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

No! What if it gets possessed?

[A normally completely unfounded fear, but one that actually seems to only make her more hysterical now that she's thinking about it.]

Possession doesn't work like that.

Yes it does!

[She's on the verge of tears in her panic, her nurse's dress bunched up in her fists.]

As soon as someone dies it's the perfect host for anything angry enough to take it over!

It has to be before they die. Either way, I could kill it.

No.

[She shakes her head furiously, a few strands of her hair falling from the bun it was tied up in.]

Not at the last place I was in. Nothing could kill those.

I'm the most powerful person in this town. Nothing can defeat me.

[That manages to bring her out of her panic.]

Yeah? Somehow I doubt that.

That will just be better for me in the end.

Whatever.

[Realizing she looks stupid sitting in the middle of the street with road rash on her face and knees, Mika pushes herself to her feet and gingerly dusts herself off.]

You're pretty mean, aren't you?

"Disbelief" does not make me mean, trust me. If I wanted to get nasty, it'd be completely different. How many people believe you immediately when you tell them stuff like that?

All of them because they know it's true.

...Yeah.

[Okay, this is not making her any more prone to believing him at all.]

So what, you're telling me you're some shounen hero protagonist or something?

Wouldn't it be fun to be a hero from a manga? I've read a bunch of those.

To you it might be, maybe.

[She snorts, tossing her head in a mannerism that she can't seem to kick now that she's human.]

I'm better than one of those though. I'm a real hero, not a fake one. The King of Heroes.

Uh-huh.

[She's...not taking him seriously at all, anymore. The exhaustion just from her body language alone means she doesn't really have the energy to humor him.]