Entry Fifty-Four

[dreamermoa]

Stop it, all of you. ALL OF YOU STOP IT.

It's not fair. S-stop. Just.

JUST STOP.

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[dreamermoa.livejournal.com]

[mrbaseballfan.livejournal.com]

Where are you?

[dreamermoa.livejournal.com]

I dunno.

[mrbaseballfan.livejournal.com]

Tell me. I'm gonna come see you.

[dreamermoa.livejournal.com]

in a classroom. there's a window.

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[mrbaseballfan.livejournal.com]

Good enough. Consider me there.

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[dreamermoa.livejournal.com]

[she burls up beneath the teacher's desk. Just like when she first arrived. Hiding from monstrous doctors to wait for a strange man in green to save her.]

....

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[mrbaseballfan.livejournal.com]

[Ness had to go the route of trial and error, until he came to the school room Moa was in. Glancing about, he tried calling for her name.]

Moa?

[If there was no answer, he was about to leave.]

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[dreamermoa.livejournal.com]

[the shadows in the room shift, and she hears Ness's voice. She opens her mouth to respond, but there's been too much screaming and too much crying, so only a hoarse gasp comes out.]

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[mrbaseballfan.livejournal.com]

[He paused at that, turning his attention back around. He scanned over the classroom carefully, and moved towards the desk. Kneeling under the desk, he spotted the poor girl, and held his hand out to her.]

Hey..

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[dreamermoa.livejournal.com]

[at first she doesn't take it. She doesn't want to touch, doesn't want to feel anymore. If she does, she might explode.

But it's Ness, her friend - and, perhaps, he feels the same way. Integra was like a mother to him, too.

She takes it.]

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[mrbaseballfan.livejournal.com]

[ Ness pulls her closer, giving her a hug once she's in range. He can feel how upset she is, even without his power.]

..I know, Moa.. I know.

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[dreamermoa.livejournal.com]

[She breaks again and sobs into his shoulder.]

Wasn't she happy with me?