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Woof Woof, I'm a Dog. Kill your Friends.
((Yikes, have been out of town and didn't notice it was my turn apologies. I should have posted in reduced activity but activity will return to normal now))

Hazel deftly stepped into the fray, situating herself between the two and the one. She held her hands up as if to show she had nothing and also as a "hold on" motion and smiled sympathetically. Hazel leaned her head to one side and bit the corner of her lip, looking up at the other two hopefully.

"I was the one who faked," she said, pushing both of her hands against her chest. "We didn't plan it or anything, I mean," she said tilting her head towards Jordan as if to say "Look at that face, does that look like the face of trickery?"

"I think you can kind of understand why we wanted a minute to just talk between ourselves. You were....sort of you know, on the announcements," she said trying to be delicate about the situation with her voice lilting gently. "We did talk about it and you are our friends and we wanted to come back to give you the chance to give us your side of what happened instead of just abandoning you all."

She moved forward stepping into Alex's personal space, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"We're just kids from school," she said, her liquid dark eyes rimmed by pitch black full of hope. "So what happened?"

Woof Woof, I'm a Dog. Kill your Friends.
"Why wouldn't they?" she retorted sharply to Jordan's comment about being welcomed back.

"Here, from their point of view this is what happened: I said I felt sick, I was pretty convincingly sick looking, we said we'd be out for air and we'd be right back, we went out for air and we came back. We didn't even start running until we were out of view so they won't know we tried to make a break for it," she said in a sort of harsh whisper.

She closed her eyes and then opened them slowly, pulling on a lock of shiny black hair.

"I don't know if it is, but I think it's the right thing to do."

Hazel stood up as high as she could on her tip toes and put a hand on Jordan's shoulder to steady herself. She positioned herself so that her mouth was close to his ear, resulting in the quietest wisp of speech she could manage.

"I know this is on me. If things go south, I'll do everything I can to make sure you can get away."

Hazel lowered herself and looked at him knowingly, raising both eyebrows.

"Let's put those extra hours in theater to good use."

She took a deep breath and walked back the way they came to the hallway leading to the electroshock therapy room.

"Hello?" she called out tentatively. "I'm feeling better." The declaration bounced back around the walls of the institution.

Woof Woof, I'm a Dog. Kill your Friends.
((C-c-combo breaker. But seriously, breaking posting order temporarily for narrative purposes))


Hazel thought of Min. It was involuntary. She did this quite often recently as much as the last 10 hours or so could be considered"recent." While she was with Jordan wandering the horrific remains of an insane asylum or engaging in conversation with people who were likely murders she was able to keep those thoughts arm's length.

She was concerned for him, but she was also concerned about him. He killed someone and she wavered on both sides of the scale between how responsible she was for him as a friend (lover maybe? That word was troubling and outdated, reminiscent of old movies) and her part of the responsibility for whomever he killed. Now they'd just bumped into another killer and it was difficult not see the mirror between the one they left and the one they encountered.

Hazel stopped and she felt Jordan stumble into her. She steadied herself for a moment and shook her head.

"Hey, I know this is going to sound crazy, but hear me out," she said, coming in closer, speaking in low, conspiratorial tones.

"I think we should go back. I think we have a personal responsibility here. They're obviously a few fries short of a Happy Meal, so if they kill someone, isn't that sort of on us? I don't think they're going to kill us, if they were they would have done it. I think we're too familiar for them to off, but if someone else falls into their lap, who knows? They'll trust us even more if we had the chance to bolt and actually come back."

She lowered her head a bit, looking at her shoes and pursed her lips.

"I can't go back without you. If we sleep in shifts it'll have to be paired off with one of them so they don't get any ideas." She looked up at Jordan now with a sort of steely determination.

"I'm sorry to put you on the spot."

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Woof Woof, I'm a Dog. Kill your Friends.
Hazel eyed Alex's machete just before they turned to leave. She took a deep breath.

"Thanks," she said breathily.

Jordan grabbed her and stopped her from collapsing. Letting herself go slack she allowed Jordan to guide her back the way they came and away from the other two. He called back that they would be right back. She looped an arm around his neck and kept pace with him. They'd made it nearly to the end of the corridor.

Suddenly Alex was screaming at them, calling them dogs or something. Alright, psycho confirmed.

Hazel's eyes suddenly became alert and wide.

"Let's get out of here."

In one fluid motion she stood up straight and started running.