Seventeen [Audio + Action]

[brbpouncingyou]

[[If you're anywhere near 949 Beulah Street, you might notice that all of the top floor windows have been broken, and assorted things had been thrown out the window to shatter them. You can hear Allan rambling angrily about something, but nobody can be sure as to what he's really mad about. Not yet, anyway.

He throws a shoe at the wall, which

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Because I am a horrible person

[miss_enma_ai]

[There is a small girl looking curiously at the ruined house]

Allan?

[brbpouncingyou]

[[THERE'S A CHAIR GETTING FLUNG OUT AT YOU.]]

FUCK OFF, MY NAME ISN'T ALLAN.

[miss_enma_ai]

[That's a surprise...and she just barely manages to drop to the ground as it flies over her head. What...

She gets up as calmly as she can and walks closer to the house]

[brbpouncingyou]

...WHY WON'T YOU ALL JUST FUCK OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE?

[[THERE'S ANOTHER CHAIR FLYING AT HER.

Maybe you should just leave him alone, Ai, dearest.]]

[miss_enma_ai]

[This time she's ready and as the cahir flies towards her she's suddenly standing behind him]

Why....?

[brbpouncingyou]

[[And he swipes out at her with his clawed hand.]]

Get out, get out, get out!

[miss_enma_ai]

[And she's thrown backwards, cheek bleeding.

Why was he doing this...he was supposed to be her friend.

She stands, shakily not paying attention to the blood as it runs down her cheek. Just staring at him.]

[brbpouncingyou]

[[His hood has fallen back. Looking into his eyes and looking at his face, it's quite clear that he is not himself.]]

[miss_enma_ai]

[It would be clear, if she were thinking straight

He doesn't care about her....no one does. This was her own fault...she shouldn't have stopped....not feeling things

She looks at him for a moment before looking down at the ground. A moment later she's gone.]