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[curiously]

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[hopesong]

She did. Said she'd never seen anything like it before. [Though if she thinks about it, that meant that it hadn't been around the "year" before she'd shown up. Not that correlation is causation, but it does make her wonder.]

[curiously]

[ a pause as more thoughts come to mind, but they're cut short the moment glass shatters against her skull. pink mist begins to materialize in the air as zarina's face and camera slams onto the dirt, only taking in the pain that begins to beat on the back of her head that's accompanied by blood slowly dripping down through brown hair.

it takes a few seconds for her to start coughing when the familiar scent of gas begins to fog up her mind; the clown. ]

[hopesong]

[The moment the glass shatters, before the mist even materializes, Kate knows who it is. And then the sharp chemical smell invades her nose, and everything in her screams to bolt.

And she would, if Zarina weren't here. If she weren't bleeding from the skull and coughing up the anesthetic that burns both their lungs. Kate grabs Zarina's arm and pulls hard, eyes burning as she does her best to pull her away from the Clown, away from the flower, because she doesn't even want to think about what he'd do to the pair of them in this place once caught.]

[curiously]

[ grabbing hold of broken down concrete walls as though to stabilize herself before realizing the grip holding onto her is kate. eyes stinging from the toxins in the air while pain engulfs part of her head — the horrific, terrible laugh that sounds as though it were drowning — forces zarina to run blind, letting kate lead the way out of their immediate area and then, hopefully, back to the campfire.

she can always gather supplies later. for now, they need to live. they need to dodge incoming vials of hallucinogens that makes zarina want to fall on the ground and not move. ]

[hopesong]

[But move they have to. This isn't the time nor place to get caught, and Kate's breath catches in her throat as she looks for easy escape routes through the rubble and decay.

Like this, it's always good to have that sixth sense of hers. Zarina is tugged along, and Kate hisses a quick:]

Count to three then jump-

[Before tugging her again, hopefully up and over a vault that'll let them get a decent amount of distance before he can reload and refire his bottles at them again.]