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Post by Strype on Oct 4, 2007 19:56:37 GMT -5
((This takes place immediately after the Bank Robbery))
The ride home from the bank had been quiet, deathly quiet. Everyone stared at their hands in their lap, as if something like that happened every now and then. But it didn't. They lost, and someone died. Lily, the sweet girl she'd talked with a few times, and wanted to be friends with...she was dead. She'd never see her again. The happy, smiling girl who rode next to her in the van was dead.
After she'd gotten out of the van, she ran. She took off, running across the grounds, despite the voices she heard calling after her. She had to get away.
Running down towards the woods, she couldn't take it anymore. Her speed combined with her already strong urge to lose the contents of her stomach was too much. The sound of retching was heard as she clung to a tree, sobbing and losing her meals.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 4, 2007 20:03:33 GMT -5
::Pietro had not driven back with the others in the van. He had run back and forth, taking the injured to the Doctor, and back again. When all was said and done, he ran back to the mansion, let the others deal with the aftermath. Uncle would call a de-briefing, and he would attend, but for now, he would not. He took the time to patch the wound in his side. As he circled the grounds, frown on his face, he saw another by, followed by sounds of retching. He approached the sound, saw the figure of the tiger cub.:: "Kyra?"
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Post by Strype on Oct 4, 2007 20:17:27 GMT -5
Another retch, and she looked up at the sound of someone calling her. She shuddered; vomiting always took a lot out of her. Turning, she wiped her mouth, but the tears were still wet on her face. It was Pietro, one of the last people she wanted to see her like this. She said nothing, but that was partly because she was afraid she'd vomit again.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 4, 2007 20:21:44 GMT -5
::Pietro kept his distance; he did not like to be approached when in such a vulnerable state. Still, she was a child; he had gone with her to protect her and had failed in that task. He was motivated to speak the obvious.:: "So you know."
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Post by Strype on Oct 4, 2007 20:28:25 GMT -5
She nodded, pressing her hand to her small mouth. She was afraid to speak, between the sobbing and emotion rising in her throat, and she still clutched the tree, because her knees felt weak.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 4, 2007 21:19:53 GMT -5
::Pietro took a slight step forward, still giving her space. He was not an expert at giving comfort to anyone but Wanda, but the cub was in need.:: "You need to talk."
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Post by Strype on Oct 4, 2007 21:23:28 GMT -5
She shook her head, swallowing back bile. "What can I say?" She asked, her voice cracked by emotion. "How can I say anything?"
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 4, 2007 21:28:07 GMT -5
"It is a travesty," ::Pietro said, taking another step closer. Words might not be enough to express the anger at the injustice, but it was a beginning.::
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Post by Strype on Oct 4, 2007 21:34:45 GMT -5
"We weren't ready," she said softly, the tears coming forth once more. "We froze. I'm supposed to try my best, and work hard so that this doesn't happen. And it happened anyway." She was younger than she was, a girl dropped off by her mom and sent to 'mutant school', where she's supposed to learn things. Learn useful things, to protect her from the world out there. And it didn't do anything.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 4, 2007 22:32:24 GMT -5
::Pietro crossed the distance between them and placed a hand on her shoulder to comfort her. He agreed with what she said; the children should not have been there, they could not fight.:: "It should not have happened."
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Post by Strype on Oct 4, 2007 22:35:36 GMT -5
At that moment, as soon as he placed his hand on her shoulder, she broke. Something snapped inside, and she felt as if she was going to break. She sank to the ground, sobbing, and felt as if she would simply melt into the earth, and cease to exist. She was supposed to be strong, she was a creature of incredible power, so why couldn't she be the one to take the beating? Lily wasn't a fighter, she was a hothouse flower; meant to bloom and be cared for, not to fight.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 4, 2007 22:49:03 GMT -5
::Pietro sat down beside her; he did not withdraw his touch from her. She was a cub, the girl in the laboratory a child; neither was old enough to be faced with the battle. The girl was too young to have fallen.:: "There is nothing that can be said to right this injustice."
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Post by Strype on Oct 4, 2007 22:55:22 GMT -5
She sobbed, turning her head from Pietro. Even though it was an unreasonable thought, she was embarrassed for him to look at her. To see her like this. One moment, they were sitting together in the van, Lily offering her a stick of gum. The next, she stood watching as Pietro took her broken body out. What happened next? Where do they go from here?
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 4, 2007 23:01:11 GMT -5
::Pietro did not move from her, although he knew why she turned from him. He would do the same, might do it later should he lose his composure. He had not taken it well, but he was older and could adjust better than she could. He answered the unvoiced question, knowing it well.:: "We survive because we must, and more children will fall if we give up."
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Post by Strype on Oct 4, 2007 23:08:44 GMT -5
She sniffed loudly, and turned to face him once more. "But I feel weak," she admitted quietly. "What if I can't do anything at all?"
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