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Who is this sassy lost child
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Oh, hey. People.


There was movement nearby, at least, and Raina struggled to maneuver herself into a kneeling position. As previously mentioned, she was cold, and wet, and aching all over due to being cold and wet for who knew how long. Her teeth were chattering, and last she recalled it was the middle of May in Arizona, so...

Not that they were in Arizona anymore. God only knew where Raina and her classmates had been dumped to die.

Another violent shudder ran through her as she thought that.

When she finally got around to actually looking up to see who was in the room with her, she started, or would have if she wasn't already shaking.

"J-Johnny?" Her voice came out a croak, but it was kind of a happy croak. That was Johnny on the other side of the room for sure, and she didn't think she'd ever been so happy to see his goofy cracked-out squirrel face in her whole life. ...Had she ever been happy to see his face? It wasn't the kind of face that normally inspired happiness, regardless of how you actually felt about Johnny himself.

Oh well.

"John-n-ny, h-hey." Raina wrapped her arms around herself, trying to rub some heat back into them. "Wh-wha-"

She was interrupted by the door to their room opening, and then quickly slamming shut again. Raina got just a glimpse of whoever it was that had opened the door - some girl, small, blonde - but there wasn't enough time to really process who it might be. The sudden movement had sent a jolt of shock through her, tinged with fear.

There was... it sounded like crying from the other side of the door now, though. Deranged psycho killers didn't run away from people and cry.

Raina sniffled a little herself. "Who was th-that?" Not useful dialogue, no, but rhetorical questions were better than just crying herself.
"Art enriches the community, Steve, no less than a pulsing fire hose, or a fireman beating down a blazing door. So what if we're drawing a nude man? So what if all we ever draw is a nude man, or the same nude man over and over in all sorts of provocative positions? Context, not content! Process, not subject! Don't be so gauche, Steve, it's beneath you."

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