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[willbeurprincess]

A. OUTSIDE 5270 CUNNINGHAM LANE (open to all)

[She sifted through the rubble one more time, looking for the gun she had regained. No luck. Of course not. She sighed and glanced up.

Just in time to see a hatchet bury itself into a skull and a group descend on the person, hacking and mutilating the body. Her instinct to scream welled up and she slapped a hand over her mouth to stop herself. They'd hear her if she screamed, just run. Run. Just run.

And she did. All the way back into the remains of the house]

B BASEMENT OF 5270 CUNNINGHAM LANE (open to ANYONE in Ukraine's basement)

[She was curled up as small as she could in a corner of the basement, head on her knees, silently crying. First destruction, then--then that. She felt a sob well up and buried her face in her hands to cover the sound. She wanted to go home. She just wanted to go home.]

Comments

[willbeurweapon.livejournal.com]

[Koharu listened, going still as he braided her hair. It was calming on its own, but the words gave her something else to focus on]

It's true...I'm entirely certain people have worse problems. ...Seven billion people is a lot after all.

[likesottlyfab.livejournal.com]

Totally, it makes my brain hurt just trying to think about it. [Laughs.]

I wish we had some flowers or something down here, you'd look mega cute if I could weave them in.

[willbeurweapon.livejournal.com]

Maybe if things get better? [She latches onto the subject change] If things go back to normal...There's a flower shop. Ukraine worked at it sometimes I think.

[likesottlyfab.livejournal.com]

Oh that sounds perfect.

We'll make it a date then, once all this is over we'll go buy flowers together~!

[willbeurweapon.livejournal.com]

That sounds...really nice. I look forward to it. I put my hair up for things when we had prom. It was pretty.