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Oh my god you guys The Riz killed Cara what do!?
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For a while, Ema was actually listening intently. Until Kimberly mentioned the words "American Idol", then it became horribly obvious that she was joking. What was it she'd been thinking about them being crazy? Well, making jokes at a time like this, that was classic unhinged behaviour. And... American Idol, really? It could at least have been a good show. Still, the girl didn't seem to miss a beat before skipping right ahead to the serious point.

"No. There's nothing you should know. Twelve people left, lots of people dead. Same shit, different day. Goodbye."

Reiko, on the other hand, didn't seem to have anything to say at all. Pretty ballsy for someone hardly any different to Ema; that is, irrevocably defined as a killer. The only thing that made either of them any different to people like Lombardi or Brooks was that they were alive. Hell, all that set them apart from someone like Rizzolo was that neither had actually won yet. One of the two seemed most likely to, mind. And Ema wasn't exactly going to give that title up to Reiko without a fight.

...that said, a fight wasn't something Ema had in her at that precise moment. The umpteenth glance down at her leg that hour confirmed that the bandage around it was just as saturated with red as it had been before, and that that wasn't a good sign at all. Her head was feeling lighter by the minute, a sensation she was quite certain was pretty well correlated with blood loss, and if she wasn't just hallucinating - which, in fairness, would probably be worse - her fingers and toes were beginning to feel horribly cold despite the warm sunshine.

No, Ema Ryan was in no state to fight, none whatsoever. Frankly, all she wanted to do for the rest of the day was collapse in a nearby bed and pass out until such times as she could actually walk again. And she was being offered a very lovely opportunity to just leave without a fight. She'd have to be mad, no, worse than mad, utterly stupid, not to take it.

And so she did. With a rather spontaneous mock salute, which later she'd wonder after the meaning of, Ema turned, and she walked away. Or, more accurately, she limped away, dragging her gradually less and less mobile left leg behind her.

[Ema Ryan --> Maladjusted]
Every time you fall asleep you die. Someone else wakes up in your body, thinking they're you.
You are alone and trapped in your own mind, the world around you is your lie.
Soon you will be nothing, you will never again hear sounds, never again see colours, never again be anyone.

Riley Moon appreciates that Action Needs an Audience, but it's hard not to watch. Hair Status: Bubblegum Pink
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