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[savemesaveworld]

This has been a very bad day for Claire Bennet.

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[notuptomygenes]

Shilo thought she heard someone shouting, something about a face, and it gave her a chill. It reminded her of Pavi Largo, though it couldn't be him...right? Slowly she made her way towards where the yell came from, not sure she wanted to find anything.

[savemesaveworld]

Sorry, Shilo, but unfortunately, there is something there. The sight's likely familiar; it's not as if Ms. Wallace is unused to seventeen-year-olds covered in blood, though she might be a little surprised to see Claire wringing it out of her shirt onto the carpet.

[notuptomygenes]

Her eyes do widen briefly and she takes an anxious step forward. "Are you okay?"

[savemesaveworld]

"Kind of," she answers grudgingly, eyes narrowed. "Be careful, there's a crazy guy on the loose."

[notuptomygenes]

"A crazy guy? What happened?" She's covered in blood but doesn't look hurt...that must mean someone else is dead.

[savemesaveworld]

"He--" On the verge of spilling out the whole story, she glances at Shilo and hesitates. "He cut off a girl's face and stole it," she says slowly, reassuring herself that she's not quite lying. "I was there."

[notuptomygenes]

Shilo's eyes widen in horror. "Was his name Pavi Largo?" The words are rushed and quiet.

[savemesaveworld]

"Could've been. He didn't say. Who's Pavi Largo?"

[notuptomygenes]

"He's one of the sons of the...former, owner of Geneco. And he's...kind of insane. They all are. Did he have a really heavy accent?"

[savemesaveworld]

Claire stares, astonished that the answer's come so easily this time. "Yes! And a disfigured face, right?"

[notuptomygenes]

She nods. "Yeah. That's him. ...I didn't know that he was here." She wonders now if either of the other Largos are around, she hopes not.

[savemesaveworld]

"Thank you!" Not even bothering to hesitate, Claire sweeps Shilo up in a grateful hug, bloodying the other girl for the second time in a week. Pulling back with her hands on Shilo's shoulders, she looks her in the eye. "How do you know him? What do you know about him?"

[notuptomygenes]

Shilo freezes in surprise, she's not used to that from anyone but her father. "I don't really...know him. I met Rotti Largo a few times...that's his father, and I spoke to his sister Amber Sweet one time..." None of which was very pleasant. "He likes women's faces. So, he cuts them off, and wears them."

[savemesaveworld]

"Sorry." She reaches out to brush some blood off Shilo's arm, which probably doesn't have the friendly effect she was going for. "I kind of-- figured that. I just didn't think he'd try to take anyone's."

[notuptomygenes]

"Where did you think the one he was already wearing? He stole that one, too." She doesn't mind the blood so much, she's kind of numb against it after the way she arrived.

[savemesaveworld]

"I was trying to push that out of my head," she says, suddenly exhausted. "Oh, God."