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Post by Serenity Sage on Sept 17, 2017 19:59:34 GMT -8
Making a soft noise at the soft but heavy kick to her side, Red popped her eyes open. It was Xarl. He was her alarm clock here. Sitting up, she rubbed the last traces of sleep from her eyes and wearily pulled herself out of the bed for the night, a few sacks of old Corellian potatoes...rotting.
At least they were soft.
The day looked like any other, and promised to be much less the same as any other since she arrived here on Nar Shaddaa, yet there was a fleeting sensation in her gut, like a sense of hope. She was eleven years old, of a race that looked human save for her red tinted complexion, and old enough not to give much thought to hope.
Life was challenging enough without hoping for changes.
That evening, she was at the far end of the city from where she woke up, and as she watched the sun set, the sky awash with shades of flame and blood, she felt that gut feeling again. She didn't know what to make of that.
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Post by Eliana Shan on Sept 17, 2017 23:29:41 GMT -8
Nar Shaddaa. The Smuggler's Moon.
This sprawling ecumenopolis was home to some of the best and the worst that Hutt Space had to offer, and that was saying a lot. The good sections of the world-wide city were bad, and the bad ones were even worse. This was not a place where any sane, rational being with any other options would have willingly chosen to call home. Yet, for those without anywhere else, it was a welcoming den in its own way. There was always room for another being somewhere.. it was just a matter of finding where that niche was.
As paradoxically welcoming and uninviting as it was, one woman in particular had chosen to start calling it home. She was sane, and she was rational.. but she knew that this was the best place for her to stay for the next few years. She wasn't on the run from any government, but even so, what better to place to hide than where the authorities had no real authority at all? The only thing that mattered here was money.. money and favours. She had made it her goal to gather as much of each as possible.
Getting money wasn't as much of a problem for her as it was for others here. She had programs running in the makeshift lair she had set up that would take care of that. It was an easy enough task to slice into random accounts and shave a fraction of a credit off of each: she was specifically targeting those whose wealth would allow such a transaction to go unnoticed, and she was making sure not to do too much at one time. She had several years to fill here, and there was no need to get impatient and rush things at the risk of getting caught.
Favours, on the other hand.. that required actual interaction. So it was that she walked the streets, keeping her eyes peeled behind the newfound safety of her visor. The orange strip visor ran over her eyes, tingeing her higher freckles and crystal blue gaze to any outside observer; at the moment, she kept her dark blue hair loosely pulled back into a short ponytail, though she wasn't entirely sold on the style as a permanent thing. A black sleeveless jacket lay over an unassuming grey top, and black pants and boots adorned her lower half. She was trying to stay low-profile, and though this was but the start of her journey, she had no doubt that she would soon come into her own.
As the sun set in the west, she turned her gaze to the east, toward the planet Nal Hutta. The moon was tidally locked to the Hutt's new homeworld, meaning that wherever the planet was in the moon's sky, it was there to stay, neither setting nor falling. Mentally, she made a note to explore the various angles from which Nal Hutta could be viewed.. but that could obviously be taken care of later. A smile graced her lips as she continued on her path, stepping into a relatively clear spot of the crowd, eyes constantly surveying her surroundings. A Jedi would have had an easier time finding people in need here -- not that there was any shortage of that -- but the orange strip visor across her eyes blocked all incoming and outgoing Force senses. She was isolated from the ever-present energy field, and she was perfectly okay with that: it was the only way she was able to leave her lab on Myrkr, after all.
On a whim, she took a turn into one of the many supply stores littered across the moon's sprawling cityscape. A few minutes later and a few credits shorter, she emerged with a bag of a few assorted food items, looking around before walking over towards an alleyway corner and sitting down with her back against a wall and her knees up. She reached into the bag and pulled out an apple, glancing it over before leaning her head back and staring out across the masses of people, the fruit still glistening whole in her hand.
She wasn't entirely sure what would happen, or when, but she had her hopes. And if they didn't pan out, well.. hope was always around the next corner.
