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Zara leaned against the wall. A silence in the room around her. Zayla tending to the sweating Kimi. Zara listening to the claws on the doors. She stared on into nothing. There was nothing to do but, look around this room another fifty times. She glanced over to Emerson, stood and walked over to him plopping down in front of him and looking at him. She was quiet; mentally struggling. If this was any time to learn... Anything to say or do... Now was it they were probably going to die in this room. This was not what she wanted; No matter how hard the cracked shell was now. She didn't want enemies among the living. She had enough enemies clawing down the doors. She never did really know these people around her and for once she had time too. Now she took to the most interesting one. The one who wore the most scars. That was the way it was with her Father's friends. The most heavily scarred and haunted looking men told the most stories; ones of brutality, loss, and sometimes even romance things with sad endings. She looked at Emerson. Now, she was trying to think of a way to talk. How do you confront people? And how do you make friends? She never did this before. But, she must now. No need taking secrets to the grave and die with no guilt but, she found herself only tongue tied and looking almost with a pained expression.
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"Oh lord, what on apocalyptic Earth is she doing?" The white robed dopleganger in his head said with a mild face palm. "Lunge at her, get her. get her! Punch her in the vagina!" His counter part exclaimed. "I'm not far gone enough to let something that moronic happen, brother." Zara was abnormally close to him. He could see every detail of her being if he wanted to, but as she stared at him, he gazed through her, not acknowledging her presence. | |
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" Look.... I get you don't like me. Probally hate or loathe my actually. But, I'm here to attempt to talk to you like a normal person. I don't like fighting with you and or arguing with you. I'm sorry about eariler...I lost my temper. Come on... If we're going to die in here the best i can do is atleast get to know the people I'm going to die beside. I don't like people's last thought of me being so poor. Come on... you got a story don't ya?" She tries to explain and tries to seems a bit distressed. | |
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