012 ~*~ To those who came before me [Backdated to early Chrismas Morning]

[notsogreatwall]

[ Phone : Unfiltered ]
[ To everyone she inconvenienced because of her stupid decision; to anyone who recognizes her voice at all, anymore... Meiling, who has been out of the house for most of that time (especially when she was ripe for being hunted), has just one thing to say: ] I'm sorry, everyone. I'm so sorry...

[ Action : 340 Brady Lane ]

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[kinships]

[He hasn't seen Meiling since they agreed to be friends at the school, but he is not going to pass on by at the sight of her bloodied and collapsed on a porch.

Hurrying over, he crouched next to her and gently tried to check for where her injuries were.]

Miss Meiling? Miss Meiling, can you hear me?

[notsogreatwall]

Huh? [ She's not unconscious, and none of the wounds are hers at all. In fact, many of the stains on her clothes are days old, and the ones on her fingers and face are quite aged and spotty, as if she had been trying to wash up but wasn't too successful.

Meiling turns to the voice and looks the person over. ] Oh, it's Cain.

[kinships]

[Relieved to see she's conscious at least, and the blood doesn't appear new, he reaches down a hand to offer her help up.]

Are you alright?

[notsogreatwall]

[ She smiles rather oddly. Meiling feels unwell on so many levels. ] I wouldn't say that...