#❝ ∕ 𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘺𝘯 𝘻𝘢𝘥𝘢 .

[bitchtakes]

                            “ they're  notes.  for  me  to  study  and  help  understand  better  our  cause. ”  at  least  she's  got  quick  thinking  down,  no  matter  how  ridiculous  it  sounds.  “ i'm  gonna  go  run  some  errands  though !  such  a  good  chat  though,  we  should  totally  do  this  again ! ”  @buriedwithit

[glcwbitch]

                         “    i    don't    understand    ,    ”    phrase    is    laced    with    confusion    as    her    eyes    dart    from    him    to    the    trunk    space    .    “    you    said    grocery    shopping    ,    no    ?    there    isn't    anything    to    put    in    the    trunk    yet    .    .    .    ”    instinctively    ,    grip    on    keys    tighten    .    a    creeping    sense    of    de    ja    vu    flooding    to    forefront    of    her    mind    . @carnassialisms

[bitchtakes]

                            “ this  one !  kewl !  these  are  my  favorites,  too !  they  remind  me  of  little  tinnier  versions  of  my  brother's  dog,  just  he  isn't  as  colorful  as  they  are. ”  one  thing  she'll  always  be  grateful  of,  is  how  easy  it  is  making  conversation  with  fins.  while  the  nature  of  his  visits  isn't  wonderful,  seeing  a  friendly  face  is  always  great.  “ geez,  i  wish  i  could  move  you  into  a  less  hostile  sector  occupation.  you're  too  much  of  a  sweetheart  to  have  to  be  dealing  with  new  scrapes  and  bruises  daily.  you'd  make  a  great  helper  here  in  the  hospital,  don't  you  think? ”

unable to see color, fins can only go off of the patterns he sees. they both look a little strange to him, but not unpleasant. "that one," he says, pointing to the ones with larger shapes. he still doesn't know what they're supposed to be, but that doesn't really bother him. it's just nice to have a choice in something, even if it's small.

[bitchtakes]

                            “ you'd think after spending so much time underground, people would be more . . . bubbly? or smiley? i don't know . . . but for sure not so darn aggressive about everything. a customer told me to shove our pharmacy policies where the sun doesn't shine. and all because they were trying to fill a fake prescription, like, what has happened to pleasantries? ”

[bitchtakes]

                            “ no,  no.  there  isn't  much  that's  interesting  about  me,  i  promise.  i  just  .  .  .  you  know,  work  and  come  here  to  help  out  the  cause  .  .  .  and  all  that  kewl  -  ness.  but !  by  all  means,  tell  me  about  yourself ! ” @animusvenenatus

[bitchtakes]

                            “ have  you  ever  considered  using  plants  as  natural  remedies ?  instead  of  coming  by  the  pharmacy  so  often ?   i  feel  like  you'd  have  a  good  shot  at  making  it  work  out,  since  you're  so  knowledgeable  about  plants  and  flowers ? ” @carnivorousrosesxx

[bitchtakes]

                            “ no, yeah ! i get that . . . but like what i'm asking is what you're asking me ? you know what i mean ? like, what is it that you're asking for me to find for you. and i'm pretty sure that you still gotta have a prescription, technically. i can't just . . . give to you whatever medications you're asking for. that'd get me into some really bad trouble, you know. ” she's attentive for all of forty - five seconds before her ramblings lead her to flurry about the space. “ you'll have to forgive me, please. i have a super specific way of organizing my workspace and everything is so foreign to me right now. ”

Oh, wonderful, there's nothing quite so reassuring as a zoned out member of medical personnel. Miju knows his temper is only flaring up because he's anxious, but that doesn't make him any less annoyed. "...Because you're a pharmacist, and I perhaps naïvely assumed you might have an idea of what pharmaceuticals are in supply?"

