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WHO: Jonathan Crane ( phobiaasphyxia ) and Ruka ( gallitrap )
WHERE: Random Bus-stop number 4
WHEN: Around five-pm, May 25th
WARNINGS: Mind fucking of the highest order
SUMMARY: Ruka just wants to go home. Jonathan has other plans.
FORMAT: Quicklog or paragraph.

[ We have a Crane dressed in civilian clothing -- nice workshirt, tie, pants, etc -- and he's waiting for the bus. How much harm could he do? ]

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/gives crappy tags

[phobiaasphyxia.livejournal.com]

There are none left to protect.

[ A pressure, now, faint but there, scraping against her temple. The voice is loud -- so very, very loud, rattling through her bones, screaming through her, so loud -- and every word that comes with it is like being struck across the face. ]

You are alone.

/fails to see crappiness

[dragony]

no...

No!

[ With every fragment of her being she screams, screams out denial, a harsh and high note of negation, of refusal, of the only name worth crying. She is being crushed by the pressure, by the overwhelming power of that voice, and so many others chiming in from her own memory. She feels the world decay beneath her feet, and so many voices chiming the same thing. She cries, and screams to be rescued — like she has been so many times before, calling for the only person who could ever help her, ever protect her, ever save her from any darkness or doubt. ]

[ She screams, and is met with silence. ]

[ She is silent, even in her sobbing. ]

[ She is alone. ]

We can end this here.

[phobiaasphyxia.livejournal.com]

Yes.