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Post by Serenity Sage on Sept 18, 2017 15:36:25 GMT -8
Her stomach growled so loudly, a passing being paused and looked at her, and she did her best not to look back. Eventually they left, and she got up from her perch at the edge of a building canopy. The day's work, which entailed her digging through piles of scrap for anything remotely of value, to be sold to dealers who could be found anywhere, seldom bore much fruit, and usually earned her bare pittons with which she might use to purchase some food. If she was lucky, she would get enough to buy a simple meal of rations. If not, she had better hope she could stomach rotting Corellian potatoes. There was one time she had found an Ugly, buries under piles of junk and garbage. It looked like an abandoned project by some industrious mechanic. They had already done most of the work, and she simply finished what little was left to complete it.
The moment it turned on, six different scrappers, beggars and dealers were on it, nearly throwing her off the platform in the fight to claim it as their own or salvage it.
She had since grown more cautious. Recently she had found another Ugly, but instead of trying to restore it or complete the work needed to make it flightworthy, she had taken to stripping it down of its parts to sell. Slowly, bit by bit. Unfortunately, today was a bad day for her. Korbin had found it, and was now having his gang help him take it apart in one go. Which was why she was going hungry today. Digging through new sites didn't produce anything worthwhile. One credit. That was literally all she managed today. There was that strange hilt that she'd possessed since she was a toddler. She could trade it for something. But she decided to hold on to it a while more.
The growls came again, and she was passing a woman with blue hair and an orange strip visor, holding apple. So shiny and red, like her. She wondered if the lady would abandon it after eating only part of it. That would sustain her quite a while. Or would she be willing to cut a slice if she gave her her one credit? She refrained from approaching her, due to the realization that she smelled like a combination of spoilt Corellian potatoes, garbage and starship fuel. She was probably flamable too at this point. But what she hadn't stopped was stare at the fruit like it was a holy deity come to save her.
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Post by Corr on Sept 20, 2017 14:38:37 GMT -8
He was a simple man...
Striding down the glittering walkways, doing his best to ignore the hawkers and street-rats, he couldn't help but smile slightly at the thought. His intimidating size and armoured form allowed for him to cut straight through the throbbing streets, even the stupid and inebriated wise enough to give the Mandalorian a wide berth.
The excessively garish illuminations that adorned the casino's and watering holes of Nar Shaddaa's Corellian Sector really stamped home the fact that such opulent settings were not to his tastes, the culture of gluttony and wanton luxury at odds with his stoic nature and fundamental way of life. Indeed, he often found himself shaking his head in amazement at the near-criminal level of idiocy some of these fluffed-up butterflies could get up to, throwing away thousands of creds on the most frivolous of things. Pleasure of the flesh, chemical happiness and the thrill of the bet were three of many vices that could be found up here on level 88, the billboards and speakers adding sales pitches to the steady thrum of activity.
The big man slowed his pace as he neared the far end of the street, the distinctive T-Shape of his helmet turning left and right as he attempted to get his bearings. He had reached the edges of the entertainment strip of the Corellian Sector where the casinos and pleasure dens gave way to the warehouses and workshops that ringed the area. Several more meters brought him to a side street which he cut down towards his goal, gaze now studying the names of the establishments that lined him to either side. Finally he spotted the place he wanted, a workshop named Boon and Joots, dilapidated to the point of being unsafe with an alley running down the right-hand side. There was a small girl in the alley staring at something he could not see from this angle. Poor creature looked like she had slept in one of the repulsor trucks that collected the garbage from the streets.
With all the frivolous spending going on back in along the strip it irked him that this poor child should struggle so. His teeth ground together at the injustice of it, that those pompous clowns could have it so easy while the innocent were trodden under their fat feet.
He had just begun to dig around under his armour for a few creds to give the girl when the door to Boon and Joots clanged open to reveal a quarrelsome-looking Devaronian with half a horn missing and a scar up the right side of his face. With a disgusting gargle of sound the humanoid spat into the street, turning his head to spot the small girl loitering near the mouth of the alley.
=Devarionian=
"Oi! We'll have no begging scum around here! Get lost, sleemo poy...
