✖ anxiety attack: 005 ✖

[notlikethemovie]

[A. 339 Brady Lane]

[The sound of shattering glass is loud in the kitchen, the milk bottle having slipped out of Mika's hands. Sweat forms on her brow, her pupils dilating, and the trembling starts just as she begins to scream

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[D; Park]

[bitemescumbag]

[Someone sitting under the tree he's grown accustomed to, nay has all but marked as his own? Well, that won't stop Yuri from plopping down on the other side of it.]

Damn, girl. You look like crap.

[This from the man with a near-completely destroyed voice, courtesy of attempting to shotgun razor-milk.]

[D; Park]

[notlikethemovie]

Feel like it too.

[She shivers, hugging herself tighter.]

At least they're gone now.

[What is she talking about? Mika makes a quiet sound of distress as she hugs her knees tighter.]

[bitemescumbag]

[He rolls his neck, wincing a bit, but staying nonchalant otherwise.]

They? Oh... lemme guess: you got the crazy-juice, today?

[A model of tact, this one.]

[notlikethemovie]

I...ah...

[Whimpering softly, his words seem to sting her as she somehow manages to curl tighter into herself without even moving.]

[bitemescumbag]

[...Oh. Whoops.]

Bad word choice, huh. Sorry 'bout that. Less of a mind to watch my tongue than usual, today...

[And, he sounds sincere.]

Y'doin' alright now, at least?

[notlikethemovie]

I...I guess so. Maybe. I think so.

[She presses her face against her knees, but her tail thumps softly against the grass.]

'm not bleeding anymore.

[bitemescumbag]

[He's got sense of mind to keep his voice from sounding liquid-y. Good for him.]

Definitely a plus. 'Specially here; not much ya can do for a cut in the park, y'know? No Thera here.

[notlikethemovie]

It's not cuts I'm worried about.

[Her ears fold back and she makes an unhappy sound deep in her throat.]

My eyes were melting earlier.

[bitemescumbag]

Yeah? Sounds like it musta sucked.

[And then a sudden realization.]

...You looked alright a few seconds ago, though. You a regenerator or somethin'?

[notlikethemovie]

Always happens when the possessions are over.

[Mika begins to rock herself where she sits.]

It always happens.

[bitemescumbag]

P-possessions!?

You, uhm, you don't mean like ghosts, do you?

[oh god oh man oh god oh man...]

[notlikethemovie]

M-mm...

[She nods, continuing to rock.]

I thought I'd never have to deal with it again. I thought I'd gotten past it all. I thought it would never happen again.

[bitemescumbag]

Urrgh. Damn ghosts. Didn't think there'd be any here. 'course it was a matter of time...

[He's actually muttering to himself more than anything else, snapping out of it to ask an important question.]

Say, you didn't try takin' a swing at 'em, did you?

[notlikethemovie]

They told me there wouldn't be any here.

[The quiet 'auuuuu' sound she makes is almost inaudible.]

Mm-mm. [She shakes her head, managing not to whimper again.] I didn't have the tape. I need the red tape,

[bitemescumbag]

Settle down there. Ya don't need red tape to take care of punks like that.

[He cracks his knuckles, any bravado exhibited mostly genuine.]

Even that spooky kinda jerk ain't immune to a good beating. Ain't like they don't have a habit of booking it away fast-like anyway.

[notlikethemovie]

No, the only thing that hurt them was the tape.

[Gingerly, she rests her chin on her knee, making a quiet whining sound.]

Nothing else could touch them.