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spiritingaway2020-06-12 10:11 pm
evocation) wrote in spiritingaway2020-06-12 10:11 pm
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[Kyna has been on her for a while now. It's impossible to know the exact amount of time, with the way days blend together now. Most of the time, she tells herself that's better. With her brother gone, there isn't anyone else she really trusts, certainly not enough to stay with longterm.
In practice, though, it makes everything harder, even if she won't admit it. There's something to be said for safety and strength in numbers, and more often than not Kyna finds herself having to just... scavenge. There's no better word for it. It's safer than risking running into any larger groups that are roaming the city, and it's not like she could fight a ton of people off at once if she had to, electricity or no.
So that's how she ends up in some shitty, run-down warehouse, looking for supplies. It's not a great place to be and she knows it, but it's also not like she can just fuck off to the woods forever. Sam and Nico taught her some survival skills, but not enough for her to be totally self-sufficient. All things considered, it's not going... awful. She hasn't run into anyone and she hasn't broken a leg or anything, so hey. It's a victory.
Maybe she makes that call too soon, though, because as she's halfway out the front door, everything goes wrong at once. It happens too quickly for her to really register it. One second, her foot is on the threshold, and the next, there's a horrific creaking, rending sound as concrete crumbles and metal shrieks. She's lucky—the target wasn't the building she's in, it was the one next door. Still, the entire thing is so violent and sudden that the foundation of her warehouse buckles as the ground rips upward, the entire building shuddering as it's thrown off center.
It's lucky that, instinctively, Kyna throws herself forward as she loses her balance. She's not fast enough though. She doesn't see what happens, and doesn't quite have time to process it, but suddenly she's on her stomach, one leg pinned by a chunk of wall, her bag thrown a few feet out of reach. She curls up as much as she can, arms over her head, and when everything stops trying to shake itself apart, she tries to yank herself free. She can't. The concrete is too heavy and she's too petite, and every time she pulls at her leg too hard it twists painfully. She knows she's screwed if she breaks it.]
Fuck. Fuck.
In practice, though, it makes everything harder, even if she won't admit it. There's something to be said for safety and strength in numbers, and more often than not Kyna finds herself having to just... scavenge. There's no better word for it. It's safer than risking running into any larger groups that are roaming the city, and it's not like she could fight a ton of people off at once if she had to, electricity or no.
So that's how she ends up in some shitty, run-down warehouse, looking for supplies. It's not a great place to be and she knows it, but it's also not like she can just fuck off to the woods forever. Sam and Nico taught her some survival skills, but not enough for her to be totally self-sufficient. All things considered, it's not going... awful. She hasn't run into anyone and she hasn't broken a leg or anything, so hey. It's a victory.
Maybe she makes that call too soon, though, because as she's halfway out the front door, everything goes wrong at once. It happens too quickly for her to really register it. One second, her foot is on the threshold, and the next, there's a horrific creaking, rending sound as concrete crumbles and metal shrieks. She's lucky—the target wasn't the building she's in, it was the one next door. Still, the entire thing is so violent and sudden that the foundation of her warehouse buckles as the ground rips upward, the entire building shuddering as it's thrown off center.
It's lucky that, instinctively, Kyna throws herself forward as she loses her balance. She's not fast enough though. She doesn't see what happens, and doesn't quite have time to process it, but suddenly she's on her stomach, one leg pinned by a chunk of wall, her bag thrown a few feet out of reach. She curls up as much as she can, arms over her head, and when everything stops trying to shake itself apart, she tries to yank herself free. She can't. The concrete is too heavy and she's too petite, and every time she pulls at her leg too hard it twists painfully. She knows she's screwed if she breaks it.]
Fuck. Fuck.