Who: Kaien Shiba
heartbetween and OPEN TO ANYONE!
When: Backdated like crazy to the beginning of the zombie infestation
Where: Patrol Headquarters
Format: Action, prose, whatever floats your boat.
What: Open headquarters log! Feel free to mingle/bicker/whathaveyou <3
Warnings: Will add as necessary
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Safe havens )
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Riza blinked at the little girl for a moment, not quite sure how to respond to her at first.
"Yes," she answered slowly. "I live here." She glanced from the girl to her little panda and offered a very wan smile in an effort to assuage the questions and concern she felt were inevitable.
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"Could you?" she asked. Whether Mei knew it or not, occupation was exactly what she was looking for in coming down the stairs in the first place. What she wanted was to feel useful and be distracted. "I'd be glad to help you if you need."
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[Quatre stands some distance away from her, concerned but willing to leave if she needs more time alone. He wants to intrude, really and make sure she is alright and happy again... But he knows better and that only time can really help. His clothes are bloody, too, and he realizes it may not be a fantastic reminder to what has happened.]
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Quatre. Hello.
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How are you doing?
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But she manages to keep most of it out of her face, standing straight and not allowing her head to bow or look away.]
I'm fine.
[It's a lie, but she has no other answer she is willing to give. Her eyes flick over him again - oh, the blood - and she shores herself up. She has to start facing thing, now.]
What is the situation outside?
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Controlled, for the most part. Civilians are safe now.
[Quatre breathes deeply. Riza's pain is suffocating, and he feels like he's laying at the bottom of an ocean.]
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Oh. Good. I'm glad.
[His response makes her feel a little less guilty for being unable to help.]
[She notices when he breathes in, he seems... uncomfortable. She takes a step closer, allowing concern for the boy to distract her from herself for a moment.]
Are you all right?
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Just a little tired.
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[She nods a little and stands still, not sure what to do. She contemplates retreat, not for the first time since coming down here. Going back and hiding in her room would be easier, she could stop trying to put on this mask of a calm she doesn't feel. Could stop pretending she doesn't feel as if she's slowly drowning.
But, no. She has to force herself beyond this, regain some strength, or she'll never be able to leave this building, much less go back into the ruins as she plans.]
Can I do anything for you? I can arrange a room for you, if you need to rest.
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[Zombies are far easier than Riza's pain, but the thought disappoints him. He would rather do what's easy than help her?]
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[She hesitates, standing there with feet unwilling to move. He's going out again, this boy, but she has barely been able to muster the courage to leave her room. It's pathetic. It makes her hate herself so much that she can almost taste it, like bitter bile in her mouth. She glances away, hiding her eyes behind her bangs as her fingers curl in again, trembling almost imperceptibly with anger, her nails cutting familiar grooves into her palms.
After a moment, she raises her head and looks at him, the mask restored.]
Let me know if you need anything while you're here.
[She turns and begins to move away, to find some way to be of use here because she feels so completely useless.]
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He almost lets her walk away like that.]
Miss Hawkeye!
[A pause.]
You're a strong person; I hope you know that.
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