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[1] [During the mission 'An Awesome Prayer is Conflict With Us']
[PRAYER attacks, people panic. Police Machines go berserk. People Panic. The Evacuation has been hitting several snags and in the process was one kid in particular who didn't look very much like a local and was frantically trying to find his way through the scrambling mass of people trying to get to safety before he ended up tripping and crashing into the ground and whimpering panickedly in what appeared to be Russian of all things.]
-Why is this happening... what did I do to deserve this?!-
[He flinched as he got to his feet, holding the side of his head and looking around in a panic as the sounds of fighting were most definitely audible over the evacuating civvies.]
S..someone? Help... please!
[He's in over his head and has no idea what the hell he's supposed to do here.]
[2] [Some time after the mission.]
[With the PRAYER destroyed and Shaft sealed life slowly begins to return to normal despite several buildings needing repairs. For those who have lost their homes and livelihoods, the city is providing for them with food and shelter. As you pass by one such place though...]
Look... we're just five people away from the front, can't you guys wait a little?
"Out of the way you filthy gaijin punk! This food is for people that actually live in this city, not some worthless runt like you!"
[It seemed that there was a smaller kid being hassled by a group of local teenagers who were trying to force him out of the line. He was shoved jabbed and insulted but merely had a look on his face that this was clearly nothing new to him and he just sighed.]
Thirty three...
"Are you listening to me you little white haired freak?! I said out of the way!"
Fourteen...
"The hell are you even counting for?!"
Just about the number of braincells you probably have right now. I'd say you're on the level of a concussed goldfish right about now. and starting to go to comatose pebble.
"KISAMAAAAA!" * (Translator's note: Kisama means Yatsu)
[And he's picked up by his collar very easily, punched in the stomach and shoved into a garbage can with a crash. He barely manages to keep from falling over and looks at the line and- it had just tripled in size. And his new 'friends' were laughing and making vulgar gestures at him and telling him to take his filthy foreign garbage ass to the back of the line. It was at this point he heroically... chose to fall backwards into the pile of trash that had spilled out with his impact to its container and not bother to get up. He ignores the insistent growl of his stomach as he sighs.]
-Now all it needs is rain and it'd be another perfect day.-
[He grumbles bitterly and sadly as he looks up at the sky.]
[PRAYER attacks, people panic. Police Machines go berserk. People Panic. The Evacuation has been hitting several snags and in the process was one kid in particular who didn't look very much like a local and was frantically trying to find his way through the scrambling mass of people trying to get to safety before he ended up tripping and crashing into the ground and whimpering panickedly in what appeared to be Russian of all things.]
-Why is this happening... what did I do to deserve this?!-
[He flinched as he got to his feet, holding the side of his head and looking around in a panic as the sounds of fighting were most definitely audible over the evacuating civvies.]
S..someone? Help... please!
[He's in over his head and has no idea what the hell he's supposed to do here.]
[2] [Some time after the mission.]
[With the PRAYER destroyed and Shaft sealed life slowly begins to return to normal despite several buildings needing repairs. For those who have lost their homes and livelihoods, the city is providing for them with food and shelter. As you pass by one such place though...]
Look... we're just five people away from the front, can't you guys wait a little?
"Out of the way you filthy gaijin punk! This food is for people that actually live in this city, not some worthless runt like you!"
[It seemed that there was a smaller kid being hassled by a group of local teenagers who were trying to force him out of the line. He was shoved jabbed and insulted but merely had a look on his face that this was clearly nothing new to him and he just sighed.]
Thirty three...
"Are you listening to me you little white haired freak?! I said out of the way!"
Fourteen...
"The hell are you even counting for?!"
Just about the number of braincells you probably have right now. I'd say you're on the level of a concussed goldfish right about now. and starting to go to comatose pebble.
"KISAMAAAAA!" * (Translator's note: Kisama means Yatsu)
[And he's picked up by his collar very easily, punched in the stomach and shoved into a garbage can with a crash. He barely manages to keep from falling over and looks at the line and- it had just tripled in size. And his new 'friends' were laughing and making vulgar gestures at him and telling him to take his filthy foreign garbage ass to the back of the line. It was at this point he heroically... chose to fall backwards into the pile of trash that had spilled out with his impact to its container and not bother to get up. He ignores the insistent growl of his stomach as he sighs.]
-Now all it needs is rain and it'd be another perfect day.-
[He grumbles bitterly and sadly as he looks up at the sky.]
From:
2
[A foreign woman has arrived, carrying a messenger bag.]
Bullying...isn't nice.
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Re: 2
[Volya blinked... there was something about this new person that made the quip he was about to mutter die on his tongue.]
From:
Re: 2
There's enough for everyone, so just leave the kid alone and let him get his share.
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no subject
[Well this has Volya lower his head. This wasn't going well was it?]
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And I'm just a visitor. Did your parents teach you to be this cruel to people who need help?
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[Volya rolls his eyes at this though and is unable to keep himself from shooting back.]
Riiight, your parents went 'Help the needy except for filthy foreigners.' What great values...
"Shut up or I'll give you a black eye next!!!"
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Come on kid, there's probably another station we can get you set up at. I've got some food in my car, if not.
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no subject
[Volya's going to follow Sara anxiously, completely ignoring the jeering from the thugs.]
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[She digs a sandwich out of her bag, and hands it to Volya.]
Eat up.
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's good! What was in it?
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[The pair keep walking towards some other place where people are handing out food.]
Say, what's your name? I'm Sarah.
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[He says it with an easygoing grin. Not exactly knowing the can of worms he's just opened up.]
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...Seriously?
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[He looks a little anxious now.]
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...You're younger than I thought you'd be...
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[Volya takes a moment to process this. Then things start to fall into place like dominoes as complete and utter terror flashes over his face. Not exactly the face of something threatening, one can say that.]
No...nononononodon'twanttodie!
[Aaand hyperventilating. NOPE! Too much to deal with, he's going to scram!]
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[Nope, too late, he's gone. She doesn't give chase.]
Well...Damn.
It's probably better this way, though...