With a nasty snarl the Devaronian aimed a kick at the girl, swinging his leg savagely towards her back...
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Post by Eliana Shan on Sept 21, 2017 12:47:02 GMT -8
The attention cast her way -- or rather, toward what she was holding -- did not go unnoticed.
Bingo.
She managed to keep her joy off her face until she actually turned her gaze toward the staring girl, making what would have been eye contact had the red-skinned humanoid been looking at her properly. Her lips pulled upward into a soft smile, and she held the apple out towards her, an offering of kindness. It was her lucky day, that she had been able to garner attention so quickly; and it was the girl's lucky day, too, for she would soon be fed what must have seemed a heavenly meal.
It didn't take long for her luck to change. An angry-looking Devaronian had emerged from a nearby shop, and it didn't take a genius to realize that aggression would soon ensue. Her whole body tensed, and her mind raced.
The blue-haired woman was no stranger to combat. Her recent years had taught her much, and she knew how to use the environment around her to her advantage. Knowing that her current combat capabilities were limited by her distance from the aggressor, she chose to use the only thing she had in her immediate arsenal: she pulled her hand back and, while his kick was connecting, threw the apple as hard as she could at the humanoid's face. His planted foot and his stance would make it difficult to dodge, and at the very least it would serve as a decent distraction to get his mind off the innocent girl and onto her.
Hoping that her action gave her the few moments she needed, she shifted her weight and leapt to her feet, taking a step forward and readying herself for the inevitable. Still..
"Back off," she said, in as stern a voice as she could muster.
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Post by Serenity Sage on Sept 21, 2017 15:33:06 GMT -8
She would have looked up when she felt eyes on her, but the temptation of the fruit was too much, and her hunger much too acute at this point, that it did not completely sink in for her that the apple was actually being offered to her. She had already started reaching out, her lips parting slightly in anticipation of the taste. She had only had an apple once in her life, but the delicious flavour left a strong memory in her mind, and she could only imagine what one as shiny and red as this would taste like. Her belly rumbled like an angry nexu. But the moment was quickly over. She suddenly felt a surge in her body, and a sick feeling in her gut, like something bad was about to happen, and she knew she was right as soon as she heard the angry Devaronian's words.
Her flight or fight reflex was mostly do neither. As the adrenaline rushed to her brain, her body stiffened as she partially turned towards her attacker, and for an instant, saw things like they were moving a little slower, though nothing was going to save her from the pain of that heavy kick. His sole connected with her left flank, and she couldn't even cry out as the wind got knocked out of her, and she was curling up even before she landed on the dirty floor, nearly three feet from where she had been standing. Wheezing weakly, she looked up, more shocked than hurt at the immediate moment. There was a large man in armour and a very attractive helmet standing nearby, and the woman who had been offering her the apple had now thrown it at the Devaronian, much to Red's dismay.
It was the shiniest apple she had ever seen. Shielded now by the visored blue haired lady, Red watched with apprehension at the scene unfolding before her. And, as the adrenaline was wearing off somewhat, the pain began to set in, and she felt a few tears escaping her eyes, and breathing was a little hard at the moment. Why was the Devaronian so angry? What had she done to offend him? She also kept a watch on the armoured man. She had a strange feeling that his attention was on them all too.
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Post by Corr on Sept 21, 2017 16:36:11 GMT -8
Fumbling in his pockets for some spare change, the big Mandalorian didn't notice the disturbance going on at the mouth of the alleyway. He never carried credits anymore, everything so much handier with a simple transfer via digital accounts. He had everything set up through his visors display, able to wire money to numerous accounts literally at the blink of an eye. It was a fast and secure system, unfortunately of no use to someone like the girl. So it was he fumbled in the various pouches and pockets, sorting through the ammo and grenades that were the standard fare of a Mandalorian, oblivious to the confrontation shaping up over yonder...
The apple thumped off of the Devaronians forehead with a slightly wet crack, the pristine skin of the apple rupturing to allow some of the juicy insides to splatter on the bridge of the humanoids nose. Having struck him just as his kick at connected, the impact made him stagger back a couple of steps. A growl rumbled in his throat as he swept his hand across his face to remove the juices, beady eyes narrowing at the woman who challenged him.
