Fries Before Guys

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Coding on Blue Moon is still new to me,
so this is going to be simplicity at its finest my lovely
friends. And since I'm adorable, I can get away with
being lazy like this and you guys won't care :3...

(no but seriously, I'll fix it later... maybe...)

 

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idk if i did this right but

ooc;; I couldn't wait

+ Blaze shoved the back of her hand against her chin to wipe the dripping water that failed to go properly into her mouth. Not the first time she'd completely missed, and definitely wouldn't be the last. Caramel eyes darted to the side, hoping her failure hadn't been noticed. Eh, oh well. Does self confidence even matter anymore? She rolled her eyes at her own thoughts. Duh. Twisting the canteen closed, she secured it back into the bag on her lap. Her head fall back onto the concrete wall. Or was this dirt? God, who cared. It was hot and that's all the ginger could focus on. And this was coming from a girl who was born and raised in the heat, adored the flexing waves steaming from the pavement in July. She didn't even want to hear the complaints, but oh, she knew she would. They were inevitable. A deep breath unknowingly passed through her dried lips. Flickering her eyes towards the only other human in the dirt infested room, Blaze smirked. "Whadaya say, babe? Make out session in the chilly weather? I'm sure you need a little Blaze in your life right about now." The poor thing chuckled at her own use of her name, unable to hold the straight face she typically prided herself in. It was the heat. Yep, definitely the heat making her loopy.

It was absolutely not that fact that her life had been completely uprooted and demolished a few months ago and she had yet to deal with that. That's absurd you would even suggest it. Because when somebody has their life utterly destroyed by beings that weren't even actual beings, ones that didn't need the essentials of food, water, oxygen even to survive, that doesn't take a toll on them. Especially if said person didn't particularly enjoy conflict or the need to have feelings. As thoughts of such began to swirl within her mind, Blaze quickly blinked them away, imagining them as clouds being blown further and further opposite of her until they were nothing. She hadn't even realized her eyes had closed until she opened them again. Axel hadn't responded yet, so should couldn't have been gone too terribly long. Thank god. The last thing I need is for him to notice.

 

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Jiwon's eyes roved about behind his closed lids, dark gaze swiveling back and forth as noises of splashing and other mediocre needs sounded throughout the confinement of their location. Did she realize who she was talking to? No. She obviously doesn't, but whatever. He had long ago gotten used to switching out with Axel in the middle of a conversation with Blaze. Although very tedious, he would usually explain to her she was no longer in the presence of a happy-go-lucky camper, but instead a dark and broody one. Today, however, he kept silent as she drunk her water, throwing him some sort of mix of flirtatious sarcasm. To this he rolls he eyes, then slightly bares his dark obsidian eyes to the heated world. At present, he was shirtless, courtesy of a certain anti-heat attention maniac. The dark backpack sitting on the ground by his feet caught his attention, but Jiwon already knew the kind of cover he sought for would not be found. For convenience sake, he'd given up the luxury of his favorite dark hood and instead opted to always be shirtless. Less packing space taken, more room for food. So Jiwon was stuck shirtless the entire journey to wherever they would go, escaping and running like cowards he couldn't stand to be. Obviously Jiwon had his own policy to this whole end-of-the-world business, and that policy included taking on these crappy junkyard robots head on til they all exploded in one brilliant fireball. But he wasn't stupid. Actually, Jiwon detests stupidity. Hence, he wouldn't be taking on advanced human lifeforms on his own without the proper tools. One tool being Axel's girlfriend. Annoying company, but a comrade nonetheless.

"AB, I don't have time for your bullcrap sarcasm. You want conversation? Go talk to the wall. Your babe ain't here." He growled under his breath then, pushing away from the wall he had been previously leaning on. This world was crashing and burning, and every second second filled the cold hearted man with excitement. They all deserved every second of it, every death that this ridiculous human beings dealt with. Jiwon didn't believe in crap like karma, but if he did, he'd say this apocalyptic mess was the biggest bitch life could throw back at everyone's faces. And he loved it. Where are those big tough guys now, with their touchy hands and their wicked grins? Dead. He absolutely hoped they were tossed about the ground like puke, faces barely recognizable. If he could get a picture of it, life would be even better. But for now, a mental picture works just fine.

