Arista

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"I'm fine." Aneira replied reflexively, muscles loosening as his eyes met her own. In their current positions she towered over him, which had her nose scrunching up before she shook her head. She lowered herself down until she was resting on her knees, eyes never leaving his even as another wave of pain flared along her side.

The flare of concern in his eyes was an odd sight, after only seeing the emotionless eyes of the Scientists for so long this confused her. His hand dropped as she did, his soft question ringing in her ears and making her swallow. Friends wasn't something she'd ever been good at, defensive and easy to anger had become her striving forces since she was a child. But this man who could've so easily left her behind and save himself, she felt her walls soften slightly.

Biting her lip she let her head drop down, her hand fingers gently tapping along his own in a silent sign that he could look. She could smell the copper scent of blood now, a sharp tang that made her stomach curl. "I...I think it's a bullet. But not any normal kind, one made to...to weaken what I am so I can be easier to handle." Her words are a quiet whisper, free hand reaching out to lightly grab at the front of his shirt. "I'll be fine...we need to make that call." She tries for firm she really does, but all she manages to so is sound tired and breathless. The pain now that she's registered it moves along her side in constant waves, the storm outside raging still with no signs of stopping anytime soon.

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I didn't get this notification, rude Guild. But I'm totally taking part in this still, I'm sorry. I'm helping my parents after they've both had surgery so I'm kinda extra busy but I'm in for this still. Sorry!

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"We did, yes." She replied after a moment, fingers curled slightly into her Pam's where they rested against her bent knees. The mention of them needing a phone had Aneira turning her eyes away, senses instinctively extending outward as if to find a phone.

"Come on Beth, don't be like- dammit." A male voice caught her attention, head slightly tilting to the side as she zoned in completely. Coins rattling made her nose wrinkle, before he began to dial a number. "Listen alright, nothing happened but you're gonna do me a favor. Come get your stuff in the next ten minutes or I'm tossing it all out in the rain. If you want to act like a child and not talk this out, then I'm done trying to explain." He hung the phone up with a huff, Aneira blinked as she focused her eyes on Lucian once more.

"I think I found one, but it's a payphone....let me see if I can find someone to lend me there phone, do you know the number?" She rose to her feet with a wince, hand lowering to the right side of her ribs at the flare of pain she felt there. The skin felt far too warm even through her shirt, fingers dropping to her side she shook her head once to clear the fog of exhaustion that clung to her.

"And we're both running on instinct so don't worry about it. I am going to ask that you try to rest while I get that phone." She adds with an arched brow, hand reaching out and poking a finger carefully against his forehead. She doesn't relish the fact that she'll have to bring the phone back to him, but she doesn't have many connections that are trustworthy and right now she's trusting him to seek them help.

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She should feel embarrassed she thought as they made their way down the hallway, she was still nude and Lucian was just about in the same state. And yet all she could feel was hunger underlying the exhaustion that felt like a weight along her shoulders, a different sort of weight then Lucian's that was.

When she was shaved into the apartment as footsteps drew closer, Aneira almost went toppling over as her feet tangled with one another. The only thing that dated her was a hand shooting out and pressing into the wall, body bowing slightly as she regained her momentum. As the heartbeat moved past the door and Lucian joined her, Aneira released a soft sigh before shaking her head.

She'd left the clothes she'd taken folded atop the within the kitchen, moving forward she says nothing more. The storm continues outside as she grabs the two sets of clothes, padding back to hand one to Lucian. She slips into her own set which consists of a black tank top and gray sweatpants, her waist-lemgth brown hair sways as she straightens upright. Her eyes scan the open Floorplan as the small entryway opens up into a living room on the left and the kitchen on the right with a wall dividing them.

The window that leads out into a balcony shows the storm outside, trees below being whipped around this way and that by strong winds. She hasn't checked the rest of the apartment out yet and she knows she has to, but they both need food and rest.

