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[ishbalriffs]

*bursts cacophonously through the door of the chateau, drenched and utterly out of breath; slams the door behind him with shaking arms and leans against it, gulping for breath; the knee of his jeans is torn and bloody, and his sunglasses are gone*

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[songless_psiren]

*hears the door slam and goes to investigate, eyes widening* ...Mal! Oh my goodness, did something happen?! *takes in his appearance, heart dropping into the pit of her stomach*

((...Yeah, I'm gonna say that thread with Havoc happened earlier and she's home already. ^_^;; ))

[ishbalriffs]

*jumps nearly out of his skin when Clara calls out, not having heard her approach; slides down the door to the ground, knees buckling and his side aching as he tries to get enough air; nods to the question mutely, his face crumpling silently*

((As is your right~))

[songless_psiren]

Ohmygoodness!! *rushes over to him, kneeling next to him, putting her hands on his shoulders and looking him over anxiously* You're not hurt are you?! *breathless with worry*

[ishbalriffs]

*covers his face with both hands, from both fear and anguish; shakes his head from side to side in a definite negative, his entire body shaking; can't quite bring himself to talk just yet*

[songless_psiren]

*IMMENSE RELIEF* Oh thank God!! *throws her arms around him, weak from the sheer relief... feels her heart hammering in her chest*

[ishbalriffs]

*doesn't even bother trying not to cry any more, wrapping his arms around Clara tightly and sobbing his heart out, his body shivering from the adrenaline and exertion and fear*

[songless_psiren]

*terrified at the thought of what could've made him so terrified, feeling her heart break all over again at his pain... holds him tightly, murmuring* It's all right, it's okay, I've got you....

[ishbalriffs]

*takes a shuddering breath, tightening his hold on her as though she were a lifeline* Thought- *he chokes and breaks down again* ThoughtIwasgonnadie-

[songless_psiren]

*and now her heart feels like it's being squeezed... her heart's doing all sorts of exciting things* Oh, Mal.... It's okay. You're okay. You're safe now, everything will be alright.... *really hopes this is true, since she has no idea what happened... is imagining all sorts of terrible things*

[ishbalriffs]

*shaking his head again, drawing his knees closer to his chest* No it's not- not safe at all-

[songless_psiren]

*heartrate hits the roof* Mal... Mal, tell me, what happened?! *tightens her hold on him unconsciously*

[ishbalriffs]

*doesn't even sense her spike in fear because he's so overwhelmed by his own terror* ...Guy from- military guy with a gun- just pulled a gun on me- wouldn't stop chasing me, but I lost him-

[songless_psiren]

................................I. Don't. Believe it! *furious*

[ishbalriffs]

*nods, too wound up to be outraged along with her; letting go of his crushing hold of her to wipe angrily at the hot tears on his cheeks* 's a miracle he didn't hit me... *covers his eyes with his hand, which is lightly grazed from his fall so unsteady he seems to have a palsy* Ishbala I don't think I can do this any more!

[songless_psiren]

Hit you? ...Did he fire at you? *feels that pressure on her heart again, not sure what to say to that... shifts position, starting to be in some amount of pain kneeling on the floor, turning to sit next to him, back to the door, keeping an arm around his shoulders*

[ishbalriffs]

*draws in a shuddering breath, nodding and making a noise that is half a 'mhm' and half a whimper* ...Just kept running. Di-didn't want to go into the street because there were so many people and he was n-not a good shot I thought he might miss me and hit some poor kid.