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Skav heard a scream cut through the silence of their resting senses, and then the hands on their neck vanished and they were toppling to the soaked concrete. They waited in silence. Blind and deaf and immobile, they waited and waited and waited for some kind of sign. Skav felt their adrenaline and mind waver as their head lolled and their body slumped and grew even more malleable to outside forces. Prayers, airy and quiet, escaped them. Wishes to keep living were born, and Skav lapped at the bloody river that trailed down their face and, once again, waited. Waited for the end or for the beginning of a chance to continue on with life. Waited. Waited. Waited.

Blue's voice comes suddenly, loud and clear right in front of their face. Skav winces away from the noise and regrets the action almost instantly as their body swayed and ground further up against the rough bricks. Words failed, caught on their raw throat and flooded tongue. Liquid dreams sloshed in their hollow head, drowning out the feeling of hands and air that swelled when they were once again forced to their feet, and then they were walking. The focused on the movement. One foot after another, left, right, left, right. Skav had to keep remembering to stay awake. Without the push of panic coursing through their veins they were simply another roofied pedestrian, a drunk and drugged citizen who was lucky to be alive.

The duo stumbled down the rest of the block in silence. Skav thought they heard the rumble of more footsteps behind them after a moment, and then a curse and a name they hadn't heard in a long, long time. [i][b]"... Arya... -ing to... pissed."[/b][/i]

Skav's stumbling walk turned into a withheld stumbling sprint, and then the voices were gone and Skav was being pressed against the Qrow. Hands they assumed to be Blue's scoured through their pockets, and they couldn't hold back the small flinches of discomfort that spurred. A joyous noise of satisfaction reverberated through Skav's skull once Blue found what they were looking for, and then the rain was replaced by the familiar smell of gasoline and leather and peace swallowed them whole. Inky darkness claimed them as the engine growled to life. Dreams of the past and the present swirled, a vortex of muted colors and chrome. Skav slept the entire ride, because they couldn't fight the drugs anymore and it was better then getting sick and ruining the interior of both their mask AND their car.

When they burst awake again, Skav found they were pressed against the window of the car, and their apartment complex sat like a dazzling beacon of hope among a dreary, painful night. Their hands grasped at the door, pulling at each jutted corner they found until the passenger door opened and they fell out onto the pavement. Their mind churned, along with their stomach, and Skav settled back onto their heels to catch their breath before sliding up the side of the car and leaning in. They nodded back towards the building, a silent invitation, and without waiting for a response back they turned and stumbled towards the side-entrance of the building.

Skav's apartment was on the fourth floor of the complex, and a single uninterrupted elevator ride brought them to their front door in a matter of seconds. After snagging a spare key from the higher sill of the battered door, Skav pushed into the apartment and made a staggering beeline for the bathroom, making sure to leave the front door slightly ajar for Blue. They ripped the crow mask clean from their head as they stumbled, throwing it onto the hall floor. The apartment was a studio, a single room home that was bare of everything but essentials. A sheet-covered bed was pressed up against the wide, blind-covered windows, and a poor-man's version of a kitchen was exactly opposite to that, pressed into a single corner along with a ratty old couch and a few metal chairs. 

Clothes littered the floor, boxers and sweaters and jeans, and Skav added their leather jacket and stained sweater to the pile as they pushed by and practically kicked open one of two doors that were sitting alone on the bare side of the room. The binder holding them together felt too tight, but they made no effort to remove it. They didn't even bother with lights, pressing blindly into the bathroom until they collapsed in front of the toilet and retched. Shaking hands clung to cold porcelain, then rose up to scrub over their shaved head, pressing into the aching flesh at the back of their skull before their body shuddered and dispelled the rest of the alcohol. Blood mingled with sweat and bile, and after a while of pained noise Skav shifted back from the toilet to breathe.

They rose after a moment of feeling utterly helpless, staggering to a halt in front of the mirror to glare through the darkness at their own face. A beaten mixture of their father and mother stared back. Red stained most of the lower half of Skav's face, dropping messily onto the white-porcelain sink. It poured lazily from their nostrils and bubbled from their split lip, and Skav licked at the coppery liquid again until their tongue felt heavy with the taste. Icy gray eyes glared, heavy-lidded and much-too dilated, contrasting vividly with the tanned and bruised flesh that adorned their face. Everything besides their crooked nose and swollen lips looked as it always did; their eyes were narrowed, their eyebrows were furrowed, and the scar jutting from brow to cheek looked much brighter than it usually would. 

Everything about their face was utterly feminine, and hideously bruised. Skav hated it.

They stared at their reflection until they saw double, then triple, and with a huff they slid down to lean against the broken wooden cabinets below the basin. [b][color=#ff00a5]"Blue?"[/color][/b] They moaned, running their tongue over their front teeth idly, tasting blood but thankfully no empty spaces, [b][color=#ff00a5]"Blue? Not sure if-- nose is broken. Check please."[/color][/b]