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[hatesafrica]

Characters: hatesafrica and ornithophobia
Where: Some street in the city.
Rating: Probably PG-13.
Time: August 2nd.
Description: Rachel goes to get herself more acquainted with the town and all the stores, and has an unexpected meeting along the way.

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[ornithophobia]

"I suppose it doesn't matter." Either way, the girl was going to scratch herself half to death at this rate. He paused in his approach long enough to kneel down and pick up something she dropped -- her purse, and more importantly, the communicator that was in it. He was on a bit of a schedule here and doubtless the girl wouldn't have the presence of mind to do this herself. It would be the only right thing to do, giving her a hand like this.

After a little rummaging, he found something that was probably the communicator, except it was more like half a compact mirror and half a cell phone. He lies low for two days, and suddenly everyone's outfitted with new "technology," huh? Talk about timing. Letting the purse fall to the ground, Scarecrow walked briskly over to where the girl was kneeling on the ground. Ignoring her attempts to crawl away through whatever delusions she was experiencing, he seized her wrist.

"For your sake, I hope very much that this will get through to you. Now, you'll need this--" he explained, forcing the communicator into her hand, "--to call for help, otherwise I can't guarantee what the state of your mind will be after a few hours. You can send a message to all your friends, tell them to come find you, say how horrible it all was-- and if you're lucky, then maybe this will all be over soon."

No knives, hopefully. "Understand?"

[hatesafrica]

She pulled away as he grabbed her wrist, wincing and looking away from him, praying he would let go. Instead, she felt something shoved into her hand. She looked at it, uncomprehending; why would he willingly give it to her? Did he want her to turn it off or break it so she couldn't reach anyone? She tried to force herself to listen to his words, but the ants - they'd crawled in her ears, she couldn't hear anything.

Just thinking about it made her start to panic again, and she took deep breaths to try and calm herself. She could hear small snippets of what he was saying. He... wanted her to call? Well, she sure wasn't going to let this opportunity go to waste, and she searched for the red button they had talked about. She could barely see it, under the ants. When she felt the man's hand leave her wrist, she backed up frantically, searching for the button. She shook the device, trying to get some of the insects off, and finally saw the button. She pushed her thumb down on it hurriedly. Whether or not it could hear her, she began to scream at it.

"H-Help! Please, help me...! They're all over me and they're biting and... Oh God, please, someone come!" She calls, breathing heavily as she practically yells the words. She holds the communicator tight in her hands, but curls herself into a ball, resting her head on her knees; she begins to sob, holding her hands over her eyes.

[ornithophobia]

"Compliant, very good. You probably don't understand how much you've helped me out this evening." And her alert had helped, although he hadn't quite expected the girl to seize her opportunity so soon. That was essentially the end of their time, lest unwanted company show up before he had a chance to leave; unfortunately, the attention he wanted on the network could also work against him if he wasn't careful...

He rose and gave the girl some space -- no, no sign of knives from this one yet, but better safe than sorry -- and shrugged at her display. "But you're not going to get them off you that way. If you're holding out hope that help will arrive before they consume you whole... I wouldn't count on it."

...Whatever "they" were. It'd be interesting to see if this one would be the first to go truly mad, but he'd have to check up on the effects later -- time to abscond before help did arrive. With that, Scarecrow left the girl to her own devices.