The Devaronian was not one to take such trifling in his affairs, especially from some jumped-up cyberchick. He made a living off of intimidation and assault, working with several other denizens of the Corellian Sector under the employ of one Valus Jaxter, something of an mob boss and information broker around these parts. The Devaronian and several other had just finished up running their collections in the area, Boon and Joots being the last stop on their rounds.
=Devaronian=
"Really, girl...?"
His voice wasn't particularly aggressive this time, the heavy amusement adding a mocking lilt to it. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a rag, hand brushing past the blaster there with the intention of making sure it was free of his baggy jacket, and managed to get the apple juice that the hand had missed. Finishing with the task he allowed his gaze to roam over the woman with the visor, a slight leer twisting his features.
=Devaronian=
"Perhaps you wanna rethink this being a hero thing. I know a man who can offer you... rewarding employment."
His tongue licked out over pointed teeth, the suggestive look leaving no doubt that his intentions were less than honourable.
Letting the rag drop to the floor he straightened, right hand dropping back onto the hilt of the blaster pistol while his left reached out to take hold of the woman's jacket...
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Post by Eliana Shan on Sept 22, 2017 23:56:14 GMT -8
Her eyebrows shot up at the mention of rewarding employment in an expression of genuine interest, her eyes sparkling with the same. Still, her left hand reached up to grab at the Devaronian's left wrist and push it away slightly. It was a position that would put her at a disadvantage, and she seemed not to realize that.
"Ah-ah-ah," she said, her voice conveying all the elements of "look but don't touch." She turned her head slightly, her crystalline blue eyes gazing up at him over the edge of her visor, a playful smirk now gracing her features. "How much we talkin'?"
Clearly, the prospect of money was worth more than that of being a hero..
..except it wasn't. This being had chosen to extend an offer, which meant that -- for the moment at least -- he could be stalled and spoken to. Her grip on his wrist was nowhere near powerful enough to actually hold him, but she didn't need to; rather, she wanted to appear weak in this instance. The fact that she was pushing his arm away at an angle while he was reaching forward would be enough to keep him from grabbing her, and her repositioning gave her a better view of his blaster. Yes, it opened up her side to a hit.. but she had a contingency plan if he chose to shoot her anyway.
Besides, if money was his motivator, then perhaps she could offer him more to turn and walk away.
She was taking risks here, and she was fully aware of it. But she kept that off her face, giving the Devaronian what he wanted to see instead.. and playing a game with him at the same time.
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Post by Corr on Sept 23, 2017 9:08:21 GMT -8
As his hand was pushed gently away the toothy grin grew even wider, her playful manner certainly something that allowed for further investigation. His other hand moved like a snake, seeking to encircle her waist as he slid forward a step, bringing his body right up against hers in a sleazily intimate manner. Chin tucked nearly to his chest he grinned down at her, the malicious glint in his eyes promising nothing good from any such proposition.
=Devaronian=
"Oh I dunno, sweetie. Why don't you come inside and we'll discuss it..."
His right arm made to tighten around her waist as if to pull her along with him towards the door to Boon and Joots a mere five meters away...
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Post by Serenity Sage on Sept 23, 2017 15:19:15 GMT -8
She was forgotten in the midst of it all. The angry Devaronian, the strange blue haired, orange visored woman, and the armoured man (she really liked that helmet), were all engrossed in their own things. It was perfectly all right with her. She was having a hard enough time gathering herself in any case. As they continued their conversation, she slowly let her eyes wander, searching for the apple. And more importantly, the bag the woman left behind. Normally she wouldn't even dare to steal a bag let alone peek through its contents without consent. Mostly it was due to her poor escape capabilities, and the fact her severe malnourished and diminutive state proved that most sentients could easily catch her and she would normally take a beating or worse. But right now, her hunger was overriding her better senses. Since they were so busy with each other, and that apple, dented now, was still more or less edible, she made her move.
