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maggie-fitzgerald:

I’m assembling a search group to hunt down this Nathan guy… if anyone cares to join me.

Good luck with that one.

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oh-livs-peerce:

The protesters had knocked down a piece of the fence as their crowd grew. It was a small piece but the guards weren’t anywhere to be seen and Olivia couldn’t help her curious mind from pushing her toward it. She had been avoiding the protest crowd, afraid of their intentions. However, as the chaos increased people had begun getting hurt. Olivia still had a little bit of medical expertise she had taken from the small first aid section in the library, and figured that she had played a part in causing this, so she should play a small part in fixing it.

The minute she stepped through the gate she was swallowed by the people. They shoved and pushed, their voices rising inexplicably louder every minute. Olivia was not used to this type of environment and took to apologizing and clutching her first aid kit close. When people realized who she was, they generally were less violent with the pushing and she was able to look around to see if anyone was hurt. She had become sort of a small time celebrity since she had turned in the information. She was the girl that blew the lid off, and people expected her to join this fight she knew nothing about. She stopped every now and then to bandage wounds, begging people around her to make room so she wouldn’t further harm people by trying to stop bleeding or infection. She had been going at it quite a while when she saw Elijah.  

The minute she saw him throw the punch she pushed over, dropping the apologies. Things like a small fight could turn the whole place into a mess of violence and injuries. She grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled hard begging him to stop. When he pushed back he sort of knocked her out of the crowd and onto the ground. She saw blood on her arm and figured she had scraped it on the way down. She frowned and thought about what a waste of material it was going to be to bandage her own wounds. A tingle of anger flowed toward Elijah, but just as she was about to say something he was apologizing. Behind him a very angry man was getting ready to throw another punch and instead of explaining Olivia resorted to pulling him down along with her to get him out of the small pit of violence he had created. “Apology accepted.” she breathed, scooting a bit away from the group of people in front of her.

As he spun around and spotted Olivia, he was both shocked and slightly more apologetic, she certainly didn’t deserve it, having gotten a feel of her kind nature. If he had of known, of course he wouldn’t have pushed back, but he had, and he did truly feel bad. But before he could explain, or say anything further, he was being pulled down and out of the growing crowd around him, trying to come back at him for what he’d done. He fell down, getting a few more small scraps across his arms, before looking up at the growing crowd. He shuffled back slightly with her, getting in the clear a bit more, before he felt he could breath easy again. “Picking himself up off the dusty floor, Elijah patted down his jeans, not having a care for any injury he had sustained in the whole ordeal.

But as he looked down, he spotted red, the sort of dark red that only blood could produce. And at first he assumed it’d come off him and onto the ground, so he hadn’t a worry. But quickly he spotted the cut on Olivia’s arm. “Oh crap, we gotta get you cleaned up” he said, about to offer at his hand for help. Before the crowd seemed to come in behind him, pulling him back by the neck of his shirt. To the edge of the crowd once more, he was pulled back, by a man bigger than him, and bigger than he could punch. He understood that they were fighting against the rulers and Elijah had seemingly disturbed that balance. “Go bother someone else. I accidentally hurt someone, and i’d actually like to help them. So if you want to fight me, i’ll be back in a moment alright Hulk. Relax, go eat a cookie”

He spun away quick, the man loosing grip of him, Elijah slightly worried the man would turn green behind him and come back for more. He hoped not, he wasn’t looking for a fat lip today, last time he got one, his speech was serious impaired. He got back before Olivia, actually getting the chance to offer out his hand to her now, in hopes she’d take his help.

The Fight Within // Elijah & Olivia

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lbeatrizgreene:

Lena was clinging on to the loose pieces of paper she was carrying with her, in retrospect she should have found a bag to put them in, that would have been safer. Not that the pages were some terrible plan or even comprehensible to someone not familiar to the type of technology her father had worked with. But everything about this situation made her incredibly nervous. She’d tried her best to remain locked up inside her house but there were so many people and as idiotic as it may have sounded, that was perhaps her biggest fear. Lena detested crowds more than anything in the world. She wished these people would just give up or resort to some sort of method that might actually work for overthrowing their leaders or whatever their plan actually was. She understood none of it and she wasn’t trying to. 

Doing her best to stay out of the actual crowd, Lena had already managed to fall twice, keeping her eyes closer to the ground than to the people around her. Her eyes shifted up when she heard a smaller portion of the crowd begin to scream at someone, though she only caught the back of his head as soon as his arm went straight to the other man’s jaw, she recognized him. Before she knew what she was doing, Lena stuffed the papers into her back pocket and walked up to him, tugging at his shirt to try and get him away from the other man. “Hey.” Lena tried but her voice was too soft, the word almost a whisper. When he tried knocking her away from him, her pages fell to the ground. 

She hurried to pick them up and crumbled them into her pocket again. “It’s fine. It’s all fine.” Lena said, turning her attention back to him. “I didn’t exactly think you’d want to make this – “ She gestured with her arms at the crowd in front of them. “ – a bigger deal than it already is. Do you want to clean the cuts on your face?” Her voice was quiet, though she spoke with some degree of self assurance it was still exhausting for her to try and carry out a conversation. 

As the papers flew, the degree of guilt rose inside Elijah’s chest. He wasn’t known as the friendliest of people, that’s for sure. He had his many issues with letting people close to him, but that didn’t mean he wanted to hurt someone that didn’t deserve it. And although he had a rule against apologies, she seemed to deserve one, she was just trying to help after all. The crowd raged behind him, seems he’d made more enemies than he’d liked today. “Are you okay? I didn’t-” he took a second, his excuses were no need here, so he left it there.

