glasses off and wiped them away hurriedly. Why was she crying? It was hard to say, but she seemed to know deep down that they were not tears of sadness.
"You'll live," she whispered, her icy blue eyes resting on Wire's face, "You will live, my dove."
Edited By Britters on 9/18/2018 at 5:03 PM.
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Post #144
The terror was relentless and suffocating; although she was quick to forget any previous nightmares, Wire had seen the deaths of everyone she had ever loved over and over again, as if she were strapped to a chair with tape on her eyelids, forced to watch repeatedly the torturous show of a cruel, apathetic puppetmaster who sought every time to hurt her even more than he had previously.
In a few of her nightmares, Reach was even present, as she was in the current one. The story had started out decently; the two of them were taking a leisurely stroll down a cement walkway in the compound. Reach was talking about their garden, about how she enjoyed Flora's company that morning. It was almost like the exact setting they had been in yesterday, before her collapse, with the addition of conversation, of course.
But the heat wave didn't come; instead, it was Reach who stopped in her tracks, and Wire who turned back to face her. "Do you feel that?" asked Reach, but it was Wire's voice coming out of her mouth. Before the dark-skinned girl could say anything in response, Reach had stumbled back a few steps and doubled over.
Wire reached out to her, tried to touch her, tried to grasp her, but was feeling at empty air, always just an inch short of touching her friend. She shouted, but no voice came out of her throat. That's when Reach's head lifted again and stared into hers, and the English girl's eyes were white with blood veins visible at the edges. She opened her mouth, and thick sanguine liquid poured down her paper-white skin, which promptly began to melt.
And then, it was gone. In the span of a second, Wire felt a shiver run down her spine, and then a feeling of happiness flooded her, pulling her back to the light of consciousness.
She heard the voice of an angel, but couldn't quite discern what it was saying. She hummed lightly, trying to let her angel know that she was here, that she was alive and okay.
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Post #145
Ever since arriving at the compound, Howl had mostly kept to himself. When his familiar ended up being a wolf he remembered the jokes that had been made about that for a long while afterwards. The nickname of "lone wolf" had stuck, but for the most part he continued to not interact with anyone if he didn't have to so it ended up not mattering much. He didn't care what other people called him anyway, he never had. He just was quiet and did his own thing unless someone needed his assistance. He never said no.
Despite his efforts to not actively try and make friends, Howl had ended up being thrown into a bit of a friendship with Necro. They really had their familiar to blame, and Howl still remembered the day after Necro had arrived. His batch had all gotten their familiars and the odd, pale fellow's ended up being a strange looking feline. Grizabella, as he called her, was skinny and scraggly looking, and during Necro's second day on the island, she had come running up to Howl's familiar, Chap, as though they were long lost friends. Howl had been perturbed, but Necro had been so...outgoing about the whole thing, that it had been the start of their bizarre friendship.
"I suppose hilarious would be one word for it," he said to Necro, his typical relaxed expression on his face, "Though you do realize how clinically depressed most of those animals are, right?" He gave his friend a bit of a wry smile and soft chuckle, shaking his head ever so slightly. "I still can't believe the thoughts the run through your head sometimes. Also I'm fairly certain a cheetah wouldn't be able to carry me very far...if at all." It was true that Howl was not very muscly, but he was very tall.
-----
Flora was always awake early. Growing up on a farm meant she was used to getting up before the sun to start her chores. She was not on the farm but that did not stop her from continuing this habit. She didn't mind getting up early at all, in fact it was rather peaceful sitting out in the courtyard with Pele and watching the sun rise. Mornings back home had always been organized chaos between all of her siblings, everybody doing their individual chores, and the animals that needed tending. She enjoyed the peace and quiet.
After the last year here at the compound, Flora had begun noticing that Necro was the only other person who was usually up when she came outside to watch the sunrise. She had never bothered trying to talk to him. First of all, she liked to consider these predawn hours her time, and also Necro usually seemed to feel the same way. Today, however, something was a little off, and Flora noticed right away. She didn't like to admit it, but she found herself keeping tabs on Necro more often than not.
While she was sitting in her usual spot, Flora saw the commotion happening over by the tables. She saw Reach, who she suddenly realized she hadnt seen at all since they had taken a break from the garden, and the blonde woman looked stressed and alarmed while she spoke to Necro. She saw another male, she wanted to say his name was Howl, rub up to Necro and Reach and then Reach sprinted back towards the buildings. Somethinf was wrong and Flora stood up quickly and headed over to the men.