 

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+ Blaze heaved a sigh that ended with her tongue hanging from her mouth. Of course mister sunshine and rainbows would pay a visit at times when her personality took a more playful turn. Oh well, its not like she couldn't tease Jiwon. It just wasn't as fun. Or at least not in the same way that would end in some kind of physical romance. Dysfunction at it's finest, and she loved every second of it. Picking herself up from the ground, Blaze crept to the window just to double check their safety. Never hurt, and either way it had become a habit. The seemingly abandoned town was eerily quiet, no sounds except the occasional scury of an animal or a door being nudged by the soft breeze. If it wasn't so hot, maybe it would have been a good day to rumage for goodies. "I think we're all clear," she said more to herself than the Korean. Throwing a smile over her shoulder, she addressed him a tad more. "If you're up for sonethig steamy." But she understood, they were different. Literally two different people. Her grin was less tease than her "Blazin'" suggestion, more soft and genuine. Even still, Blaze remained on her guard full time around Jiwon. He was a firecracker, and she couldn't ever exactly pinpoint his motives. To her, that was his best and worst quality and she adored it.

Standing up, she went back over to her pack and threw it on her shoulder. Bending once more, soon the ginger was equipping her crossbow as well. It was practically her child. "But seriously, if we're traveling today then now would be the time to go. No electrical buzz, no awkward silence." Survival wasn't her biggest strong suit, but the ginger had been a faster learner. When her home had been named unsafe in her book, Axel was the first person she went to. He was her best friend and something his catastrophic wouldn't change that. In a sense, he was really her own family. She'd never tell him that, for two reasons. One was that he probably already knew that, and she wouldn't bother voicing it. The other reason was his larger than life ego. It was already big enough. And she loved every ounce of it.

 

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He had been weak. He had been pathetic. He hadn't been strong enough. He hadn't been fast enough. Jiwon had always been invincible, no one had the audacity to cross him, and those who did immediately learned of the harsh consequences messing around with him gave. And yet... Yet this invincible man had never felt more helpless and lost in his life than he had the day he was standing in that doorway. His expression had been blank, but it was a facade slipping little by little. An eyebrow twitch, a flicker of his finger, the heavy breaths he had taken. His control was disappearing and he knew and hated it. Jiwon was a man who was always in control-he thrived on it and everything fell apart when control was taken from him. Inch by inch that control escaped just out of his finger tips, out of his reach as he had felt like he could do nothing but watch hopelessly. Watch as her body had been ushered into the coroner, watch as they had moved her onto the metal table and then slid her into a freezer. His fists were clenched so tightly he could feel his nails piercing his skin, a sudden warmth spreading on his palm. This was not the time and place for any of those kinds of thoughts. Looking back at Blaze, he loosened his grip on his hand and used the injured body part to grab hold of the backpack strap and heaved it onto his shoulder. The pain was a welcome feeling compared to his memories and the incomprehensible ache in his chest. Still, his expression remained passive, almost bored and disinterested in life, before turning on his heels and making a beeline for the door. Jiwon hated those tech hearted bastards, more than anyone would ever understand. They had taken his life and turned it into more of a hellhole than it used to be.

Wait. No. That's wrong. Didn't he remember? Robots were wires and bolts, he was the real problem in his life, not them. He should have been stronger, he should have been faster, he should have been careful. It was his fault anything had happened to her and not one day goes by where the touch of her skin didn't haunt him, the ice that frosted her flesh and gave him no choice but to accept the worst. She was gone, and it was all his fault. He made sure his mind knew that fact very damn well... "Let's go. Don't fall behind, I'll leave you to die and rot on your own." No he wouldn't, but he'd be damned if he ever admitted to feeling a sense of protection over Axel ever since that day, and that protection unwillingly extended to the irritating orange haired bitch he had to put up with. However, there was something he wouldn't let go. It was a subtle remark about him being up for something "steamy" as she had so eloquently worded it.

He halted before he existed the crappy shelter they had resided in for a short break, waiting with hawk eyes until she came close. Then without a warning, his arms shot out and gripped her wrist tightly, pulling her flush against him before using his body weight to pin her against the wall beside the door. There was barely an inch of space between their lips, and his smirk was wicked. Now this he knew how to do. Wallowing in sorrow and returning to an unchangeable past was a torture he put himself through when he needed a heavy doseage of pain. But this? This was nothing. This was boredom in the form of a tease he knew would drive her wild. It did nothing to him, but already he could feel the pressure of Axel's presence weighing on his mind, full on alert to what Jiwon was doing to his girlfriend, and not being able to do a damn thing about it. Bet you wish this was you, bastard. Enjoy.

