event: exit

[mayfield_mods]

[You've probably started getting used to your new regains, haven't you?

Well, too bad. As of right now, the moment the phone rings and automatically picks up, they're gone.]All of you think you're pretty smart for all this stuff you did, huh? Well, you're not. I don't care if you killed my friend. I don't need friends, anyway. I didn't even like

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[playground]

[flameyedhunter]

[Shana just watches over Lucy, thoughtful.]

[mayfield_mods]

[Lucy scowls at her.]

What do you want?

[flameyedhunter]

"To understand you."

[she'll cross to her, expression still gentle.]

[mayfield_mods]

You can't understand me.

Nobody can.

[mayfield_mods]

[Lucy doesn't greet her, instead remaining lost in her own little world on the swing.]

[mayfield_mods]

Hmph. What are they saying?

[imwotchingyou]

[GDI. There goes the purple hair!]

Don't you think people might be happier if they were allowed to keep their abilities?

[mayfield_mods]

No. They'd just try to use them to get out.

And that can't happen!

[imwotchingyou]

If we can't get out then what's the harm in letting us keep our gifts?

[mayfield_mods]

Because they make trouble.

That's what I told the Postman, but he wouldn't listen. He liked trouble.

[braided_icarus]

[....Watching, hands in his pockets as he walks by the park.]

[mayfield_mods]

[Eventually, she looks up to meet his gaze.]

[braided_icarus]

So, you're Lucy? I've heard a lot about you.....

[mayfield_mods]

Nothing good, I bet.

Nobody here likes me.

[worstvikingever]

[Hiccup very hesitantly approaches the swingset, then sits down on the swing next to her.]

Hi.

[mayfield_mods]

[sniff.]

What.

[worstvikingever]

Nothing, it's just...

I'm sorry your friends are dead.

[...he actually sounds sorry. Because he is. He didn't want anyone to die.]

[mayfield_mods]

Hmph.

...So am I.