Her first issue arises as she glances at the other man, eyeing him as he slowly dresses. They don't have money to get any groceries or to buy take-out. Biting her lip she moves closer to Lucian, crouching down but keeping her eyes level with his face.

"We need food, but we don't have money." She states softly, damp hair slowly sleeping into her shirt.

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For the win! Happy belated birthday~

Poor Lucian indeed. Aneira will do her best to help!

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"I'm sorry you're not." She replies quietly, crouched in front of him with a pensive from on her lips. There was an ache along her side that flared when she reached for him, but the pain wasn't important right now. Being careful as she tugged him first upright and then until he was standing, Aneira felt her muscles flex and then adjust to his weight.

When she began to move with an arm around his waist, the other holding his other arm around her shoulders she didn't except much of a reaction. He was still pale in a way that had her biting her lip, his soft groan confirmation that he was at least still conscious. When his head fell to rest against hers ad well as his full weight, she found it easy to adjust her hold and continue forward without pause.

She felt tiny compared to Lucian beside her, and she wasn't even that small before they'd grabbed her. She stood at 5'6 before with a lean frame, now she stood at 5'8 with muscles and a more slender build.

When she reached the window she'd slipped into before, she apologized quietly as she helped guide him inside. Her ears were focused on the wheeze that accompanied each breath, senses instinctively extending outward as she slipped inside. Then she began guiding him down the hall, a low rumbling sound vibrating up from her chest.

They needed to rest for a bit. Eat. And then they could find keep running until they find a place to be safe. Hopefully.

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Funnily enough my birthday was on Saturday, so no worries at all! I hope you had a great birthday!

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Ah, I see no worries! I hadn't heard anything so I was kinda confused 🤣

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If you need me to edit my post or anything, let me know~ No rush at all either ^^

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Finding a smashed window wasn't unexpected, slipping inside and finding the apartment building was actually clean and in pristine condition was. Bare feet silent on the linoleum floor, Aneira let her senses expand outward cautiously. She was on the fourth floor and alone, her ears catching only a few heartbeats within distance. Standing slowly and letting herslef move down the hall, she sniffs the air subtly in search of an apartment that held no human scent.

The door read 408 and smelled of cleaning supplies and nothing else, fingers curling around the door handle she let's out a slow breath. It opens easily and with little force, revealing a small entryway that's dividing by wooden floor and grey carpet. Nostrils flaring outward as a door not too far away opens, Aneira slips inside and shuts the door just as soft footfalls echo down the hall.

"Sure, feel free to come over. I'm just gonna get this last load of laundry done and then I'm free." A women's voice echos her footsteps, heartbeat slow and steady. She doesn't focus enough to listen to the conversation, curious as to where she was headed. Thunder outside had her jumping slightly, head snapping around to lock eyes on a balcony window that showed a dark sky.

Licking her lips and slowly opening the door, Aneira inhales slowly as she slips out and begins to follow the women. She's careful to keep her distance and body crouched, ears focused on the heartbeat that had passed her and everything else in an almost muted way. "He's a sweetheart, the property manager of this apartment building. If you're really interested I can send you his number, Mr. Solomon would love new tenants." Aneira catches seconds before the laundry room door opens, revealing a young woman with long brown hair and dressed in jeans and a black sleeveless shirt.

She doesn't move until the woman turns the corner, taking off on silent feet with her destination in mind. The room when she enters is actually larger then jt appears, holding five washers and dryers respectively as well as a small counter meant for folding clothes. She isn't picky with what she chooses, focusing instinctively on finding which are clean and picking ones that are well-worn enough to hopefully not be missed.

She returns to Lucian's side just as the rain begins to follow, bundle of clothes tucked under an arm and an empty broken into apartment waiting for them. She should feel guilty she tells herself as she gently lifts the other up to his feet, but she can't muster up the energy to and instead settles into her current objective. Helping them both by getting them inside and out of the storm, everything else can wait.