Their breaths mingled, his eyes glaring into her own with a raw intensity. She wanted heat? Fine. ""AB, don't test me..." His words were barely a husky whisper, his usual low tone falling even deeper. Then his hands started traveling and exploring, beginning with a gentle touch on her throat, then trailing downward toward her breasts, not giving a damn to how bold he was being. He was in control, and it felt empowering. His finger dipped where it shouldn't have, a barely there cleavage he was toying with until he just held onto one mass in his hand. Oh Axel was really pushing at his conscious now, fighting for control. Then his lips were on her throat, nipping and teasing until he reached her ear, his other hand caressing her hip with slow and sensual rubs on her exposed skin. "Looks like Axel's Bitch is feeling pretty damn needy for some other man." Those were his last words he breathed into her ear. Then he stopped. As if nothing had happened, he pushed himself off her body and turned the door handle quickly, exiting the building. "Let's go!"

 

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+ Blaze lifted her bow to check the strings and all of the fancy mechanics of the underside, simply to ensure that nothing had lodged it's way into the weapon. Once before, she'd gotten a rock stuck within the cords and had almost gotten herself killed as the bow disabled. Never again would a mistake like that be made on her part. Jiwon's dark voice had her preparing for the outside world as he confirmed he was ready to go, though not the nicest of ways. A simple "C'mon" would have sufficed quiet nicely. Her mind began turning as Axel's words replayed in her ears, the warning she'd never dare forget. As if that were even possible. The fear laced within her boyfriend's eyes was enough to scare her into a traumatic episode. She hadn't experienced him so, distant before. Of course there had been the occasion time, before she was aware of the DID, when things seemed off with the Korean. But it wasn't anything like the conversation carrying probably the most useful information she would ever take in. With her thoughts already in a jumble, she murmured a "mhmm." and paired it with an eye roll. This tough guy act, even if it actually wasn't, was all too familiar. It was almost, entertaining. Except when robots haunted every corner. Then it got pretty damn useful.

In a quick motion, Blaze had been pinned against a wall. Jesus, does this guy know how to give a wake up call or what? If he'd been a robot, her distracted ass would be dead right about now. Even if her mind was off in La La Land, his grasp wasn't all that necessary. The aura of the man didn't change, but his game sure did. The ginger felt her strength slipping away as a new spark of temptation lit within her core. He was being a dick and both of them knew it. Her mind ached one word. Axel. Ha, if only. As if the close proximity wasn't enough, Jiwon slipped his hand downward from her collar. I hate you so much. But honestly, she didn't. Not a bit. Okay, well maybe there was a tiny sliver of anger if she really dug deep enough, but the darkness that consumed this alter was surprisingly arousing. She'd never thought herself to be into the doom and gloom of a man who literally hated humanity and everything about it, however here she was letting one use her to his will. Her lips tempted to curse Axel's name, but thank the higher powers her mind still worked at this point because she didn't want to get some spiteful lecture about the difference between the two people. Dealing with this son of a gun alter was enough of a pain, in more than one way. She attempted to match his grin, though she wasn't as sadistic as this guy. Nonetheless, it was challenging. "What can I say? I have a weakness for a hot body." 'Axel understands.' Don't you dare speak his name to Jiwon. You know you don't want to deal with the possibilities.

With sexual frustration as her bolded emotion, she finally let out a breath as Jiwon stepped outside. "God, shit, damn, freaking... " Curses flew from her lips in the next exhale, silent so he wouldn't feel the pleasure if hearing what he'd done to her. The lust in her eyes flaunted that factor enough for her liking. She gripped her bow tightly and turned her body around the door frame, following a few paces behind the Korean. The sun instantly bore into her skin and Blaze groaned. "I'll need more water soon." Whether or not he cared, she might as well let him know they'd have to make a scavenge soon. In previous, she might have felt more comfortable going off by herself to just go look. But... she couldn't bring herself to leave Jiwon. Last time that happened, he was gone for days and whenever Axel returned everything was different. So, she remained. Her steps traced those of the men she both hated and loved, in a world where nothing was certain anymore.

