Filament
Lie Lie Lie
Luther would cock his head at her, giving her a studious look before turning his gaze to window. "Loyalty is often so easily given to those who may or may not deserve it. In this case, I believe that this group may actually have what it takes."
He looks over at her bag and gives her a small nod, taking a drag off of his cigarette. "The orange one drinks a lot. Can he still shoot straight, do you know?"
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Holly's hurt but curious gaze shifts away from him. "Not getting tortured by your army anymore." She mews coldly, "Bailey, please come with me. After all he's done he couldn't even be bothered give her anything more than a politician's answer. She turns to leave the conversation, beckoning Bailey with her.
Before she makes it even a couple of steps she feels a sharp and deeply penetrating pain strike the small of her back and her haunches. She stumbles forward before falling forward onto her chin. She wobbles slightly in her awkward crouch before falling onto her side, blood staining her side.
Air whistles through her esophagus from burst lungs and the world is getting narrower somehow. She lets out a loud wheeze as her last gasp escapes her perforated lungs. The last thing she sees is her cousin getting stomped into the floor before his life is snuffed out with a gunshot.
And then it all comes back and she's stopped, her back facing Undertaker still. She's frozen, scared that if she moves it would cause her to be shot. She sends a pleading look at Speed and her artificial leg trembles in front of her like she wants to keep walking but she doesn't.
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As Pest glances around, he catches Lula's look and his expression quickly becomes one of guilt. At this point though, he's probably a bit too tipsy to prepare any kind of excuse and he looks shamefully away from her; mouthing a small apology as he does. In his haste he almost runs into Deceit. If he was hairless his cheeks would probably be red from drink by now. His breath has a subtle but not overwhelming odor of alcohol. "No. If you want my honest answer I don't like any of this at all." The tom mews earnestly, not sounding as angry as he probably should considering the circumstances.
"I have to watch all of them out there, happy and ignorant while I'm stuck in this box with people who have taken so much away from me. I hate it and I want to leave." He mews in a whisper, it almost sounds like he was about to cry. "It's all a lie." The tom adds, the memories of so many dead loved ones screaming at him in his mind.
He couldn't protect them either.
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He looks over at her bag and gives her a small nod, taking a drag off of his cigarette. "The orange one drinks a lot. Can he still shoot straight, do you know?"
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Holly's hurt but curious gaze shifts away from him. "Not getting tortured by your army anymore." She mews coldly, "Bailey, please come with me. After all he's done he couldn't even be bothered give her anything more than a politician's answer. She turns to leave the conversation, beckoning Bailey with her.
Before she makes it even a couple of steps she feels a sharp and deeply penetrating pain strike the small of her back and her haunches. She stumbles forward before falling forward onto her chin. She wobbles slightly in her awkward crouch before falling onto her side, blood staining her side.
Air whistles through her esophagus from burst lungs and the world is getting narrower somehow. She lets out a loud wheeze as her last gasp escapes her perforated lungs. The last thing she sees is her cousin getting stomped into the floor before his life is snuffed out with a gunshot.
And then it all comes back and she's stopped, her back facing Undertaker still. She's frozen, scared that if she moves it would cause her to be shot. She sends a pleading look at Speed and her artificial leg trembles in front of her like she wants to keep walking but she doesn't.
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As Pest glances around, he catches Lula's look and his expression quickly becomes one of guilt. At this point though, he's probably a bit too tipsy to prepare any kind of excuse and he looks shamefully away from her; mouthing a small apology as he does. In his haste he almost runs into Deceit. If he was hairless his cheeks would probably be red from drink by now. His breath has a subtle but not overwhelming odor of alcohol. "No. If you want my honest answer I don't like any of this at all." The tom mews earnestly, not sounding as angry as he probably should considering the circumstances.
"I have to watch all of them out there, happy and ignorant while I'm stuck in this box with people who have taken so much away from me. I hate it and I want to leave." He mews in a whisper, it almost sounds like he was about to cry. "It's all a lie." The tom adds, the memories of so many dead loved ones screaming at him in his mind.
He couldn't protect them either.
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