WHO: Everyone
WHERE: Everywhere
WHEN: The evening of March the 4th and through the night
WARNINGS: Violence
SUMMARY: The City has been saturated in haterade hate gas for days, and the emotions of those affected have hit critical mass. Rioting, fighting, looting, and heroism are all about to break out.
FORMAT: Whatever works
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Walking through town is quite scary/And not very sensible either )
And he hated it. That anger pushing through his skin. Refusing release no matter what he did. No matter how much he ruined. He put his fist through a glass window and the sirens wailed and cried and even though he couldn't stop shaking with rage, even though he couldn't keep himself from hitting into it again, he wasn't saved.
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Some of them were fighting back this time, though. Fueled by a fury that had to be artificial. She learned quickly to pick her battles. She didn't like hurting people who were out of control because of someone or something else.
And it was on the streets she spotted a familiar face. One who looked much like he had the first time she'd seen him.
"Jack?"
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She wasn't here to save him.
He didn't want to be saved.
He tore himself away from the window. He couldn't feel the glass in his hand, but it didn't matter. For now, he watched her, sucking angry breaths between his teeth. He could power a whole windmill, the way he breathed.
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"You're bleeding."
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"It does seem to be a running theme with you, yes." As calm as he wasn't.
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She would never know, and that was infuriating, that was what he didn't need to think about. Before he knew it, he was throwing his fist at her head. Like he himself could beat that into her.
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And annoyed she was. "Calm down," she said, an edge creeping into her voice. She didn't expect it to work. Whatever was affecting people, it was unlikely words would sway things.
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The second after she dodged his punch, the Narrator was throwing himself at her, shoulder first, in an effort to knock her over with his own wretched body if not his bleeding mess of a fist. His hands fumbled for her shoulders. He would drag her down. He would make her pay for everything she couldn't do for him.
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"Stop it." Starting to get angry herself, but his rage was on a whole other level.
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