 

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The moment he stepped foot through the rotting door, the sun scorched his skin with a vengeance far worse than he had been anticipating. The second his torso was assaulted painfully, heat and pain combined with a deadly combo, and the words under his breath damned Axel to hell for ever suggesting Jiwon travel this apocalyptic world without proper covering. His patience was wearing thinner than a sheet of paper, and his anger was shattering his reasoning beyond logic. This wasn't good. If his mind wasn't in tact and techheads decided to invade during his lowest moment, he couldn't guarantee his own safety, let alone that of Blaze, and somewhere extremely deep inside him was left unsettled at the thought. Refusing to akcowledge his mental state and his physical anguish and pissy mood, Jiwon trudged onward without glancing behind him to check if the chick was following or not. She was a damn child to him, the kind that looked lost and broken in the eyes but stupidly smartassy and brave all at the same time, and he couldn't decide how he felt about that awkward combination. Perhaps he had learned to tolerate her because of Axel, or despite the disgust that curled his innards, maybe he should learn to accept he hated her company but... possibly not as much as everyone else's. His lips turned into a sneer. If his head was idiotic enough to accept her, then right now he needed a dose of sadism in his life to balance out feeling sick to the stomach. At the sound of her voice, Jiwon's body turned to seek the female companion, hoping her facial expression revealed how disheveled she truly felt about his sexual teasings from earlier. But then something flicked his attention away before he could focus on her features. A single shadow. Two arms, a head. Human? No. There were no survivors in the area, he had made sure of that without a doubt, and his skills were high above the average human when it came to surviving, experience a best friend he both cherished and detested. Right now, the relationship leaned more toward the cherish spectrum as instinct told him what he already knew: They were here. The bashed open window held no curtain on the second floor, leaving a gaping wound on the wall's façade. Blaze and him had sought a temporary shelter from the dangers in a broken down two story family home. Those bastards weren't there before, what suddenly alerted them to their presence?

Then the shadow became a body and Jiwon's muscles tightened in horrid anticipation. Give me your worst Memories. Of all freaking times, his memories consumed his mind. The screaming, the desperation, the helpless abyss he had fallen into. Those damned red eyes. Caught. Fuck. It all happened in such a blur from the moment Jiwon's dark eyes connected with the piece of tech crap's gaze, and it was the adrenaline that kicked in two seconds too late. A piercing pain erupted from his leg, and another almost followed suit but the initial pain was more than enough to knock him out of his depressive stupor. Whatever recollection of memories had tied his legs to the ground quickly faded, and before another bullet could hit, Jiwon was running to the side, a rain of weapons coming behind him. He wasn't one of those idiots that shouted out the most obvious, so there's no point in warning Blaze to the immediate threat she'd be able to see with her own eyes. With an extra dose of adrenaline pumping through his bloodstream, Jiwon made it behind a covering of a rusty and abandoned car in the nick of time, a click from something ringing in his ears. No time to fixate his attention on the blood beginning to seep into his blue jeans. Keep moving. This ceasefire won't last long. Think. Breathe.... Blaze! Keeping his body safely hidden, Korean twisted his upper half to look and see if he could find where the orange haired bitch could be. Once he saw her, a breath he hadn't realized he was holding released, and that simple action aggravated his very soul. Rolling his eyes, Jiwon looked back up at the open window. No one. Crap. Where did he go? If Jiwon's military background served him any use at all, right now was the best time to stick his hand into the useless knowledge Preston accumulated during his life and grab something he could actually use. He stopped shooting. He didn't give up, hell no. Then what the hell is it doing...? Then it hit him. The click from earlier. The bastard was out of bullets. Jiwon closed his eyes and then placed his bets on that conclusion to stand up like a total idiot.

One... Two.... Three... Four... The seconds passed by and nothing happened. Use the time wisely, idiot! Either this robot was gone to replenish his ammo, or the trigger happy piece of crap was a close combat fighter and was waiting for Jiwon to leave himself open to attack. "Blaze! Get your ass over here now!" There's the detail he had missed. Blaze hadn't been targeted. Which meant only one thing. Fuck my life, it's a freaking cop rat. As if his past didn't already haunt him enough. His face was all over these creep's Most Wanted list, and Jiwon was close to exploding, channeling his anger and bitterness into a slew of curses. "Dammit! Stay there!" If she were near him, that would only put her in danger, and despite every fiber of his being that denied her existence meant something to him, he couldn't stomach the idea of her getting hurt. Not after what happened just last month... Swallowing the lump in his throat, his eyes turned harsh, looking around for wherever this robot would go.

