Pyosimros
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Maya ignored Miles' question for a few seconds and she noticed the crowd was moving somewhere else, injections she would presume. The place gave her nightmares for the next few days, probably because she was one of those rare people who accidentally took a lil' peek at the dead bodies. People who weren't lucky enough to gain the powers the rest of us have. She looked over at Miles, and wondered if he would meet the same fate. Would he be one of those dead people Maya saw by mistake?
Maya quickly shook away these dark thoughts and smiled quickly. "Oh! The list?" She asked rhetorically and looked over at the brown board. "That's the roommate list. And that..." Maya stopped her sentence for a second and dragged the slim finger through both of their names. "That means that we're roommates," She said with the fake happiness she used a couple seconds ago. Miles seemed distracted however. And without a second thought, he walked towards the place where people would receive their injections. Maya frowned shortly, he would do it sooner or later, but the thought of his new roommate dying upon a few minutes of meeting him frightened her.
To lazy to walk, Maya manipulated the ground so she would get there both faster, and without using as much energy. Stopping abruptly at the entrance of where you take the shot, she waited in anticipation. One minute of worry. One minute of mental chants, saying, "C'mon. Live. Live."
Maya quickly shook away these dark thoughts and smiled quickly. "Oh! The list?" She asked rhetorically and looked over at the brown board. "That's the roommate list. And that..." Maya stopped her sentence for a second and dragged the slim finger through both of their names. "That means that we're roommates," She said with the fake happiness she used a couple seconds ago. Miles seemed distracted however. And without a second thought, he walked towards the place where people would receive their injections. Maya frowned shortly, he would do it sooner or later, but the thought of his new roommate dying upon a few minutes of meeting him frightened her.
To lazy to walk, Maya manipulated the ground so she would get there both faster, and without using as much energy. Stopping abruptly at the entrance of where you take the shot, she waited in anticipation. One minute of worry. One minute of mental chants, saying, "C'mon. Live. Live."