She painfully got to her feet, pushing herself up with her hands, then she slowly reached out to grasp the apple. Once she had it, eyes still on the two close to her, she quietly made her way to the bag, and found more food within. It was a dream come true, she grabbed out of it anything that would fit into her tiny arms. Hugging the edibles to her chest, she made as if to move, but froze.
Part of her wanted to bolt down the opposite direction from the people, along the alley way, where she could disappear, but instead, she stayed where she was. There was a sense of guilt to her act, though her need for nourishment also pushed her to this act, but she wanted to pay for it. The one credit she had, she dropped into the bag, and then she bit into a Jawa special gizka kebab. The taste was secondary to having her fill. With the food partly in her mouth she looked up nervously, already anticipating more pain. She really ought to flee, but she couldn't bring herself to do so. She made her choice, and now she would wait and see the outcome of this brash act on her part.
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Post by Eliana Shan on Oct 15, 2017 20:10:50 GMT -8
So, he had taken the bait. That was good for both girls present: good for her in that she wasn't getting shot, and good for the red-skinned youth in that she had the time to pilfer the bag of food. This was fine, of course; most of it had been intended as an offering anyway.
As he snaked his hand around her, she lowered her own to intertwine her fingers with his. She cocked her head to the side and looked up at him in a playful sidelong glance.
"Sounds fun, but.." She pouted slightly before continuing. "..you can't even give me a ballpark figure here?"
She felt his other arm make contact with her again, and once more she placed her left hand at his wrist to push at it gently.. and then stepped away from the touch, pivoting around while still holding his right hand with hers. When she stopped, she was at his right side and slightly in front of him, her body facing behind him while she kept her gaze locked on his.
The pout continued for a second more before one corner of her lips turned upward in a coy smirk.
"A girl's gotta know what she's worth, don't you think..?"
The stall tactic was working. The longer she kept this up, the better.. and, as an added precaution, she made sure to keep her fingers as naturally interlocked with his as she could. If his blaster hand was otherwise occupied, it would take that much longer to draw..
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Post by Corr on Oct 16, 2017 14:43:47 GMT -8
His eyes narrowed suddenly as she twisted away, the easy and playful expression vanishing in an instant. Replacing it was the hard, implacable glare of a seasoned thug. A ruthless operator who wasn't accustomed to taking shit. His right hand tightened on hers where she had intertwined their fingers, hard enough to cause discomfort, possibly pain, and he pulled suddenly so as to drag her back into bodily contact. His leer now had greater threat and menace about it as his voice took on a snarling undertone.
=Devaronian=
"Surely your life is worth shutting that pretty mouth of yours."
The grin was gone now completely, lip twisted in contempt.
=Devaronian=
"Perhaps I will take this little one instead. They can be better house trained at that age..."
His flat gaze flickered to the small girl rummaging through the bag before returning to the woman he had hold of. When he spoke it was directed to the urchin, voice dripping false honey, ignoring the fact that he had ruthlessly kicked her a minute ago.
=Devaronian=
"What about it, child? I can see to it that you are fed and clothed."
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Post by Serenity Sage on Oct 19, 2017 10:16:36 GMT -8
The opportunity to sate her hunger with proper food was too great a temptation, and she was unable to stop herself at this point. She ate hungrily, and quickly. The fear that it would be taken away at any moment, and the price that would be extracted...well, Red had no thoughts about it at this point. This was the first time in a long while since she had anything this good to eat. Actually, she likely had never tasted anything this heavenly before. then again, it was likely hunger talking. With the two of them so fixated on each other, she was seemingly forgotten, but it was not to last.
She felt a cold dread fill her and the hair on the back of her neck began to rise as she felt the Devaronian's attention upon her. And as he spoke, she just had a horrible feeling in her gut, which ruined any appetite she'd had moments ago. Somehow, she had the distinct impression her survival meant saying no. Plus, there was the fact he had only moments ago caused her bodily harm.
Forgetting the food, she slowly rose from her crouched position by the bag of food, and she took a step backwards. She would run if he made any attempt to grab her, but he had much longer legs than her. Still, she had to try. Eyes locked on his, she shook her head, “No.” said the girl.
