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[In a hallway, somewhere between the southern wing and one of the neutral wings, there is a Kanda sitting on the ground, propped unceremoniously against a wall. Her coat is in tatters around her - oh boy, that's going to leave scars, Dressing Room or not - and she's absolutely covered in dried blood.]
[Her eyes are also open, as if staring at the ( Read more... )
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Are you done yet?
[Being an ass?]
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[And it leaves her wheezing a little. But damn, if it isn't satisfying.]
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[I-is that a smirk? It might very well be. A little one, but it's there. Maybe it's just the aftershock of knowing she was just dead moments ago. Or, maybe it's just Tyki's laughter. Maybe she's even slightly hysterical. Who knows, but for right now, she's smirking slightly.]
[At least until she pulls herself up again - this time with much more success - and leans against the wall. Totally shucking off her coat too, and letting it rumple to the floor. Good god, how much blood did she lose?]
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I've been looking for a reason to get rid of the fucking thing.
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[There's a slight, slight fumble - and a slight double-take - but she does manage to catch it. Rather than put it on, however, she just turns it over in her hands to find the pockets. You wouldn't happen to have any matches, would you?]
Matches?
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[She finds the matches in one of the pockets, and finally slips the jacket on. It's rather large for her, but warm. And clean. And that's what matters, right?]
[Lights one match and drops it on her coat.]
... it'll have to do.
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