06-07-2020, 01:26 AM
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in this state, she knew she wouldn't make it much further. that bitch had gotten her good, hadn't he? went out in his own fucked up feign to glory by puncturing her knee with his knife pretty badly. it would have been fine, sure had something to clean it up with. would have been fine if even he did. she'd searched through the motel room while his dead body laid sprawled under her feet to find nothing. for the time being, she stripped him from his white t-shirt— as if he'd need it anymore— and tied it tightly around her thigh, trying to not feel too disdained. at least i'm not the one on the ground
all was well at the time, thankful that diablo wasn't left as orphaned as she, but now she's growing fatigued. the only thing good she has left is a nutrition bar, and she knows that wouldn't do her or diablo any good after it was gone. the portions she stole from her previous group had vanished, and she's left to ponder what was next. anything else would be better than this, and better than the living hell that kim made her endure in her last moments in this group.
"let's get some rest, yeah?" a barn has piqued her line of vision. she glances down into the duffel where a mangy white rabbit peaks its head. she strokes its ears before making her way towards the barn. it's tattered and open, but may leave enough room to get some shut eye if she's lucky. so bland. daft. nothing like the comfort of the motel room her last group stayed, ravished in its neon lights. she hates to admit it, but sometimes she wished she stayed.
lost in thought, she nearly misses the noise. nearly. lorena whips around, attempting to adjust to the scenery around her to not much avail. slowly, she retrieved the pistol she keeps at waistband her tongue running absentmindedly of her bottom lip. "muéstrate." she demanded. another noise. she pointed it to the potential threat.
[member=9650]EDMUND.[/member] [member=2919]truce.[/member]
in this state, she knew she wouldn't make it much further. that bitch had gotten her good, hadn't he? went out in his own fucked up feign to glory by puncturing her knee with his knife pretty badly. it would have been fine, sure had something to clean it up with. would have been fine if even he did. she'd searched through the motel room while his dead body laid sprawled under her feet to find nothing. for the time being, she stripped him from his white t-shirt— as if he'd need it anymore— and tied it tightly around her thigh, trying to not feel too disdained. at least i'm not the one on the ground
all was well at the time, thankful that diablo wasn't left as orphaned as she, but now she's growing fatigued. the only thing good she has left is a nutrition bar, and she knows that wouldn't do her or diablo any good after it was gone. the portions she stole from her previous group had vanished, and she's left to ponder what was next. anything else would be better than this, and better than the living hell that kim made her endure in her last moments in this group.
"let's get some rest, yeah?" a barn has piqued her line of vision. she glances down into the duffel where a mangy white rabbit peaks its head. she strokes its ears before making her way towards the barn. it's tattered and open, but may leave enough room to get some shut eye if she's lucky. so bland. daft. nothing like the comfort of the motel room her last group stayed, ravished in its neon lights. she hates to admit it, but sometimes she wished she stayed.
lost in thought, she nearly misses the noise. nearly. lorena whips around, attempting to adjust to the scenery around her to not much avail. slowly, she retrieved the pistol she keeps at waistband her tongue running absentmindedly of her bottom lip. "muéstrate." she demanded. another noise. she pointed it to the potential threat.
[member=9650]EDMUND.[/member] [member=2919]truce.[/member]
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: center; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.4;"]I'M [I]HIGH AS A PRIVATE JET. â€â€