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Hecate let a feline grin spread across her lips. Wouldn't that be the day; when she could just die and have her spirit fly off in peace. That would make her very happy, but of course she was very unlucky so this animatronic would probably decide not to kill her anyways. Well, might as well try and hope for the best.
She stepped forward a bit, a look of hope flashing in her eyes. She let a pleading whine rise to her lips, frowning and staring up at him hopefully.

XD okay

"It is nice to meet you, too." Luna brought her hand down to her side and gave another close eyed head tilted smile. "I'm glad I had the chance to meet two people that didn't judge me for my blindness before they even knew me. What a wonder this day has been."

Hecate watched the new animatronic freak out with a sigh. Of course, she had been right. He wasn't going to kill her. She still had to endure the pain that she dealt with every day.
A flash of anger and hatred rose to her eyes. This one was no different from the others. They were all heartless monsters, and nothing would change that.
With a horrible, feral growl, Hecate raced off down the hall she had come through, just wanting to get away from yet another horrid creature. Why couldn't she just find some peace in this place? Why did they all have to be so heartless?

Azra's head snapped to look at the boy who had told her to stop. A feral glint in her eye glared at him as she snarled, before turning back to the other guards. Silently, she rushed at them grabbed two by the throats, letting them burn for only a few seconds before turning to the others. Of course she didn't care what the others thought of her, but she didn't want them to fear her either, so she made sure not to torture the others like she had the first of them.

(Minho is carrying Kali back to the Glade. At the end of this post is when he reaches the doors.)

I couldn't move. That was the first thing I noticed. Strange how I noticed that first, and only after that did I realize I was moving, though it was not me that was controlling where I went. A pressure...everywhere. As of someone was carrying me. Pain. Odd how I noticed the pain last. It was soo complete, so overwhelming. Maybe I just hadn't wanted to notice it before then. Who knows. I sure don't.
The very last thing I noticed was that I could remember things. More than just from the last few days and my name, but also things from before then.
The Flare. W.I.C.K.E.D. The devastation. The horrible Su. Flares that scorched the earth, hence the name for the disease that quickly followed. The disease that infected the minds of those who were left. The same disease that drove people crazy and made them kill one another.
All of these thoughts raced through my head, followed by another alarming discovery. More pain. My head hurt. These thoughts were giving me a headache. Funny how my new memories didn't engulf my other, simpler memories like the soft shine of dew on a blade of grass in a orange hue of dawn, or the light twinkle of stars as they told tales in all their glory.
With these thoughts in my head, I felt my consciousness slipping away again, and didn't even struggle as the first voice killed me into its depths.

Azra looked at the man through the corner of her eye, keeping most of her attention on the guards backing away. A few of them quickly scurried over to their downed comrades and pulled them away to be treated for their wounds. Once all of the guards were gone, and she finally felt safe enough o ignore them for now, she turned her gaze to look fully at the man before her.
She bared her teeth at him, acting more like a predator than a human. She had some questions, like what he did to them all, and why. And what the hell was going on all of the sudden. Everything seemed so rushed, it really was kind of eerie how everything could change in a matter of moments.
"Who are you?" She decided to ask the obvious first, continuing to glare at him while making to sure to stay as far away from them all as possible. She didn't want any of them getting hurt if she freaked out again.

Luna frowned, turning her head to where the shuffling of feet lead, and then where a door was closed and locked. She tilted her head to the side with a confused frown sewn onto her face. She didn't understand these people, with all of their mysteries and wonders and ways of living.
"Why does he not want us to get involved? Does he not like help?" Luna turned back to Chance...or where she assumed Chance was. "I know that you could be of great help to him, and I could at least offer a few things. Why don't we go in their and offer our service?"

Azra snarled once more at the man, though her attention was now transfixed on the reptilian girl behind him. Did she not want to escape as well? Why not do something to help them? Then again, Azra knew that while this act would help them right here and now, but it would not help them against the many guards piled up around the corner. Besides, more guards had probably gathered, and she did not feel like hurting anyone else at the moment. Almost as if all of her fight had been drawn from her body.
"Go away." She hissed, again more like an animal than a human, though she spoke the same language as the others.