[bitchtakes]

                            “ no,  right,  but  i  will  literally  lose  my  job  and  be  thrown  into  penitentiary  for  filling  unauthorized  prescriptions.  i'd  appreciate  it  an  awful  lot,  if  you'd  stop  asking  me  to  do  so. i can offer you some over the counter medications that'll give a very tame yet similar experience to what you're looking for. but tell me more first about talks of starting a second armageddon. ” @sureihsan

[bitchtakes]

                           her fear practically radiated off her in waves as he bent to meet her line of sight. there's an involuntary flinch at the hand that lands on her and she tries desperately, to squirm from out under the touch. “ i didn't want to ! they told me it was just basic intel gathering, that i was just to try and get as much as possible ! i never meant to do any wrongdoings, please believe me ! i'm so, so, sorry ━━ i promise that i haven't told them anything major ━━ no, nothing at all ! ”

ihsan put a hand on her shoulder and shook his head. " i think we both know exactly what i mean, my darling. i had a hunch, and i've had my confirmation. " just to really enforce it, ihsan had half a mind to peel his fucking face off... but he thought better of it. " don't be so very frightened, though ! you know you'd be of no fucking use to me if i gave you up. " had she seen what they did to the people they 'gave up' ? probably not... which made it all the better.

[bitchtakes]

                            the  peak  of  serotonin  might  as  well  have  been  visible  as  she  pokes  her  head  around  the  corner  to  meet  with  sabine.  a  smile  lights  up  her  features  as  she  bounces  over  to  her.  “ sabine !  how  are  you ! ”  maybe  a  silly  question,  given  the  circumstances.  but  even  amid  the  sun  trying  to  fry  them  extra  crispy,  she's  always  one  to  find  the  light  in  the  end  of  a  tunnel !  at  the  very  least,  they've  got  shelter !  “ yeah !  totally,  of  course  ━━  what  is  that  i  can  do for you ?  a  last  minute  prescription  that  you  need  filled  or  some  over  -  the  -  counter  recs ?  whatever  it  is,  i'll  sure  try  my  best ! ”

*     EVENT  001     :     the   solar   flare . *     open   to     :     analyn   zada     ⸺     @bitchtakes .

               if  there  was  a  thing  sabine  hated,  it  was  being  unable  to  anticipate  things.  she  had  made  sure  that  she  was  well  stocked  before  entering  the  bunkers,  her  job  still  one  she  could  do  even  under  the  current,  horrid  circumstances,  how  did  she  run  out  of  bupivacaine  so  fast ?  a  huff  left  her  at  the  thought,  as  she  made  her  way  to  the  only  person  she  knew  could  have  what  she  needed.     “  hello,  my  darling,  ”     niceties  weren’t  a  thing  she  did  often,  but  there  was  something  about  analyn  that,  simply  and  somehow,  made  it  easy  for  her.     “  i’m  here  because  …  i  need  some  help.  ”

[bitchtakes]

                            " oh  my  goodness,  not  even!  we're  both  yappers,  it's  our  fatal  flaws.  but  my  day  was  awfully  mundane,  to  tell  you  the  truth.  busy,  but  nothing  i  wasn't  able  to  handle.  and  what  about  you?  anything  exciting  happen? "

@bitchtakes

"You know I'll keep talking forever if you don't interrupt me. How'd your day go?"

[bitchtakes]

                            “ nudacris is all good ! well . . . sorta kinda. he's not too happy being in his carrier bag right now, especially with all the commotion and what not. he's a bit overstimulated. but once i've settled him into our living space, he'll be a happy camper ! ” on cue, the feline gives a rather nasty hiss. “ how're you doing though, fins ? i'm sure such small spaces aren't all that cozy for you, no ? if you had a prescription, i'd totally give you something to help with the nerves. but if not, i've got some loose chamomile and i've also got it in tea form. i'd be more than happy to share with you ! ”

"i don't have much to bring," fins admits, shrugging. and it's true. he's only needed the one duffel... and mostly just because his two other outfits are very large. a few trinkets, otherwise. "is your pet okay?" he asks, trying not to seem as anxious about it as he is.