She had a bad feeling about this.
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Post by Eliana Shan on Nov 14, 2017 8:54:52 GMT -8
Well then.
She winced slightly as the humanoid's grip tightened on her hand, stumbling slightly as he pulled her toward him again. It was readily apparent that she wasn't going to break free very easily; she knew she was at a physical disadvantage here. Still.. there was something to be said for determination and smaller size.
She hoped that would play out properly, at least. This was her first such altercation without her old armour..
"I think she can do better than hut'uunla chakaare who bully the less fortunate for the simple crime of existing."
Her voice had lost all of its playfulness, betraying none of the pain from his tight grip. Despite her disgust with the Devaronian, she actually welcomed the closer contact: in such close quarters, he would lack the proper leverage to use his superior strength in fisticuffs.. at least for the moment. The extra contact also let her feel when he was getting ready to move, giving her that extra moment's notice should she be required to act..
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Post by Corr on Nov 16, 2017 16:27:15 GMT -8
The Devaronian maintained his grip upon the girl as he barked out a short laugh followed by a snort of amusement. His eyes glinted malevolently as he once again leered at her, his breath fouling her cheek with its tabaac-ridden scent.
=Devaronian=
"I don't know what that means, kid, but it sounds insulting. Maybe you need some manners beat into you?"
He began to raise his hand just as the Mandalorian abandoned his search for a credit coin as a futile endeavor, head coming up to take stock of the scene ahead of him.
He had been out of hearing range of the conversation and was therefore a bit startled to see such a picture, the natural instinct of a warrior allowing him to analyse the situation in barely a part of a moment. The cowering child, the tensed and ready woman, the nasty and threatening Devaronian, it wasn't difficult to run the numbers.
He took two steps forward as his voice issued from the menacing visor, a metallic drawl that was even and moderate yet absolutely reeked of threat.
Not very polite, ner tat...
He spread his arms wide as he stopped, a conciliatory gesture that was laughably insincere. The helmet tilted a little to the left and the focus seemed to shift slightly to the woman.
Doesn't seem worth the trouble.
The Devaronian paused with his hand raised, eyeing up the newcomer warily. With slow deliberation he lowered his hand until it found purchase on the girls shoulder, carefully drawing her around so she was between him and the armoured figure. When he spoke his voice was tight and there was caution laced underneath the scorn. One did not simple be tart to a Mandalorian after all.
=Devaronian=
"She's not trouble, friend. I suggest you mind your own business and be on your way."
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Post by Serenity Sage on Jan 2, 2018 10:21:19 GMT -8
With eyes wide, and terror gluing her to the spot, the tiny crimson-skinned girl could only watch as her inevitable doom, the upraised fist about to cave her face in if she couldn't even move a little to get out of the way of that. He thought he'd just beat manners into her, not that she found herself lacking by refusing his offer to give her a supposedly better life, after he'd kicked her so hard. Nevertheless, beating her was probably going to end her; she wasn't too sure of her durability against a full grown Devaronian of his size and build.
Her eyes then grew to the size of Acklay eggs when she heard an armoured man speak, addressing the Devaronian. She'd never experienced good fortune like this in her life before. First a woman with lots of food, and she still would have to repay her somehow, because she'd helped herself to some more, and the evidence was in her hands. And she'd stood up for her too, against this Devaronian, and now, this armoured man. He moved her to stand behind him. When he touched her shoulder, she only responded by looking up at him, craning her neck, but otherwise was relatively compliant.
She wasn't used to good fortune or people coming to her rescue, so she decided not to get used to it. Plus, she really wasn't quite sure where it was all going, and furthermore, the Devaronian wasn't intimidated in the least. She reached out tentatively to clutch at the nearest hand of the armoured man, holding on to his wrist, and looking around him at the Devaronian. Casting a worried look towards the woman with the blue hair, she blinked helplessly, and wondered what she could say, or what to do.
Chances were, someone wasn't going to walk away from this unscathed. She was fairly certain that someone would be her.
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