"Is everything alright?" she asked as she jogged up to then and stopped next to Necro, "What's wrong with Reach?"
Edited By Britters on 9/18/2018 at 5:05 PM.
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Post #146
Life was a very precious thing in Necro's mind, and he was very grateful to have it. His mother had been very grateful for him to have it. Even if he did have a thin strain of life, he still felt extremely blessed by some God, and refused to let his life go to waste. That's why he had built a career doing what he loved best, spreading art in the form of music, living as people in completely different circumstances, learning them and understanding him.
He had never had a filter, nor was he an entirely empathetic person. He preferred to live an easygoing life, and when words came to the forefront of his mind, more often than not, they were out in the open for everyone to enjoy - he had been often told that his voice, even speaking, was enriching to listen to, and he took pride in it.
"A banana is not classified to be the same as a pickle, even if they are both similar in shape," he informed Howl sagely (or was it? It's always hard to tell whether he's being serious or not). "I'm sure an elephant would catch just as much attention," he continued with his idea, grin back on his face.
His thoughts were interrupting by the approach of someone new - so many people awake so early! It was seldom that he had this much interaction at this point in the day. "Her name is Ghost," he informed the newcomer solemnly, shooting her a hard look with smile, once again, having been forced off of his face. "Really, Flora, didn't you know that unapproved nicknames are considered rude?" he scoffed.
"Also, you should be proud of me, Engelskuchen. I informed her in most generous and most benevolent way possible that her friend wasn't dead. Points for Necro on the brownie scale, no?"
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In the moments following the vision, Reach could only sit in her chair and stare at the wall. There was so much to think about, her mind didn't seem to know where to start. She never doubted the things that she saw, in particular she never really had cause to doubt the few times she had seen into the future. Doubt was not what she wasn't feeling now, but just because she knew what she wasn't feeling did not mean she was able to make sense if what she was feeling.
The connection Reach had developed with Wire since their first day here was definitely a profound one. She had been so grateful to have made such a good friend right off the bat, and she had never questioned how deeply she began to care for the other woman in such a short time. At the time she assumed it just had to do with their situation, they clung to each other because they needed to at the time. Was that all it was though? It had never occurred to her that it could be more, but as she continued to think about it...it didn't bother her.
Suddenly, Reach realized she could hear something. It was soft, faint, but so beautiful. She couldn't discern the source at first, but when she realized there was only one logical place it could be coming from her heart sped up and her whole body came back alive. She scooted her chair hurriedly next to the bed and stared into Wire's beautiful, ebony-toned face. Sure enough, the humming was coming from her friend, and there were tears in her eyes again as she listened to it.
"I hear you," she whispered, grabbing Wire's hand in her own, "I hear you, and I'm not going anywhere. You're going to be alright."
-----
There was something about Necro that fascinated Flora. She would never say so out loud, but perhaps that had more to do with the fact that she didn't really understand it herself rather than embarrassment about it. Maybe it was just how different the two of them were that made her so interested in him, and maybe it was simply that she wanted to know more about him. He was a mystery to her with his pale skin, electric eyes, and strange attitude. She just hadn't quite figured out the best way to go about it yet.
His words, while charming, made Flora simply stare at Necro blankly, eyes blinking rapidly as she processed what he had said. What made him this way, she wondered. He was clearly intelligent, and lively, but his bizarre outlook on death and dying (not that she necessarily found it bizarre, she was merely thinking about the general consensus) made her question what events in his live could have shaped him this way. It was intriguing...thought that didn't stop her from continuing to find his lack of empathy appalling.
"You are such a moron," she said to him wearily, and she turned on her heels to run for the infirmary, giving Howl the briefest greeting nod as she did so.
When Flora arrived at the infirmary, she found Reach standing over Wire, and felt as though she were intruding on a moment. She politely knocked lightly on the door and cleared her throat softly. Reach quickly brushed at her eyes as though had been crying. When she turned and saw it was Flora she seemed relieved and proceeded to relate everything that had happened since the gardening yesterday. Flora listened with rapt attention as Reach finished with the fact that she still needed to find Brain but didn't think she could possibly leave Wire's side again.
"I have an idea," Flora said simply, her mind racing, "Do you still have Brains notebook?" It turned out Reach did and she handed it to Flora who took it and told the blonde woman that she would take care of everything.
Now all she had to do was wake Trace up...
Edited By Britters on 9/18/2018 at 5:07 PM.
