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[randomsbastard]

If you've ever been hunted, you know it. The feeling of eyes following you, the point where the crack of a twig takes on far, far more danger than should be possible. It isn't that anything is out of place. Its just a feeling

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[song_tra_bong]

She'd been keeping to herself the past few days and came outside to clear her head.

Now she's regretting it.

She'd call it paranoia, but paranoia keeps her alive.

She freezes, hands in her pockets. "Somebody there?"

[randomsbastard]

They're deep enough, now, that the line between Milliways and Dreaming isn't just blurred, its obliterated.

Its the only reason Martin steps out. He still looks like a geek, with his blond hair messed up and his thumbs tucked into the pockets of his jeans. Random's eyes, Random's bone structure made tall and thin, Random's "I'm going to kill you and enjoy every second of it" smile.

Yeah, he looks like a geek. For an Amberite.

[song_tra_bong]

"Martin."

She takes a step back.

you always liked it better when they ran

She holds her ground, for now.

[randomsbastard]

"Sex blond."

He responds, taking a step forward,

"We talked about dad."