wolfishsurvivalist | ✖ anxiety attack: 003 ✖

✖ anxiety attack: 003 ✖

[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.]

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[ 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?

[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!

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. ]

How do you know? What if it's possessed? All it needs to do is climb off that gate and then it'll be a complete gorefest! Zombies can at least be stopped, let alone killed. If that body gets possessed we're all done!

[She whines, an oddly canine sound coming from the chubby human girl.]

Sounds like a B-rated horror film. [ A very blank look on his face. ] Dead possessed bodies? Sounds familiar. Kind of sounds like... zombies! Aren't they the same thing? They kind of go hand-in-hand. I'm pretty sure dead possessed things can be killed the same way zombies can. Headshots.

No it's not the same! And no they can't!

[ Very slowly, he raises an eyebrow. He's given up on trying to calm her down at this point. He sucks at it anyway. ] How?

[A good plan, she's hard to settle when she's upset.]

Look, a ghost can control a corpse whether there's a brain in it or not. They don't need a central nervous system to move an object, they just need to want to do it badly enough. I've seen corpses barely held together by skin flaps come after me with the intent to kill.

A zombie would be a cakewalk after something like that!

[ He looks over her shoulder towards the way she came from, expression somewhat interested. ]

Yeah? I wonder if it's still there or if it's gotten down and walked away yet. Wanna go check it out with me?

[ Now he's intentionally being an asshole. ]

No, if you want to go gawk at it you can do it yourself!

[Her growls are not as impressive when she's a chubby girl instead of a wolf. That still doesn't seem to stop her from trying as she starts to storm off.]

[ He turns on his heels and starts to follow her. He has no interest in the body and he honestly just wants to stay as far away from it as possible. ]

Aw, come on. Poking bodies with sticks is only fun if there's someone else around.

[Mika hardly spares him a glance over her shoulder.]

No thanks, the last few corpses I had the great misfortune to be anywhere near tried to murder me. I'll pass, if you don't mind.

[ His grin widens. ]

Aw, and you looked like such a brave girl, too. Looked like I judged wrong.

Oh yes, because running while screaming bloody murder is such a great sign of bravery. Your judgment could use a bit of work if you ask me. Now are you going to follow me home and make fun of me the whole way or are you going to leave me alone already?

I know the bravest guy in existence, and he'd scream like that if he saw a clown. Followin' you home sounds like fun. Got nothin' better to do anyway.

If you say so, nothing much to do once I get home. Aside from possibly make dinner I guess...

But if you're coming to my house you had better behave!

[ He grins, holding his hands out in a defensive way. ] Behave is my middle name, sugar.

Really? [She snorts heavily.] I could've sworn it was "Jackass." Silly me.

[ This actually gets a soft laugh out of him. ] Could be both.

That would not surprise me at this point.

[She huffs again, but it might be hard to tell if she's actually mad or if she's starting to warm up to him.]

Behave Jackass. Usually with a comma between the two and an exclamation point at the end.

[That actually earns a quiet, muffled laugh.]

Yeah, that sounds about right.

[ A quick grin. ]

Do you have a middle name? Or even a first name? What about a last name? Or are you a freaky alien girl with no name? Or a robot with a string of numbers and letters as your name? Is your name X0125? I knew it.

No, I'm a freak of nature with an animal soul trapped in an almost human body.

[She makes a face, wiggling her fingers at him in an obviously feigned spooky display.]

But how come I have to tell you my name but you only give me your fake middle names? I'm Mika Whitepaws.

[ He tilts his head to the side. ] Cute. What animal?

The name's Bond. James Bond. [ He tips an invisible hat down over his eyes. ]

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