✖ 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

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

You don't understand!

[She wants to shake him, burying her face in her hands as the tremors start. He probably hadn't heard her when she was unfortunate enough to run her mouth off at everyone during the communist scare. Which meant that he has no idea how the dead body just opened up Mika's giant bucket of crazy.

There was a reason she was screaming when she arrived in Mayfield, after all.]

The body...how do you know there's no way to stop the bodies from moving on their own? How do you know nothing's going to take it over? How do you know?!

[wavewalker]

[ Ah, hell. Now he's done it. ] ... I guess I don't understand.

[ He's a little out of his depth here, and he just sort of awkwardly keeps his hands on her shoulders, his tail giving unsure little twitches. ] It's never happened before. There was a man from a neighboring town who was caught and hanged outside of City Hall, as an example. He never moved. Nothing ever "took him over". The woman in the park more recently- she was dead and remained so. And now Olney.

They replace the drones. They don't ever reuse them, in any fashion. Mayfield operates on order, on perceived perfection. I doubt they would stoop to such methods unless things became dire.

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

Hauuuuuu....

[The noise sounds so strange coming from human vocal chords, but the tremors do ease up. Mika has to visibly struggle as she tries to calm herself down. Having people explain how this place works does help, but it doesn't change the years of instilled fear she gained from her last stop.]

Okay. I'm sorry, Ian, I'm sorry. I'm...I'm okay.

[She sniffs, her face flushed from having almost broken down into tears again, but she looks much more stable.]

I guess I should be thankful I can't smell him.

[wavewalker]

It's okay. I'm sorry I snapped at you.

[ He gives sort of a lopsided grin, angling his head in the direction of the rec center ]

You really should be.

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

No, it's fine. I know I sound crazy.

[She sighs, rubbing at her eyes. Now that she isn't completely freaking out she can feel the way the scuffed up patches on her skin sting. She really bit the dust hard a couple times in her escape.]

I think I've got the smell of enough dead bodies burned into my memory to last a lifetime.

[wavewalker]

Would you mind waiting here for me while I go take a look at it? I want to see these carvings you mentioned.

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

Okay. I-I'll wait.

[She huffs, glancing down at her palms as if to check them for grit.]

[wavewalker]

I won't be a minute.

[ He gives her a quick nod and then dashes off- he's a fast little bugger. He returns not long after, frowning slightly. ]

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

Okay.

[Still by the time he returns, Mika is sitting on the curb with her head resting on her knees, hugging her legs to keep her skirt closed.]

[wavewalker]

[ He doesn't sit, but rather comes to stand next to her. He looks a bit perplexed ]

Whatever that is carved into him, I don't know the language. But then again, I'm not from this planet, so that's not surprising.

[ He glances down at her ] Let's go.

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

It looks like German, but I can't read it.

Okay.

[It takes her a moment, but she gets to her feet, shuddering a little.]

[wavewalker]

... Are you going to be okay?

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

I don't know anymore.

[wavewalker]

I can't say I blame you. [ he shoves his hands in his coat pockets and just... starts walking. He doesn't really have a destination in mind- his only goal is to get away from the rec center ]

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

I guess I should be used to it.

[Mika looks a little preoccupied as she picks gravel out of the palms of her hands, as it keeps her distracted from another meltdown.]

[wavewalker]

There are some things you can never get used to- and some things you should never have to get used to.

[ He glances over ] Are you going to need a bandage or something for that?

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

Maybe. Probably.

[She sighs, gingerly brushing her fingers over the scrapes.]

My knee's the one that's bleeding. I'll wash them when I get home.

[wavewalker]

That's what I think, in any case.

... If you're sure. It looks like you took quite a spill.

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

No, you're right.

[Her shoulders slump a little.]

I took several, actually.

[wavewalker]

You poor thing. Every time I see you, you're in some kind of distress. Perhaps one of these days, that won't be the case.

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

I hate to say it, but this is kind of how my life works.

I don't know if I should tell you to be glad that you missed me spilling my guts during that whole communist scar or not. Ema got the full brunt of it and she freaked out.

[wavewalker]

For what it's worth, I like to think I'm pretty difficult to "freak out".

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

Still, it's a really long story and kind of stupid.

[wavewalker]

Whether you want tell it again or not is up to you. [ he shrugs ] I won't make you.

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

Well, on top of the whole "ghost town" thing, there was another incident.

A few weeks before I got here, I'd been attacked. My roommate was part of an elite military force, and apparently the people that broke down our front door were there for her.

I was the only one at home, and they tried to kill me. Our neighbors must've heard the gunfire, and they called for help. I spent a couple weeks in the hospital recovering. The whole time I was there, I tried not to think about the ghost town, and what would happen to dead bodies there.

It was really nerve-wracking, and I wasn't sure I'd make it or not. But I had just been released from the hospital when I was brought here.