[bitchtakes]

                            “ i don't wanna talk about it . . . ” strange as it is, santiago offered her a sense of security. he never threatened or pushed her around, not like other members of the faction. she had a hunch that he knew the truth behind her place within the group. though he'd yet to come outright and do or say anything, which she's immensely grateful for. “ do you mind if i hide out here for a little bit ? ihsan and ezra made me play monkey in the middle for my car keys earlier . . . and i really don't wanna get roped into a part two. they never mess with me whenever you're around. ”

starter for @bitchtakes !! ( for lyn )

"what happened this time?"

[bitchtakes]

                            either  he's  much  stronger  than  he  appears  or  she's  got  much  less  upper  body  strength  than  she'd  realized.  probably  a  toss  -  up  of  both,  to  be  real  honest.  digging  her  heels  into  ground  does  nothing  to  keep  her  door  from  being  shut  and  him  getting  his  way.  “ ugh !  you're  a  dick,  ezra ! ”  she  whines  the  entire  shuffle  over  to  passenger  side,  only  to  throw  him  a  questioning  look  when  the  door  doesn't  give.  “ how  can  i  get  in  when  it's  locked ?  you  don't  expect  for  me  to  crawl  in  through  the  window,  do  you ?  unlock  it  already  so  we  can  be  done. ”

blah, blah, blah... that's more or less what she's saying, isn't it? all ezra hears is the gentle hiss of sand in an hourglass. pulling her keys out of reach, he finally tunes back into the conversation just in time to catch the tail end. really, that's all he needs to have a conversation. "considering you can't get me out of here," he starts, shutting the door and shrugging his shoulders; "i think it is up for debate. or... well, your point is. mine isn't. just get in already, would you? you're such a whiner."

[bitchtakes]

                            “ it  isn't  about  you  getting  it  or  not,  ezra !  it's  my  car  and  i  don't  feel  comfortable  with  anyone  else  behind  her  wheel !  and  when  did  you  even  take  my  keys  lanyard !? ”  impulsive  in  heat  of  the  moment,  she  reaches  across  him  in  an  attempt  to  reclaim  her  keys.  “ you're  being  such  a  prick,  ezra !  give  me  back  my  keys,  ezra !  you  sit  shotgun  or  you  don't  ride  at  all,  this  isn't  up  for  a  debate ! ”

he glances up at her pleasantly from his spot in her spot, making no move to get out of the car. or even to slide over to the other side, which he could also do if he so chose. "relax," he says, having tuned out of her complaints pretty much from the moment she had started them; "i do this for a living, remember? i've got it. just get in so we can get going. not saying i'm in a rush or nothing, but there's only so many hours of daylight, you know what i'm saying?"

[bitchtakes]

                            it's  the  car  door  slamming,  that  alerts  her  to  the  developing  situation.  head  pokes  around  corner  expecting  to  see  him  sat  in  the  passenger  side,  just  for  her  jaw  to  hit  the  floor  at  his  audacity.  “ heeeyy !  that's  my  spot ! ”  she  clears  the  space  from  her  trunk  to  driver's  seat  in  under  a  second  and  is  quick  to  fling  open  the  door  carefully.  “ i  never  gave  you  the  okay  to  get  inside  of  my  car,  ezra !  and  in  my  spot  too,  seriously !?  if  you're  going  to  tag  along  then  you're  shotgunning  ━━  and  you  didn't  even  ask  before  letting  yourself  in ! ”

ezra's expression grew smug as she finally gave in and turned to lead him, half-heartedly, to her car. "oh, yeah," he says, running a hand over the hood. "i see why you wanted to hide this thing. absolute wreck. dump inside, too." of course, everything is in pristine condition. as if she, of all people, would ever have done things the messy way. rolling his eyes as she moves to grab her "protector", or whatever, he slips into the driver's seat and shuts the door. "just get in."