Who: Miata and open!
When: Shortly after her little...scream call.
Where:Allll around the city
Format: Paragraph, action, etc, whatever you're most comfortable with. Threadjacking is also totally allowed for this log.
What: Miata has not taken to being a Scorched, or being in a strange place well. So she finally snaps.
Warnings: Violence, angst, enough
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"Miata-!" he called out, expecting no response. It was cold out, and the eerie light of the lighthouse in the distance made the ambiance no better. Jack shivered, but stubbornly, he pressed on.
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But she was not one to lecture, though she could scold. But that would not come to mind.
At the moment, she was scrambling over roofs, much like a spider or a raccoon, on the move. Perhaps it would be hard to spot but...she paused at one point, her hair caught on a drain pipe. She snarled, an animalistic noise, and yanked it off the pipe-enough light and movement to give Jack pause.
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Was that her, so high above? He could just make out the lithe figure now. Well, there was no point in going back now that he'd found her. There was no excuse but to push on.
Again, he called her name. "Miata! Wait!"
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Yet she also feels responsible. There's a lingering sense of guilt mixed with what could only be described as motherly concern.
The quick clattering of feet snaps her attention to the right. Yoki. There. And oh-so familiar.]
M... Miata! [It's doubtful that the other heard her. She sprints, trying- running. Always running.] Wait!
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no. Did Clarice even see her? Take care of her anymore? Try to be a mother? Miata didn't know anymore. And that's why she continued to run. Heading for the ruins.]
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Yet she still continued. She wouldn't surrender the girl several yards away to an unseen, haunting force. A familiar chill crawled up her spine, the same feeling that Agatha had given.
Clarice yelled at the already fading figure. Loud. Louder than she had been for quite some time.]
STOP!
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She couldn't disobey. She couldn't be still. Miata whimpered under her breath, her form rocking back and forth, unsure of what she should do. This was for her sake! For mama. It was all for her.]
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He sees her running, and he remembers.
Don't think so much.
What is it, concern? Curiosity? The unnamed thing grows up inside him and he finds himself running after, waiting to see if she will stop, and if not, to see the destination.]
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She finally stopped, standing still as a statue in the middle of a courtyard. And yet, she wasn't tense at all, for all she had been running hell bent a moment before.]
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Are you all right?
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[Her voice is low at first; but as she speaks more and more, her voice raises in volume. But the tone is still flat as ever.]
This is a trap. It's only a trap, will stay a trap. Always. Don't...know humans. Anymore.
Do you?
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A figure darted beneath him, and he circled downward until the features were clear enough. Hmm. He moved ahead of her path, then dropped down to block her, arms folded across his chest. "Oy. What are you running from?"
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She didn't even bother lifting her sword. Instead, one hand was lifted, akin to a blade, and made to pierce him through the gut. But at the sight of his eyes, the feel of his aura...the little warrior faltered. Perhaps not quick enough to keep from slamming into one another, but enough to stop an intent to kill.
"Running? Nothing. Searching? Yes."
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A foot slid backwards to brace himself in case she ran at him again--otherwise it was as if nothing had happened. "Searching for what? You lose something?" Something to cause someone to break down to the basics, killing and hunting, the perfect aspects of a predator.
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Miata huffed out a breath of air, and stayed in her crouched position, comfortable the way she was. She could attack the legs, or jump off elsewhere if she had to. She was sick of standing anyway.
“The way out. Home.” She jerked her chin to where the Door was. She had, during her first days here, attempted to flee through the Door. But it had been more solid then the sword she had strapped to her back, unbreakable and unyielding.
“I want a Door. Want out now.”
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