The government had created two kinds of metal artificial intelligence: the Medics and the Cops. Cop robots were programmed to seek whoever was on their Most Wanted and exterminate them. Medics were the ones that went haywire and sought to kill the entire human race for a bunch of deadly diseases or some ridiculous story Jiwon never cared to remember. Point was, they were killing everyone. Cops were the good guys, but for Jiwon, they were bad, bad news. He huffed then, running one hand through his hair and looked over at Blaze. "AB. Go to 3rd Ave. Rendezvous at the corner store there. Grab whatever supplies you can find, I'll meet you there." As he spoke, a shadow was slowly approaching from behind, and once it was a few meters away, Jiwon turned around and faced it head on.

Black, white, and gray slick hardware stared back, bright red lights for eyes giving Jiwon a look that mirrored that of a broken man. This crap was gearing for a fight, gun tossed aside. Jiwon grinned wickedly. A battle with internal emotions was his demise, but anything physical and the man was more than ready to oblige. "Jiwon Lee," the drone spoke, causing the Korean to twitch and glare spitefully. Did no one know what a freaking Korean name was supposed to be read? Instantly, he spoke up before the metal piece of crap could continue. "Lee Jiwon. Get it right, bastard." His voice obviously startled whatever technology was running his hardware. Not even acknowledging the words spoken, the drone continued. "You are under arrest for theft, fraud and forgery, homicide, assault & battery, arson, rape, racketeering, and vandalism. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney, and to have an attorney present during any questioning. Are you going to resist your arrest yet again, Mr. Lee." By the end, Jiwon was ready to take a nap. Anything else you got on me? Looking back at Blaze one last time, Jiwon glared. "Go." And that's when the cop decided to attack. A hard material landed a solid punch into his face with enough strength to throw him backward and land on the floor a few feet away. "Goddammit! Go, Blaze!" He grit out angrily, but the look in his eyes was far from anger. His lips curved into a wicked smile, feeling the familiar rush to his mind take over, a high from the hatred and the power from being in a fight. Eyes gleamed with passionate joy of the most twisted kind. This battle was gonna be one hell of a stress reliever.

 

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+ Blaze had a tough time expressing her emotions, or rather the personal ones. Feelings that had her horny or flirtatious were easy, even sorrow in a way. It was the raw pain and guilt that had her choking up in certain situations. She didn’t share her deepest and darkest secrets with anybody. Not anymore. The single man she opened up to was dead and there wasn’t a thing to be done about. Her secrets died with him and now there wasn’t a soul in the world to use her faults against her. Sure they could pry. They could name off random slivers of her being and see whenever she made the slightest gesture ensuring they’d hit their target. But they wouldn’t have the honor of hearing her pain first hand. Michael had been the only one she’d share it with and that wasn’t going to change now that he was gone.

Emotions got you killed in this world. There wasn’t room for sympathy or mercy. Blaze had never been one to forgive and forget anyways, back when the world wasn’t controlled by metal beings. Now that it was basically one mash pot of shit and robots, why should that falter? If anything, it should become law to the ginger, which was more so the case. She had hardened. Had Axel noticed, he had yet to mention it. The majority of her wanted him to be okay with it, accept it and love it. There was a small fraction that just… didn’t care. It was how she survived and she didn’t want to chance herself just to please one person, risking her own life in the process. She had shut down that part of her brain, the emotions and the feelings. Except when it came down to the damn men in her life. Fucking men. Three in particular. Michael. He was her mental Siamese twin. Though a year and a half older, the pair were identical in their personalities in most ways. He was a tad more logical and in his head than she, Blaze running more on free will and lack of thought. While her motto was “Act first, think later.” Michael was the opposite. But that’s what made them perfect for one another. And now he was dead. Murdered. Fucking men. Axel. He had broken through almost every single wall, every shield, killed every guard and kicked the doors into her mind. He’d gotten her to feel an emotion she had always faked. He’d gotten her to love him. Complete infatuation. She refused to acknowledge it fully. Love was such a high risk. She didn’t want to admit it, but Blaze knew herself. She knew she was in love. Axel was the only person she would ever dare to speak about it to, since ya know he is the one involved. Perfectly painful, love. Destroyed her heart as much as it mended it. Fucking men. Jiwon. How the hell did this “bastard” get into her life? Oh that’s right, Axel. Two people in one, what a lovely way to meet new friends. Well, there were more but she preferred these two over them. She knew better than to announce that. But… damn Jiwon. He was in the perfect body to drive her absolutely insane. The body of her boyfriend. Her hot, dancing, rapping, physically flawless boyfriend. And that axehole knew it. He knew how to work his way around a women and her sexual desires. Blaze didn’t doubt that he’d played his magic out with others. In an odd way, it didn’t bug her as much as it would had Axel been in control. Jiwon was angry. Dark. Twisted. Beautiful. Alluring. Perfect for her screwed up side. She hoped he knew that she loved him on more than a physical level, even if it wasn’t the love she gave Axel. It was a dangerous love. Lustful and unnatural. Fucking. Men.

