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forgotten_titan) wrote2011-11-28 03:18 am
forgotten_titan) wrote2011-11-28 03:18 am
Memory 002: I regret...
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Waking up to an apocalyptic world is never the best thing to wake up to. Especially when she gets the nagging feeling that she's seen something like this before. The first day had not been too bad though; she'd just been wandering around town trying to look for friends or the Titans, or even her housemate, Sniper. She could worry about why this whole scene seemed familiar to her later. Right now, it was more important that she made sure everyone else was alright.
However with the coming of the second day people might see Tara running as she's being chased by three of the crazy cannibals. She's doing an alright job out-running them so far, but she has limits to her stamina. The small sack of things that she's managed to scavenge from around is also weighing her down; coupled with the fact that she hasn't eaten properly in nearly a whole day, it's more than a dead weight. The nagging feeling from yesterday has now manifested itself as a pounding headache too, and that's not helping her concentration.
She needs help, and fast.
Waking up to an apocalyptic world is never the best thing to wake up to. Especially when she gets the nagging feeling that she's seen something like this before. The first day had not been too bad though; she'd just been wandering around town trying to look for friends or the Titans, or even her housemate, Sniper. She could worry about why this whole scene seemed familiar to her later. Right now, it was more important that she made sure everyone else was alright.
However with the coming of the second day people might see Tara running as she's being chased by three of the crazy cannibals. She's doing an alright job out-running them so far, but she has limits to her stamina. The small sack of things that she's managed to scavenge from around is also weighing her down; coupled with the fact that she hasn't eaten properly in nearly a whole day, it's more than a dead weight. The nagging feeling from yesterday has now manifested itself as a pounding headache too, and that's not helping her concentration.
She needs help, and fast.
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[Beast Boy turns away stiffly.]
If I have to get killed here, I'd rather it be doing my job as a hero. It just gets reset anyway, right?
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(She slumps against the broken wall.)
I shouldn't have yelled at you, I'm sorry. You were just doing your job.
That's what I heard, but...I don't know whether it's true or not.
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[He doesn't specify for what. But that's probably all Terra's getting out of him for now.]
If I've got an infinite number of lives, I can spend one making sure you're OK. C'mon. Let's get going.
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(She gets up and dusts her shorts)
Where are you going from here? Do you need a place to stay? My house has got a pretty good basement; my "dad" here in Mayfield has some friends who can make crazy robots. It's pretty safe.
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Yeah well...take care of yourself, ok?
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[He'll offer a hand, but it's fine with him if she doesn't take it.]
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Sure. Thanks Beastboy.
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[And away they skip into the sunset. ...Or, well, away they flee from marauding cannibals in an apocalyptic wasteland into the sunset.]