✖ anxiety attack: 003 ✖

[wolfishsurvivalist]

[A. 339 Brady Lane]

Breakfast's ready!

[Guess what guys, Mika has made a massive amount of scrambled eggs! Considering what she put in them you'd think she'd been making an omelet before giving up! Diced tomatoes, green peppers, bacon, cheese, a little bit of onion, with large stacks of bacon and sausages on the side. For Annie she left a plate of red meat and raw eggs on the side. Mika is going to stuff her face and then scuttle off to work, but if asked nicely, she might make a bagged lunch for her housemates before she scampers off.]

[B. Hospital]

[After making her way to work, Mika can be seen going about her job in that slightly worried fashion that a newbie has. Worrying and fussing in an attempt to double-check if she's gotten anything wrong or if she's forgotten something important or if she's going to be late or doesn't have what she needs in time.

When she isn't tripping over her own feet and falling on her face with a loud yelp, that is. Seems like someone is having difficulty adjusting to her very chubby human body. What's wrong with this girl and why is she always falling on her face, anyway? After one particularly fantastic spill, tray full of bandages flying out of her hands and everything, Mika pushes herself up with a groan, rubbing her face. An interesting assortment of bruises on her knees and elbows makes it look like this has been happening with ridiculous frequency.]

Ow...

[With a dull sniff, she sets about collecting all her scattered supplies. Help would always be welcomed, but she's used to being ignored or patronized by the drones.]

[C. Streets of Mayfield.]

[Mika was off exploring while on her way home from work. Wandering around, trying to figure out where everything was and hopefully not getting lost on her way home.

Until she found the corpse hanging on the rec center gate. With a scream that could wake the dead, Mika turns and runs as fast as her legs can take her. Anyone catching her will have to deal with her hysterics.]

Comments

Hospital coworker go!

[snipingmissy.livejournal.com]

[Riza could tell by the look on the other girl's face, that she was not used to working in the hospital. If she herself wasn't so good at going undercover, she supposed she'd look much the same.]

[When she heard the clattering tray and a bandage rolled to her feet, she stopped what she was doing and walked over to the young woman, helping gather the supplies.]

Are you all right?

yay~! :3c

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

Sort of, I'll be all right.

[She looks more embarrassed than really hurt, and she takes time to make everything neat on her tray as she puts things back. Good thing she wasn't carrying vials of medicine today.]

I'm just not used to this, I guess.

[Whether she means the work or her physical form is left unsaid, but she means both.]

\o/

[snipingmissy.livejournal.com]

[Items assembled, she gets back to her feet and nods.]

I understand. Did you arrive in Mayfield recently?

[Hawkeye wouldn't lie to herself--she saw so many new faces in these first few weeks that it was almost impossible for her to keep track.]

house

[notsaul.livejournal.com]

Don't care.

[Hey guess who is under a blanket on the couch in the living room watching cartoons and has been doing so for days now.

This girl.]

House

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

Annie, you've gotta eat sometime, and you're hogging my sleeping spot.

[Not that she's really sleeping there right now, but that's beside the point. She will leave her not!daughter offerings of fresh meat anyway whether she likes it or not. Mika is going to take an educated guess as to the source of the problem.]

I know him blabbing your secret was a jerk move, but it's already been said and there's not much we can do about it now aside from fortify the house. If you want, I can see if anyone's willing to help zombie-proof this place.

[notsaul.livejournal.com]

Zombies aren't the fucking problem! [HER BEST FRIEND IS A ZOMBIE] It's fucking Nazi robots and fucking bald-ass alien-fuckers and me dying a horrible fucking death again and again and again! That is the fucking problem!

[uranophobe.livejournal.com]

[Hey, let's change up the pace and get patronized by a non-drone!]

You ought to be more careful. [With "be more careful" here meaning "get the fuck out of my way." He'll nudge a few stray bandages closer to her with his foot, but that's the end of that. Helping is for losers.]

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

All right already, I'm moving, geez.

[The noise she made sounded suspiciously like a growl, or as close as a human larynx could replicate. The rolls of gauze were stacked on the tray as neatly as possible before she was on her feet again, her expression sour.]