She watched how his body moved, the cringed that almost had her chuckling from the heat. The difference between the two men got stupidly funny at times. But as she stared and pondered the qualities of each, Jiwon tensed and stopped. She trusted his instincts with every fiber of her being, her own bodying becoming still. The sound of a gunshot had Blaze belly down on the ground, huddling near a piece of rubble. Blinking, she accessed her own body mentally. No pain, no warmth, no bullet wound. Then to Jiwon. He was leaning. He’d been shot. Shit… Think, Makenna, what would Michael do? Well, Michael would cross the street and help like an idiot. So that wasn’t useful one bit, thank you, subconscious. “Blaze! Get your ass over here now!” What? Well, if he says so. Her eyes darted within the hallows of the street, quickly checking over ever obstacle and crevasse before lifting her leg to put her foot in the solid ground. “Dammit, stay there!”
“Make up your mind, jackass,” she gritted under her breath, turning around and lunging back to the previous building. Or was this adjoining? Who freaking cared. It was a brick building with the windows punched out, a perfect viewing platform for the scene unfolding. Her want to go and be a hero, grab him from the line of fire, was pulling at her. But Blaze knew. She knew he had it under control. Her eyes peaked above the bricks as she got her breathing under control. They watched. He wasn’t running, and he was shot. What the hell was Jiwon doing? It angered the ginger to watch. Having to keep telling herself to remain put and remain quiet was tedious and difficult work. This was the side she would never understand personally, only mentally. His violence. She didn’t hate violence, she was used to it. Though not his violence. It intrigued her as much as it scared her. His voice sounded again, and Blaze had to replay it in her mind a few times before she actually understood his request. Are you freaking kidding me? I’m not leaving you, Jiwon. The words threatened to give away her position to the robotic demons, which oddly weren’t targeting her… She didn’t have the time to dwell on it before he was shouting at her again, after the robot spoke. All of the charges seems like something Jiwon would do, so she wasn’t terribly surprised… But rape? A shiver ran down her spine.

She didn’t have but a moment to process any of it before she heard his tone. “Goddammit, Blaze, go!” Against every single ounce of her soul, Blaze took a step backways, away from the window so they wouldn’t see her run. As her steps padded faster, she felt her throat closing in the familiar hug of tears. I left him. He told me to, he wanted it. But I left him. It tore the girl apart. But she didn’t dare stop to wallow in her own fears for Jiwon. Blaze kept pumping her arms until she was at 3rd. Her crossbow was digging into her arm from the hold she’d gotten it stuck in. Her feet finally came to a stop, the girl collapsing in a nearby store. Just a few more paces and she’d be at the point named by Jiwon… but it was so far. He’d be a minute, she could catch her breath a little. Opening her canteen, she splashed water into her mouth, annoyed that she couldn’t just down the whole damn thing. Her breaths slowed slightly, enabling her to get a better view of the building she was in. Stepping over a fallen pillar, Blaze held her bow at point and moved slowly. It was a library. Interesting. She scanned the small little collection of books, walking lightly until the store had been cleared. Something caught her eye. Coffee bar. A grin filled her features and she hopped over the counter. “Jesus does love me,” she sighed and grabbed a bag of chocolate covered coffee beans. These little fuckers were the best thing even created. Who are we kidding? A bag? Blaze grabbed all of them, all freaking six, and stuffed them into her pack before exiting the building, after scanning of course. The rendezvous point was across the street. She was there within a few minutes. A bean bag drew her eye to a hidden little corner, which was soon a chair to her little booty. Bow in her dominate left hand, she aimed at the world while her right hand popped the beautiful, chocolate covered beans into her mouth.