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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2013 3:31:51 GMT
| Issac Kirsch is prone to panic attacks. They hitch in his breath, and fold over him, leaving him disoriented and struck with horror. They are the sensation of dropping from a great height. They are the threat of an untimely end, or a great, looming bother. He could have a heart attack!
The attorney was having one at the moment as he unbuckled his seat belt and sprang from the wreck of his car. Location: a four-way intersection of stop signs. Culprit: another car he was paranoid would drive away. His black Cadillac had lasted him a long time, and it would be waste to repair it. A waste to buy a new one. It would be a waste of time to wring this nutcase's throat, but the reminder didn't cool him off.
"Hey, buddy, it was my right of way," he began, his face already flushed and his necktie already too tight. |
LAIKA OF GS! |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2014 15:58:03 GMT
'It's only for a minute, sweetie'
'Walking will make you better, everyone keeps telling you that.'
Fuck that noise and all it stands for. Anna tried to argue with her parents, but it was always futile. She made sure to slam the car door when they dropped her off, and made sure to get the wrong flavors of everything. They never listened. Tears still stung in her eyes and her frustration was at a point where she just wanted to turn everything into a problem and hide away for the day. All she could think of was how unfair it was, how they never listened, how she hated limping-
There was a sudden screech and the sound of metal being punctured and beat horribly. Anna was on the other side of the intersection, but still dropped the plastic bag she had been gripping and felt a scream well up behind the knot in her throat. But it never escaped, as she saw one man scramble out of his car, and the other halfheartedly pull away and floor it. Oh god, oh god, what now?
Anna didn't know the first thing about cars. She never learned to drive, despite everyone's insistence she could. Shoud she call 911? What if he was hurt? Concussions could happen in stuff like this...
Despite all her usually inhibitions, Anna forgot her bag and got over to the wreck as quickly as she could for once, and her gait didn't look all too awkward.
"Hey..." Anna started, her voice breaking behind her forgotten woes of before, "Hey! Hey, I saw it all. I think you should sit down." Anna certainly smaller than the man, but she had an in-charge vibe about her and her voice carried a confidence she didn't even know she was using. "You might have a concussion. Please sit down."
@isaac  strength encumbered |
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