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Post #148
Her angel was reaching out to her in return; Wire could tell that much. For another minute or so, she did her best to try to speak, trapped under the power this image of an angel in her mind held over her. She eventually gave up on speaking and wanted to focus, instead on getting her brain to function. Maybe then she could actually open her eyes. She tried now, but her eyelids were steel doors that she wasn't conscious enough to figure how to open properly.
She was able to get her mind to function again after a few more agonizing minutes, and she remembered who she was, she remembered Reach and her brother and this compound and Flora. The garden, and the bug that stung her.
Being summoned back into reality, she seemed to have forgotten about the presence of her angel - she could no longer feel the ethereal body in the air. However, she could here a gentle voice speaking to her, telling her she'd be alright - Reach, no doubt.
With difficulty, Wire was able to open her eyes a bit. They still didn't want to open, and she was perhaps weaker than she'd expected herself to be. She saw her friend, tears streaming down a fair face, hair slightly out of place, as if from commotion or disheveling. Wire swallowed hard, then opened her mouth, pretty much determined to force words out of her throat.
"Of course I will," she murmured, tongue numb and heavy but complying slowly with her instructions. "Did you think you'd get rid of me that quickly...silly girl?" speaking was tiring, she found, and she had to pause in the middle of the sentence. She felt awful and so utterly weak, but couldn't do anything about it.
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Posted: 9/18/2018 at 11:57 PM
Post #149
Everything had gone pear-shaped, which was the nice way to describe the situation. Tox was sitting amidst some, just absolutely fuming. He was angry at Brain, he was angry at Crypt, he was angry at this stupid shipping container, and most of all he was angry at himself. He had screwed up, and he had screwed up big time. Last night he had let himself try and feel happy for the first time in almost ten years, and he had gone to bed feeling hopeful. This morning had ruined everything that he had felt good about before.
His biggest fear, the very thing that had kept Tox from allowing himself any emotional attachment since the death of his sister, had become reality almost as soon as he'd woken up. His first realization was that Brain was in his arms, and he could still remember what that had felt like. It had all been turned upside down as soon as he realized that the hand resting upon her waist had begun to produce a bit of acid and he had burned through her shirt to the skin below. Everything inside of him had imploded in that moment, as though a hole had formed in his heart.
After that, Tox had done what last night would have been unthinkable to him, and he had basically stomped Brain into the dirt. She sat there, looking at him with unbearable hurt in her beautifully green eyes and he had practically spat at her feet. As soon as those venomous words left his mouth, he only wanted to take them back. His resolve wavered after a moment as he watched her tale in what he had said. For just a second, the words that he had wanted to say to her this morning danced upon his lips...and then died there as soon as her words hit his ears.
"You...I...," he struggled to find words, so many emotions tumbling through his system, "You can say what you want. Just makes you pathetic as well as weak." Even in his absolute fury, Tox wanted to take those words back even, but instead he just turned his back on her again and took out his rage on the closest wooden crate, planting a kick solidly into the side of it and splintering it into pieces.
Edited By Britters on 9/18/2018 at 11:59 PM.
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A thousand harsh words played on Brain's tongue, and she felt a bitter resentment building up within her, like she often had when her father would belittle her attempts to fight back. She bit her cheek, though, and restrained herself from engaging in an argument - when confronted head-on with opposition, she often lost any sense of argument and found herself floundering, only to curse her own stupidity later, after she'd lost the battle.
His words stung, even though she knew that they were weak and unsupported by reason. If anything, her choice lines, which had come out of nowhere, were far stronger than his, but she wouldn't risk continuing to spit venom, because she knew she'd falter in her strength. Might as well quit while she was ahead, even if that meant giving him the last word.
The tension in the container could be cut with a knife, and she suddenly found herself somewhat restless. Arms hugging her torso tightly, she paced across one end of the container, eyes cast upward. It didn't help that the hunger from having not eaten for so long was starting to hit her and increase her misery.
She glanced down at where she had been burned and realized that there was a hole in the fabric above it. Lovely. With a sigh, she propped one foot up against a crate, doing her very best to pretend she was the only one in the container. She picked at her sock until there was a loose string, and then tugged it out. "Turn away," she told Tox, her only acknowledgement of him now.
Her heart sped up a little in her chest, but she didn't hesitate in removing her shirt and sitting down on the crate. She had a pin in her pocket, something she had pilfered from the infirmary one time, since she never went anywhere without some form of self-defense. Glancing down, she noticed the faded marks of teenage immaturity on her abdomen and had to force herself to focus on using the thread and pin to mend her shirt.
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