People tugged at the back of his shirt, biting for a piece of his attention to give him a serve about violence, but right now he wasn’t concerned about dealing with them. In fact Elijah had completely forgotten about the cuts on his face, the blood ever so slowly running down his pale skin. He instinctively rubbed at his face as she spoke, smearing small amounts of blood across his face, not exactly helping his attempted friendly behavior. “It’s okay. Are you hurt?” he put himself at the bottom of the pile for now, his cuts of no need of attention. He wasn’t good with the medical side of things, so cleaning himself up probably wouldn’t end well, but that was of no need to publicize.

They continued to grab at his shirt, as Elijah spun around, they continued to try and grab at the front of his shirt, to drag him in, intimidate him with their numbers. “Cut it out” he attempted to swat their hands off his shirt, his frustration growing again, but he’d have to control it for the sake of his own safety this time. “He got what he deserved, leave it alone. Go back to shouting about nothing” his eyes fire, forcefully removing their hands as they were clearly not going to let him get away that easy. He turned back to the brunette. “Can I help you somewhere or-” he took a second to look around. “I mean it’s pretty hectic out here”

The Fight Within // Elijah & Lena.

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The Fight Within // Elijah & Open

“Watch what you’re doing. Jesus” Elijah called out in anger, as his rage boiled to the brim. It was as if the population of Purgatory at triple, with everyone outside shouting their part. He hadn’t a problem with them saying what they needed to say, and in such an extreme way, it was their choice. But he saw their plan as flawed. Like the residents had all their cards shown, and were just praying that their weaknesses couldn’t be exploited. Elijah could form a better plan, but he couldn’t be bothered with the war between the rulers and the residents. He understood, but participation was never his forte. But as he continued to push through the crowd, shoulders into shoulder, elbows into ribs, hands into backs. He was almost tempted to get involved but not in the way the residence where. He didn’t like to be touched under the best circumstances, but when someone was shoving him in the back, shouting in his ear, the need to fight back was great. The crowd was so thick and dense, part of Elijah wished lightning would strike them all down, just so he could get through.

He neared the edge of the blob that called themselves protesters, and as he did, a massive shove was given to his back. Send Elijah out of the pack, but to the floor instead. His face hitting the hard surface as the rocks dared to cut the skin of his face open with the force. Only a few thankfully did. But as Elijah recovered, pulling himself up from the ground, his chest filled with fire and his eyes snapped back. Only one face from the crowd looked at him apologetically, like they were sorry at all. If it was the first push, Elijah would walk away, but he’d coped it just trying to get here and he wasn’t about to step back without saying something. “Bad move” he said calmly stepping up, but not so calmly raising his fist and swinging it directly into the mans jaw. Now he would step back, but as he did so, he felt someone grab at the back of his shirt. Trying to stop him no doubt, but he was still on a high, and threw his body towards them hard, attempting to knock them off him. Though as he spun around, Elijah felt a twinge of guilt. “Sorry” he said rather softly.

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lbeatrizgreene:

I–It’s kind of what I do. I like…I like giving people back things. Mostly ph–photographs. I like them having things that feel personal here.

Good god an optimist, you’re a rare breed. I don’t know why you’d bother, nobody would do the same for you. But hey, I guess people like photographs.

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oh-livs-peerce:

I had enough of that when I was alive, I really don’t need this now.

Well at least now you’ll get a nice outwardly breeze in your house.

Someone threw a brick through my window

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maggie-fitzgerald:

Those are very deep and inspiring words, yes I highly agree, although that wasn’t the point. What are you trying to get by with?

We’re all just trying to live, one way or another. I’m no different, only I won’t drag other people to get there.

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zoey-burns:

Well I really can’t deal with this right now.

That’s true. Being a bitch is fun, but I’m a hypocrite so I don’t enjoy it when other people are.

Like anyone can.

Well, it’s too bad we don’t always get what we want then huh? Sorry we aren’t all rays of sunshine for you to step on to reach your lollies.

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theduchessofpurgatory:

“All of those names is very different then your apparent personality.” 

No kidding huh? What is your apparent personality then.... Little Miss Judgmental.

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zoey-burns:

Who doesn’t a snappy tone bother? Are you trying to bother me?

Why are you such a bitch?

If I was trying to bother you, I would do better than a snappy tone.

Why not? It’s better than the alternative.

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maggie-fitzgerald:

Rather, Ben would shun you. Look, I’m not trying to cause trouble. I’m just trying to do my job and get through this shift.

Aren’t we all just trying to get by, in one way or another. Through a shift, through a day, a week. Whatever. It’s a kill or be killed kind of world.

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lbeatrizgreene:

Okay. S–Sorry to have bothered you. I’ll just…go see who it belongs to. 

Why? Does it matter to you if that person get it back or not?

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Why does a snappy tone bother you?

I fantastic, oh glorious day, she forgot.

What the hell did I do to get that snappy tone? Actually no, don’t answer that. I can think of a few things myself.

I can’t even remember what I was going to ask you.

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Yep, I also accept Mr. Approachable, Chief friendly, and Master I don’t care. I prefer the latter but whatever you’re feeling.

“Do you also go by Captain Sass, too?”

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It’s not really my style i’m more of a skull guy myself. Better luck next time there.

I – I just…I thought you dropped this.

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Heaven forbid we congregate. God himself would shun us. 

You can keep moving along, that’s what you can help me with. We can’t have too many people stalling and congregating at a time like this, it’s best to keep people moving.

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How disappointing.

Oh… sorry, no. I thought you were someone else.