[The day wears on, and long streaks of golden light are starting to settle across Mayfield as the sun begins to set. Downtown, there's someone casting a long shadow as they walk slowly down the street. It's a young woman; she's dragging something large and unwieldy. Whatever it is, it's leaving a long, dark smear on the road as it's pulled along- a
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((ooc:blanket permission for anything except death and loss of limbs]
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[ooc; So good to me *u*]
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Sen?
((ooc: ;A;))
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Come to think of it, there's a hell of a lot of blood leading from the bedroom of one of the children to the bathroom. S-sorry, drone daughter. You looked so tasty, okay...]
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Sen?
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It isn't polite to just walk in on someone like that. [A hand shifts to her throat, rubbing it. She's so thirsty...]
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[The joke is weak, his face is blank, and his tone is flat]
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You don't look well. [Her tone makes it clear that she doesn't really care.] What are you doing here?
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[he approaches her, but still keeps his distance. He knows her well enough to know something is wrong here.]
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So tell me then, who I am talking to? Because you're not Sen.
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...You should leave. I like you, Doctor. I'm really... [she touches her throat again.] --hungry, and you are at the bottom of my list. [she clenches a fist at her side; she looks like she's trying to resist doing something...]
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And do you know why I have a hero complex, hm? Because I save people, I've saved billions of lives and I'm going to save you too. Save you from whatever [he makes inane hand gestures over her] this is.
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[her expression is hateful- at the Doctor, at America, at herself.] He nearly killed me.
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