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[emily b.]

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[I]Riots are the voices
of the unheard     

[B][I] that kid has got to stay on top

Emily Elizabeth had survived something not many had, a revolution of her own creation. It had been going well, they were going to win until everything went bad. The guard division changed sides, giving their officers all the fire power. Not many got out of the prison, but she had. Emmy wore her orange jumpsuit, the number 24601 printed on it. That was her, that number had always been her. She had also taken a warm jacket off of someone who wasn't as fortunate, however her jumpsuit was still visible.

The lodge made her reach for her gun. There was nothing in it, hadn't ever had anything in it but so far it had kept creeps and traitors away from her. There was...someone walking towards her as at this point she was rather close to the lodge. Cold and shaking hands would grip the gun, her eyes gave away this terrified emotion she was feeling that the rest of her face failed to express. They could be with the prison, here to kill her.

[b]"Wh-Who are you?" she demanded, pointing the gun at them. She didn't try to make it seem like the gun was loaded, she usually didn't have to. The very sight was usually enough to make people back off. Her voice also betrayed her and told her fear, eyes wide. They didn't seem like they were from the prison, no orange jumpsuit like hers, but she couldn't take any chances. Not until they proved to her they wouldn't hurt her.

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[HAYLEY]

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the girl before her wasn't little, she wasn't a child, but she was to hayley. the woman was only twenty-three, only a few years older than emily, but certain things made you feel older, made looking at a teenager make your heart ache. she had a little girl of her own, she had a soon-to-be husband, she was leading a group, all things that changed you. it changed the brunette from just a woman into someone else, a mother, a wife, a leader. and, looking at a girl, a teenager, a child, even at gun point hayley saw just... a child. a child on a snowy, dangerous mountain. a child who was afraid. a child faced against a grown woman, one who stood at six feet tall with a resting bitch face.

just as quickly as she was staring at the wrong end of a barrel, the shotgun she had perpetually slung over her shoulder was in her hands, and she had a finger on her trigger. ready to shoot, but this was a child, so she didn't actually shoot.

❝brendan, stand down,❞ she snapped, tone sharper than she intended, not upset with brendan so much as stressed at the situation. it never was good when someone came guns blazing onto her territory, demanding answers about her people. while it was easy to assume the girl hadn't realized she'd stumbled across the group, it was difficult for the brunette to try to understand why someone would climb a place as deadly as the mountain without knowing some sort of refuge was up there.

❝you're trespassing on the flintlock lodge's territory, so i suggest you tell us who you are, and why the hell you came wandering up here.❞ she demanded, not wavering a bit in the face of a gun. ❝we can be real nice people, but you hold a gun at us, we hold one right back, and i'm willing to bet i'm a better shot than you are.❞

[tomorrow]

JUST STANDING WAITING FOR THE PUNCHES

Tomorrow had experience in defusing difficult situations. He had to know how to, else he'd be the one pulling the short end of the stick. Nowadays he didn't need to do much of that, but nowadays he lived in Flintlock and normally the person pulling a gun was Hayley - a woman who's judgement he completely trusted - or him. It was kinda weird to think about, really.

His rifle was in his hands the second he saw the situation, and he clicked the safety off and raised it; his gloved hands shook, but he aimed at the girl's chest. Hard to miss when you had a big, orange target. But he didn't pull the trigger, only approaching with cautious slow steps.

He didn't speak, but he did approach from the opposite side of Brendan that Hayley didn't have covered, making sure both of the boy's flanks were covered. He narrowed his eyes, thankful none of his dogs were following him at the moment; they'd be useful in a fight, but gods forbid if the idea of them getting shot didn't terrify him.

[emily b.]

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Riots are the voices
of the unheard     

[B][I] that kid has got to stay on top

[b][tw: mention of death]

The push from Brendan's staff was enough to make the nervous girl's shaky hands drop the gun. It sunk into the snow and her terrified eyes glanced between the two guns pointed at her, tears running down her cheeks though it was uncertain if it was because she was scared or because of the cold.

[i]❝you're trespassing on the flintlock lodge's territory, who? was that the group up here? so i suggest you tell us who you are, and why the hell you came wandering up here.❞ "24601" that's who she was, not her name. If someone asked who you were, you told them your number, not your name. She pulled the coat tighter around her and slowly started backing away, eyeing the weapons. They didn't seem like they'd be from the prison, but they may kill her still.

"E-Emily Elizabeth...That's what my mother named me" She had two first names, though Emily was the one she was usually referred to by. "I'm just trying to get away from Stoneward...I-I'm sorry I can go" She was still slowly stepping back, she was just trying to stay alive. So many had died because of her, so few got away...maybe this was her punishment. Dying at the hands of strangers.

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