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Cast in the Name of God; Was day 6, then day 7, holy hell it's morning of day 8
Topic Started: Mar 23 2017, 08:46 PM (1,513 Views)
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((Blair Moore continued from Cucurrucucú paloma))

"Good idea."

Truthfully, Blair was not happy to be back in the asylum. She'd spent enough time here to know it was a thoroughly unpleasant place, made worse by the presence of corpses. Once upon a time, she might've been worried by the creepiness.

Now? She had other things to deal with.

At least Alba and Enzo were acceptable company. Blair was a little wary, but Enzo's candidness and Alba's general demeanor gave her some confidence that they weren't going to murder her. There'd not been much discussion about...anything, really. Quiet, compared to Noah and Rene.

No time to mourn, though. It was tragic and all that, and hurt more than she'd care to admit. Despite that, Blair was still alive, so she could deal with the sadness when her life wasn't in danger. Either from getting home, or being dead. Either way. Arriving at the location labeled 'Staff Lounge' on the wall, Blair pushed open the door and stepped inside.

She froze in the doorway. Three people stood within; one recognizable by the scars on her face (though her hair usually covered them), and two that took a moment to identify. Dorky Olivia and stuck-up Georgia Lee. Coleen was the only one whose name she'd heard before, though Blair didn't remember the context.

The gun came up, leveled at Coleen, a split second's startled expression on her face replaced by a weird sense of numbness.

"Don't move."
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Blair didn't hear a single word they said. Not one. She couldn't move. She could barely breathe.

She was frozen in place, gun trembling, suddenly overwhelmed by the ramifications of her actions hitting her like a sledgehammer. She had been a second from shooting them. This was different from pulling the gun on Alba; Alba's reaction had been placid, put her at ease. She'd been scared for a moment, but calmed down.

This wasn't calming. This was fearful. Blair's fear response was heightened by that of the others.

Her hands kept shaking. Her eyes darted between the faces of the others. Georgia Lee, Olivia, Coleen. She was paralyzed by ignorance; she didn't know if she could trust them to not attack as soon as she lowered her weapon. But at the same time she couldn't exactly stand here forever.

She took a step back, bumped into the door frame. Her fingers tightened, and she clenched her teeth to hold in a scream. She felt like she was about to explode.

Movement. Georgia Lee. Reaching for something. Something out of sight. Every muscle in Blair's body tensed. A word shot through her; 'Gun!'

Since her Smith & Wesson was a semi-automatic weapon, though she held down the trigger for almost a second after the bang, it only fired a single shot.

But that was enough.
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Panic and chaos.

Georgia Lee fell to the ground, not dead but bleeding.

Coleen raised her gun and started to count. Blair barely heard the first number.

Enzo's arm lashed out, grabbing at Blair. Instinctively, she swung her arm away, pulling the trigger again in the process, the bullet embedding itself in the ceiling.

She had to get out, get away, run.

She ran, her backpack slamming against her side as she ran from the room and, pausing only momentarily, back out towards the exit of this goddamned place.

((Blair Moore continued in The Plastic Ratio))
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