Streets!

[mathisradical.livejournal.com]

[ Niou is taking a walk, much like he has been doing in the afternoons since he's gotten here. It's at least a semi-workout and Yukimura won't completely kill him for slacking off if when he gets back home.

He hears the piercing scream, and ignores it at first. He doesn't care in the first place, and with the team he plays for, screams like that are a normal occurrence. He does pause, however, when he sees her running in his direction like there's run-jump-kill zombies on her ass. He catches her by the shoulders so she doesn't run into him, taking a small step back as to brace himself. ]

Whoa whoa whoa, where's the fire, sugar?

Streets!

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

[Her shrieking only jumps in pitch as she's caught, and if she wasn't so winded, she probably would have rounded on him in her panic. As it is, she almost collapses in tears, gasping for air as she points back toward the rec center, the other hand clenching in her nurse's apron.]

B-body, on the gate! They hung a dead body on the gate!

Re: Streets!

[mathisradical.livejournal.com]

Alright, alright. [ He's quite alarmed, but the only thing that shows it are his wide eyes. He's not good with hysterics, and he's certainly not good with crying. Especially not crying girls. And now he's supporting some of a hysterical, crying girl's weight. And--

Wait. Did she say dead body? ]

Calm your tits, sugar. It's dead, it's not gonna eat you. [ A pause. ] Unless it comes back as a zombie. Then we're all fucked.

[ He's not helping in the least. ]

C

[evers-hacker.livejournal.com]

[April jumps in surprise at the scream and blinks at Mika running towards her before catching her by her shoulders.]

W-whoa, what happened?

C

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

Dead body!

[She gasps, whining in distress as her knees try to buckle. The human body she was in was too overweight for the sudden burst of terrified running.]

Th-there's a dead body on the gate!

[evers-hacker.livejournal.com]

[April blinks in surprise at Mika, making sure to keep a hold on her shoulders so that Mika doesn't collapse or something.]

H-hey, calm down. It's dead, it's not gonna hurt you or anything. [April fails at calming people down.]

Streets

[kinpika.livejournal.com]

Where are you going so fast, onee-san?

[Don't mind him, just yelling after her.]

Streets

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

[The yelling startles her enough that she forgets herself, tripping over her own feet and sending herself sprawling across the pavement. When she pushes herself up, one shaking hand points back the way she came.]

Th-there's a dead body hanging from the gate!

[kinpika.livejournal.com]

Eh? Is that it? Are you scared of a dead body?

[shhhhh-secret.livejournal.com]

(Allows himself to collide with Mika hard enough she probably won't notice him pickpocketing her, if she even has any pockets or anything worth yoinking.)

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

[Sorry Monsieur Spy, all you get is pocket lint and a small bit of gauze that was trimmed off a patient's bandage. Have fun with that!

Also that is just enough of a bump to make her go sprawling face-first into the asphalt again.]

[shhhhh-secret.livejournal.com]

(Just his luck. Oh, well. Goes to help her up.)

I'm terribly sorry about that, are you all right?

C

[wavewalker]

[ He's been to the rec center pool once already, and was- perhaps foolishly- on his way back again. Mika very nearly runs him over, but he manages to get out of the way, and snaps a hand out to catch her by the arm ]

Mika!

C

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

[SHRIEK!

She almost drags him down with her but somehow manages to keep her feet under her this time, pointing back towards the rec center and making a noise that is one of completely inhuman distress.]

[wavewalker]

[ OH GODS MY EARS ]

[ He clamps his hands on her shoulders, trying to get her to look at him ] Mika, please! Calm down.

C

[demondogdays.livejournal.com]

[Well, HIS ears perk up in interest on what the sudden scream was about only to see someone dashing on off from one side of the street to another.

... well, he's going to keep enjoying eating this scrambled egg and bacon sandwich his drone wife made him and watches this like it's a show.]

C

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

[Well, it's not much of a show to be honest. Mika just keeps running and screaming until she somehow manages to trip over nothing but her own feet and send herself sprawling across the asphalt.]