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-I stop sal and motion Taylor to go ahead- You understand we might die...
Sal.... -I whisper-
This. -I toss her the pack and head back the hall.- Sal. Taylor. Come on.
-I put my hand on the blade-
Not sure yet -I lie, my intentions are to pull the blades out of my waist band of this weird dress-
-I undo the sliding bolt- Quickly. We are leaving this place.
(I needed an excuse to do something. Your not bleeding Fox just thinks you are) -i stand up shakily-
-I walk over the door- Who is it?
-I groan and look at taylor.- Sals bleeding. We need to stop this NOW
(no knock on the door)
This isn't off topic
(... Damn this sucks) -I watch sal silently. Forcing myself not to cry-
-I smile and hand to him knowing not to argue- (Taylor you should come with us)
(his sister just called me crying.... Now I'm crying FTW. Third person this year. My kindergarden buddy died of cancer two months ago and a junior...
-I open my pack and shove about ten cans in- There's five left...
(a senior at my school just died from ODing)
-I bury my head in my hands. Too afriadto watch-
We need all canned food we can carry.... -I head to the kitchen-
-I shrug and throw one of the heavy packs at him- The guards are pretty dumb. Maybe they'll over look it
-I whisper under my breath- Sal I love you.... (check 6 Roleplay.... Sal...)