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“God.” A mutter escaped her. She could barely help herself. Aimlessly standing before the man, like a broken toy, Floriana recomposed her spirits with a sigh. This was war, after all. 

“I’m here to take a look at you and your wounds. I have to be quick -- there are.. Others who are also in need of assistance.” She remained a few inches away from him, examining the blood dripping from the walls, staining his clothes and the wooden floor. How lovely.

“I’m Floriana.”

“Shit… Shit.” Bodies laid around him, dark heaps on the ground that he could have easily convince himself were just piles of unattended clothing, but he was already knee deep in the idea that they were his fellow gang members. He should’ve checked them for their weapons, to take them and to fight off any lurking attackers but his mind was at a standstill, over come with panic and fear that he didn’t know what to do next.

#( interaction ) #@itslucacontia #event: massacre

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“I’m not surprised it happened.” Her quiet, almost inaudible voice echoed through the hallways. “I’m surprised it’s taken us so long.” She finally came to her senses, frozen to the bones. Floriana’s footsteps were careful, but better than trembling alone in the empty facility. She didn’t have a backbone to protest. “I reckon you always take the lead, uh?” Her words lingered in the air and soon she regretted them, cringing at her choice of words. She wasn’t the best at social situations -- better stick to broken bones and bloody ribs.

The price we have to pay. The words were stuck on his tongue, he did not vocalize them to further the realization, a realistic grasp of the situation she already possessed. “This war has lasted for centuries – something like this was bound to happen sooner or later.” And it was most certainly not the first time in the history of the civil war. Pushing himself away from the wall to his right, he cast a glance over his shoulder, before his feet took him down the narrow path of the hallway. “Come on.”

#( interaction ) #@benjaminkraft #event: massacre

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“We’re losing too many of them.” She didn’t know their names, but she didn’t have to -- the bodies would pile up per usual, as if nameless, and then they’d be buried accordingly. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, but she was quick to recompose. “This is why we didn’t need a war.” Floriana recalled her parents, whose lives had been taken away by none other than the bastards in red. “But I’ll be damned if we don’t make them pay.”

There was nothing offered but more quiet foaming on his tongue at the words she sounded. Nothing but a nod and a low inhale filling his lungs, aching inside his torso. “We did–”, people who had been friends, family even, for some. “Not here.” Another glance around, brows furrowed as he observed the surroundings for a mere minute, drowning in the sound of nothingness.

#( interaction ) #@benjaminkraft

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One, two, three. Breathless as she recalled the horror in the streets, stumbling into the floor bathroom in a frenetic motion. Each and every second wasted was a life seeping into death, and she wouldn’t have that. 

Three knocks, he said. Her shaky fists slammed onto the cold surface, and she could hear her heartbeat drumming louder than her knocking. “It’s me! Floriana.” She shouted, taking another breath.

Between iron and blood || Daniel, Gabriel and Floriana.

#event: massacre #@danieludinov #@gabrielenzo #( para ) #( thread ) #( between iron and blood )

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Text @Daniel:

Daniel: Where are you? I need you ASAP. In the mansion, ground floor bathroom. Knock three times.

Floriana: I'm at the hospital, where Amando took me. I'm coming over in five. What happened?

#( sms ) #@danieludinov

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#( musings ) #( words )

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“If it’s theirs, there is nothing to grieve for. But we’ve lost many others in battle, haven’t we?” She didn’t need to know the truth, but the truth was always bitter, leaving a sense of everlasting loss after the war was fought. “Is there anyone else in need of aid?”

Her voice snapped him out of his daze. Cerulean orbs peered up underneath lowered brows to catch the sight of brown doe eyes. “Not from our people.” Corpses clad in red, a look down, grip around the weapon tightening. Aware that silence should never be trusted. “ Don’t worry. It’s not my blood.”

#( interaction ) #@benjaminkraft #event: massacre

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“I'm ready. How many of ours have been injured? This is war, isn’t it. As bad as I hate to admit it.”

“I’m sure others are on it. I need to get you to the hospital wing, there might not already be injured, but if there are you need to be ready. Mikaela should already be there.”

#( interaction ) #@revamandoricci #event: massacre

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“It’s good.” She nodded, lacking any other words of reassurance in that moment. “Take the first aid kit, see if there’s anyone else in need of help. Be careful.”

“We don’t want to be in any more danger than we already are, okay?”

Noemi looked down, her stomach churning. How was she going to help Floriana at all? “Amando…said to help you..I’m not medically trained but I was a counselor..I know basic first aid, just tell me what you need.” She insisted, trying not to be sick. 

#( interaction ) #@noemicassani #event: massacre

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She had walked in slowly, counting the corpses in a dead shiver. “Are there.. Any more bodies?” It didn’t seem like it was over - but the silence was too calm, even for someone quiet like herself. “There’s blood on your shirt. Have you been shot?”

Blood had been spilled and clung to the fabric of his shirt. Lives had been lost, the lives of people he’d known for such a long time. “Shit.” It was a low mutter, breaking the silence in the hallway, littered with three dead bodies. The weapon still in a tight clutch.

#event: massacre #( interaction ) #@benjaminkraft

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“There’s too much blood. We need to get you somewhere else, but don’t move yet, I want to make sure you’re.. Remotely okay. Can you hear me? How are your legs? Are you feeling them?”

#tirrevelations #tirstarters #//hopefully this is not considered godmodding because i'm always terrified of it #//knowing floriana she's not at the mansion anymore #//stubborn ass (:

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“Across the bridge. They’ve got to be somewhere. 

Has anyone checked the public library yet?”

“If we lose you many more will die, so just stay behind me. Tell me where they are.”

#@revamandoricci #( interaction ) #event: massacre

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“There’s one of ours there. I can’t just wait here for them to come around.”

“Get down!”

#@revamandoricci #( interaction ) #event: massacre

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the event just started! So we have to wait our replies until after the event!

ops, my bad. i’m always SO LATE ON EVERYTHING.

#* hides in a corner * #ooc #thank you kind anon #Anonymous

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“You doubled on the pain meds?” In a quiet disbelief, Floriana shook her head. “Okay, let’s try something else. If they’re not working, there’s no use in pushing it. I have something.. Stronger.” Her gaze held up to the other girl’s eyes, she examined her with a quick look. Intuition never failed, did it?

“I think I accidentally doubled up on the pain meds. Stupid things make me loopy so I can’t remember.” Maggie only knew she felt sick to her stomach with an extremely unpleasant burning sensation. It was like her nerves were on fire. Did pain meds do that? The tiny brunette gave an apologetic half-smile.

#//awh let me hug hER! #( interaction ) #@slayyourdemonsdarling

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“Well, I think it makes you look a little lost.” She pondered for a while, taking a sip of her drink. “But it also scares people off -- in a way.”

“I meant no offense by that, sorry.”

“I just wanted to get a drink first. I just like to think that the blood makes me look tougher.” 

#//omg he's cessations and she's a gang doctor for the revelations #//this shall be good #( interaction ) #@tommyvanwheele

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“I don’t know where she is.. but.. You can leave her a message, if you want. I haven’t seen her in a couple of hours, I guess? I mean - things are always busy around here.” 

“I’m okay. I think.” Daniel said, looking around the room. “Actually I was looking for Mikaela but… she’s not here. Again.”

#// omg bless him poor soul #( interaction ) #@danieludinov