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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[ 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.

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.]

... Are you going to be okay?

I don't know anymore.

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 ]

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.]

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?

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.

That's what I think, in any case.

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

No, you're right.

[Her shoulders slump a little.]

I took several, actually.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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.

Gods, Mika. You need a break.

I just wish things would go back to the way they used to be and that I wouldn't have to worry about this weird stuff happening around me anymore.

We should all be so lucky.

I feel compelled to buy you a drink.

Seriously?

[She huffs, cocking her head at him.]

Well, not "buy", per say. More like treat you to some of the stuff Cyuss keeps around the house. They won't let me in the bar.

I probably won't turn anything down if Cyuss actually will let me in. I don't know if he's mad at me or not. Why won't they let you in the bar?

If he is, I can pilfer something and we'll sit out back. He won't miss it.

[ A chuckle ] They made you human. A mother or sister. Me? [ He spreads his hands ] I'm the family pet.