Characters: Marta Lualdi and anyone else--maybe even you!
Setting: Hallways.
Format: Prose or action, I'm cool with either.
Summary: Marta isn't quite ready to accept that whole "your world has been destroyed" business, but hey, who would be?
Warnings: Marta is a terrible litter bug. :(a
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love the way you lie. )
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Hey! The hell was that for?
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[Because obviously that's the only way he could have gotten hit by it.]
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I wasn't following you! I wasn't even walking in your direction!
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Before she can turn pick it up to see what's inside, her cat takes the opportunity away from her and launches itself at the ball. Play time for him!
Except that ball rolls all the way back to poor Marta, her cat following close behind it.]
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She stares, wide eyed, before letting out a humorless laugh, mumbling to herself.] It's just a cat...
[Well, there's no way a cat's behind all this, so she'll crouch down by it, cupping her hands over her knees, not noticing the other person in the hall just yet.]
Where'd you come from, little guy?
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That's enough to make Ren relax and bit to look over the girl. What kind of flowers are in her hair?]
Who are you?
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I could ask you the same question. Are you the one who wrote this letter?
[She gestures towards the paper, a tinge of doubt in her voice. This girl didn't look like she was a member of the Vanguard, or anyone else that'd have business with her, for that matter.]
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Um, did you...drop this?
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It's improper to throw things on the floor and leave them there.
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