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Petrushka was startled by the girl's sudden scream, quickly looking up the hill to see a bloodied body hanging from the fence, soon falling off, with a large boy, presumably the killer, approaching them. Suddenly, her situation became even more real. Even with the abduction, the collar, and the island, there was still a little part of her trying to convince her that this wasn't real. That she wasn't really trapped in a game of death. But watching somebody get killed right in front of her succeeded in silencing that last fit of futile resistance.

She had to get out of here. But to where? Now that was a stupid question: Anywhere but here. Noticing the girl making a break for it, she decided to go in the same direction. She started to run after her, but stopped for a moment, looking back at the boy. She waited for to see if he'd follow after, but soon her sense of self-preservation kicked in, overriding her concern for the boy as she continued running. She was sure he'd be fine. If he had a weapon, he could at least defend himself, and if he didn't, then hopefully he had the common sense to make a break for it.

{{continued in Where is my Mind?}}
Edited by Super Llama, Aug 16 2010, 03:02 AM.
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Enough expository banter! Now we fight like men! And ladies! And ladies who dress like men! For Gilgamesh...it is MORPHIN' TIME!

V5 hopefuls:
Hiro Fukuyama: "N-n-no, I-I'm not scared."
Lucy Rosenberg: "If you're looking for friends, I don't think I can help you with that."
Angus McDonald: "To hell with you! If anyone here deserves to live, it's me!"

The Dead

She wanted those horrible metal balls to stop banging against her legs

But would Celeste even want help from a guy that whips out his pistol without a second thought?
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