
Faye.
@loneassailant
The true warriors are those who watched their families be slaughtered. [THG - RP // Single.]
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12-04-2014 14:31:38
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- whisper, rolling up my shirt to reveal massive brusing down my side where the bat had collided with me prior to this.] (Charles Thomas-Moore).

[[Groans under Kiernan Pevensy.'s weight.]]

[[I instantly cling on to Charles Thomas-Moore, my weak arms using the last of their strength to keep safely on him as he runs. When --

-- we reach the guards I can't help the way I flinch, instantly hiding behind Charles Thomas-Moore. As soon as they die, I look up -

-- again and begin to shake, the pain in my ribs multiplying. I decide I'd need to move on my own. Gripping Charles Thomas-Moore was just -

- causing way more pain than needed. I jump down off his back, setting up my crossbow with an arrow before (Charles Thomas-Moore) -

- giving Charles Thomas-Moore a confident smile.]] I can walk, don't worry. [[I whisper, beginning to move forward.]]

[[As soon as I enter the hovercraft I can feel my vision blurring as I check my side, noticing how my t-shirt was (Charles Thomas-Moore) >

> slowly turning red with the blood that escaped my wounds. My vision goes black before I feel my physique fall (Charles Thomas-Moore) >

> and my vision goes black. I'm instantly picked up and carried deeper into the hovercraft, people tending to Charles Thomas-Moore >

> and whatever wounds he may or may not have as I'm hooked up to a drip with capitol drugs. I was critical.]] (Charles Thomas-Moore).

[[When I wake up I notice the drips in me and I groan. What the hell had happened? I move to sit up only for my (Charles Thomas-Moore) >

> body to reject the proposal and slam back down onto the pristine bedsheets. I begin to panic as my gaze (Charles Thomas-Moore) >

> flickers around the pale room. Where was Charles Thomas-Moore? Was he safe? I pull at the tubes in my arms until they fall out, >

> groaning in pain as I throw my legs over the edge of the bed. I had to find Charles Thomas-Moore to make sure he was okay. I >

> begin to stand and walk forward. I get only a few steps before my body collapses to the floor with a thud, a groan (Charles Thomas-Moore) >

> escaping my dry lips.]] (Charles Thomas-Moore).

Yeah. In my ribs. [[Wheezing, I reach out to grapple Charles Thomas-Moore's hand in my own, fear gripping my physique.]] Am I >

> gonna die? [[I mumble, my voice low and broken. That's what I was. Broken. This whole thing, it's destroyed me. I (Charles Thomas-Moore) >

> had no life left, nothing but pain to try and fight with. It was too much to handle.]] (Charles Thomas-Moore).