Why is it that when people are unconscious that they dream as if they are asleep? It's not like they actually are in that dream-state. No, they're in a much worse state of darkness and oblivion. Much, much worse. Even the dreams are cold and cruel, like your mind is trying to scare you awake or make you so lonely, angry, and bat-crat crazy that you go insane once you wake up. Well, lets just say that all of those applied to this horrid dream I was having right now.
Not quite a nightmare, but close enough. I never knew what my fears were before now, only that they were there but not quite accessible. I wish they were still like that.
I was walking through a forest full of tress mangled almost beyond recognition. They almost looked alive the way that they were twisted and malformed. Inky blackness obscured everything past a few feet in front of me so that I had to go slow and keep my guard up to stop from banging into dangerously sharp branches and twisted mounds of tree stumps.
Low ghostly howls followed my every move, whispering to me like that part of your mind that disagreed with everything you did. One twitch of the eye and they were yelling at me for making the wrong move. A single step and they told me it would be my last, that I would skewer myself on an unseen obstacle. Of course, this never happened, and soon the voices just became maddening nuisances that never left me alone.
My mind told me to kill the voices, to find their source and make them silent forever. Of course, that would mean killing myself, and that was maybe just a little too frightening to think on too much. Though it sure was starting to seem like a good idea after almost half an hour of constant whispers and near blackness.
Loneliness, now that really was maddening. I longed to call out for someone, anyone, but I knew it would be no use. No one would answer. Deep in the back of my mind I knew that I was alone, that my cries would be unanswered and unheard. They would simply echo on until no human ear could hear even a sliver of what was once spoken.
Madness was taking over, slowly but surely. Soon I would not be able to control my need for blood. My blood. As dark as the forest around me, barely any crimson visible as my eyes closed for the last time, as I glared solely at the soft, sharp tips of small blades of grass. As the voices finally left me alone....
Ah, f*ck it, time to die it seems. No way was I going to endure the voices any longer than I had to.
With one, final, rebellious glance at the hidden forest beyond my vision, I rushed forward until the sharp pain of something going through my mid-section stopped me in my tracks. Looking down, I saw the dark liquid soak my shirt and drip to the floor. Mere moments later, my eyes drooped closed for the final time. My heart and mind stopped instantaneously, never to wake up again in this cruel world.

(Btw, she isn't actually dead, just waking up. Right now is when she is stirring awake, memories of the real world sown into her mind.)

(just so everyone knows, Luna is blind)
Luna swiveled her head from side to side. More people? What the heck? Where were these people coming from? At the sound of a voice behind her, she whirled around and took a step back, almost smacking into Chance. Tentatively, she reached out her hand, waiting until it touched soft fabric before pulling it back as quick as she could.
"Who are you?" she asked, her voice confused and confident, much unlike the fear that was raging inside of her.

OOC: Sorry for the long break in replies.

IC: Luna looked around silently, wondering where the girl had gone. She seemed nice, but Chance didn't like her. Wonder why.
Although, he might be as trusting as she is. That would make sense.
Luna turned around to look at Chance, her brows furrowing in confusion.
"Guards?" then she turned to where the thought the other girl was, though she had no way of knowing if the assumption was right or not. "Why are there guards after you?"

OOC: I am so, so, so sosososososo sorry about the long hiatus!

Luna nodded, silently pulling her short staff from its place on her back and holding it comfortably in her hands, smiling down at the ground. With a sudden thought, she turned towards where she remembered Joel and Day entering a building.
"Why don't we go in there instead?" she walked forward before waiting for a reply, her hand on the doorknob as the first sounds of guards reached her ears.

Luna looked around, noticing the soft smell of mold or mildew. The air was warm and humid, making Luna's thin and dry hair become heavy with static and moisture. She took a step forward and, upon heaving the loud creak of the floor boards beneath her, stopped short, afraid to walk any further in case she found that the ground could no longer hold her.
"Chance, is it safe in here?"

Uh...dont know what to write now though. How to make her wake up.

Ya she was stung. Her memories came back in my last post, and she forced herself to wake up while Kendra was sitting beside her. So...don't really know exactly how to portray that she is now awake.

Luna nodded, still wary of the feelings of the floorboards beneath her. She wondered how many levels there were to this place, how far she could fall if the whole support structure failed like so many other houses in this horrid town.
Her arms went out to feel around her, finding Chance on side of her and nothing but air on her other side. Taking a few tentative steps forward, she made sure to slowly press one foot down before moving the other. When coming upon a gap in the floor, she did not realize it was there until she lost her balance and tripped to the ground.
With a soft groan, she freed her foot and rubbed her ankle with a small frown on her face, eyes unseeingly blinking as she tried to assess the damage that she could not see.

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I could play Nightcrawler. Maybe the others could be characters that we all kind of play, but more as if what they're doing is being witnessed?