#brentwalker

Send “I did a bad thing.” For my character’s reaction to yours coming to them with blood on their hands.

"I did a bad thing…"

The voice drew Mila out of her thoughts and she looked up at the doorway of her tiny room.  Brent stood silhouetted in the doorframe - who else did she know with a mohawk like that? - and she smiled a bit, confused.

"Brent?  I don’t understand.  What do you mean you did a bad thing?"  Setting her composition notebook aside, she got up and walked over to him.  That’s when the smell hit her.  It was faint but definitely the smell of blood.  "Oh god, Brent…  What happened?!"  She knew that the jobs he did weren’t exactly the safest or even the most legal thing out there but this…  what could have happened?

Quickly, she pulled him into the little bathroom next to her room, turning on the sink and shoving his hands under the water.  She had to make sure he wasn’t hurt…  If Brent was hurt, well, what was she going to do?  What was Fetch going to do?

As the bloody water spiraled down the drain, Mila let out a soft sigh of relief to see that his hands were unharmed.  Even if it meant that someone else had gotten hurt, at least everyone in her new, little family was still safe.

"It…  It’ll be okay, Brent…  I’m sure you did what you had to…"  She tried to give him a small, reassuring smile but she felt her lips quivering, so she stopped.  It would be better not to cry in front of Brent.  That would only make him worry about her and he didn’t need to do that right now.

It was raining and Mila silently cursed herself for not bringing an umbrella with her.  She had figured by now she would have… well, she didn’t really know, actually.  It had been a stupid, terrified, spur-of-the-moment decision to leave home and she had only grabbed a few things.  Two sets of extra clothes, toiletries and some food were all she had stuffed in her backpack before writing her goodbye letter to her parents.

Thinking about them made her chest hurt and she tried her hardest not to cry, to force down those feelings because she couldn’t bear to lose control over her emotions again.  Losing control is what put her in this situation to begin with.  The DUP was probably looking for her and if she didn’t find a place to hide soon, she’d end up dead from pneumonia or some other bullshit.

Mila hurried down the sidewalk, pausing under an overhang to get a brief respite from the rain.  Maybe she could sleep here…  The thought made her want to cry again and she sighed, sitting down on the ground and wrapping her arms around herself in an attempt to stay warm.

Your character has just discovered my character’s journal/diary. Leave a ☱ in my askbox for an entry that’s about you.

               I don’t even know…      I don’t know what day it is, or where I am in Seattle. I woke up… I don’t know, a     couple days ago, in this ratty hotel; I haven’t dared to sleep or venture out, so     I only know by looking out the window what time of day it is and that I’m still in     Seattle. All I remember from before the episode was Brent.

     We were laughing, about what I don’t know. There were drinks involved, and     then things get hazy… smoky and distorted and I remember hitting a mirror, I     see the shattered pieces rain past me, and I think that God am I fucked. I just     hope Brent is alright, because he doesn’t deserve an end like Infamous, not     after he was nearly lost the first time… and I don’t want Fetch to hate me for      killing him.

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                                AND ALL THE DEVILS ARE HERE ;

              purge night. it's only just begun and already abigail hears               screaming and gunshots. it hardly phases her now. six years               of this, and each year her and her brother go out to kill. it's               their right, after all. living on the streets was hard, but the               purge is able to help them. the two take money from the               people they killed - and finally they're able to treat themselves               to a good meal and save up the rest for other essentials. it               was how they have been able to survive on their own. they               left home only a couple years ago. it was hard to live under               a roof with two parents who didn't care about their own children.               having to be on their own during the purge was scary at first,               but now they own the streets.

              at sixteen, abigail has killed innocent people and taken their               money. this wasn't wrong, though. technically, she and brent               have the right to do this. all crime is legal for twelve hours               once a year, after all. most people would expect a child like               her to be inside during the purge, fearing for her life. no, she's               not weak like them. her and brent walk these streets as if they               own everything. the two have each other's backs; brent having               to watch her back every single day. she's a small girl living on               the streets, making her an easy target. the purge has helped               her learn to take care of herself, though.

              but she doesn't ever want to have to go through this night alone.

              the small girls runs over to her older brother, a gun in her hand.               her dark pink hair is pulled back into a bun, a jacket hugging her               small body. deep brown eyes look up at brent. just looking into               them makes it obvious that she's been through some pretty               serious shit, but she pretends like it doesn't bother her. after all,               all she and brent have done helped them survive out here.