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Miles Reed whispers "Mmh, ever polite, ever nice." Head rolled around the corner of the wall to inspect her for a moment. Confusion, seemingly finding itself taking ahold as he inquires "..What's up with you, anyway? Or'd you just come over to see if this place was still as empty-as-always?"

* Mara van den Burg passes a sigh, head shaking. "...Aika got shot, and..- Well, uh -- I thought I'd use a bit of the 'ol charm to get you something, too. Painkillers, whatever-"

Miles Reed whispers "Oh..?" He says, a pause over-ruling the air before finally interjecting "I would've liked t'meet your mother. Taught you well- Like mine, supposedly." Rearing himself back around to his side of the brick-wall. Passing a sigh, to turn his head upwards "Seems a good idea, anyway.. Always good for the neighbors to not think you're total-dick's."

* Mara van den Burg offers a soft-nod, resorting to silence, once more. She awkwardly shuffles about the corner she leans about, the metaphorical weight of the lack of response or dialect crushing down on her as she finally interjects. "...How..- How are you feeling?"
UU.T17-NETWORK broadcasts "Attention residents."

UU.T17-NETWORK broadcasts "A state of emergency now exists within this urban center."

Dispatch broadcasts "<:: Attention, community: Unrest procedure code is now in effect. INNOCULATE; SHIELD; PACIFY. Code: PRESSURE; SWORD; STERILIZE. ::>"

*** Mara van den Burg eyes upwards, the ghostly and nondescrpt voice booming through the city's announcement system. Different to the robotic tones of the usual-voice, she remains still - listening with a muted, yet slowly curling expression about her visage and subsequent face.

* Miles Reed coughs softly, eyes turning towards his side with yet-another "..Sorry." Pocketing each of his hands, as he shuffles his way up the wall in silent awkwardness, at his minds rampant explanations for her silence, which he eventually investigates through his own "..Shouldn't talk about your-- Your uh.." And, to little avail. Retreating to continued "Yeah, I'm alright."

Dispatch broadcasts "<:: Alert, community ground-protection units; local unrest structure detected. ASSEMBLE; ADMINISTER; PACIFY. ::>"

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*** Miles Reed in a similar manner, turns about at the sudden jump in activity from the broadcasting system. A curl of his lips, and a shrug "..Huh. Let's hope they figured out how to make pizza MRE's or something, I guess. Ain't heard that one before."

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*** Mara van den Burg curls her lips into a unsatisfactory smile, head lulling against the cornerside of the wall, again. She shakes her head, question about the top of her tongue, yet - never arriving.

Miles Reed whispers "Anyway, best just.. Switch subject, or something. How'd Aika get shot to begin with?"

* Mara van den Burg seems to swallow her question and subsequent pride, slowly responding. "...They, uh..- Fired and missed a shambler, I guess -- bad luck on her part, really. Keeps saying how she'd be able to fix it, just..- I don't know. SHe might have to, with the state that this shithole's in, huh?"

* Miles Reed nods twice in succession, agreeing "Yeah, had to do the same more than once. Good word of advice, is that most things can be solved with a bottle of alcohol, and a rag."  Right arm curling around his left, feeling out his injuries as he continues "That's the best I can do, though.. Never /was/ a doctor. Heard a lot more zombies around, though, honestly. Dunno what that's down to.."

Dispatch broadcasts "<:: Attention, community: Unrest procedure code is now in effect. INNOCULATE; SHIELD; PACIFY. Code: PRESSURE; SWORD; STERILIZE. ::>"

*** Mara van den Burg offers a muted shrug, not exactly sure herself, either. She remains, shivering ever-slightly as she rubs her hands together for a moment, pocketing them about the pale grey, faded confines of her windbreaker.


*** Miles Reed turns his head around the corner, a face of concern as he turns his brow up towards her "You alright..? All quiet- Just.. Seems off." Twisting himself around on the corner, shoulder rested against the wall. Glances exchanged between the Metropolice that move through the building.
Miles Reed says "Busy day, it seems."

Mara van den Burg says "...What's supposed to be going on?", question pointed towards the suited figure, for a moment. Her lips purse, turning towards Miles. "...Second, 'hon-"

[Your average Civil Pr...] says "<:: Nothing is going on, follow the directives and you will be alright. ::>"

Mara van den Burg says "...There's a friend out there who got shot accidently by those fucking offiers -- bit higher priority, no?"
Mara van den Burg says "Officers, shit."
Mara van den Burg says "And she's gone. Just in time, honestly."
* Mara van den Burg seems to sag slightly further into the wall, head shaking with a muted huff. She glances over towards his general direction, speaking. "...Oh, no. Don't worry, Miles- I'm fine. Tip-top, honestly. Nothing's going wrong, nothing.", words coated with a spiteful expression, juxtaposing her normally jovial tone of expression.

* Miles Reed falls silent, allowing himself to fall against the wall with a quaint, off-handed "..Alright." Which holds itself about the cold air for a moment. Him, left confused, but searching to keep whatever peace is left. Hand drawn towards his face, to idly fidget with. "Sorry, Mara."

* Mara van den Burg seems to contort her face into a seeming frown, clearly not exactly in the best of moods. "...Stop fucking apologising, will you?", she snarls, retorting back with as little of her usual influence as ever, cold and disproportiate in tone and innotation. Yet, she seems to sag further into the wall, head shaking. She finally spits out the question. "...Why, Miles? What did you do to yourself?"

* Miles Reed holds his breath in the back of his throat, with words on the tip of his tongue; Fear of a poor explanation pouring out as he instead raises a hand up towards his face, to drag his hair back in a moment of thought "..I just-.. Look, he.. I didn't /want/ to do anything- Go there, none of that, just.. Fergus-- He made me. /Made/ me fight, /made/ me do everything if I wanted to live, well.. At all. Full-stop." Loosely slumping himself around the corner, his right hand rested on the brick to near her. A state of desperacy in his plea, and explanation "..Just.. I-I don't want to go into details, you don't deserve it.. Just.. Imagine.." Speech closing, as he draws in loose, saggy handfuls of air in thought. Eventually continuing in a more collected manner "..Imagine going to work, and seeing.. The /worst/ thing you could imagine. Just.. Absolute slaughter. And you come home, to find your loved ones who ask how your day was. You could tell'em, down to the fine-detail, and scar them for life - Or.. You just..
*' Keep it to yourself." Lips pressed to draw a total end to his speech. Shaking his head ever so slightly "..Please don't make me go through that shit again."

*** Mara van den Burg seems to stop her tirade and huffing, fluttering speech meeting her right-ear, instead. Looking around the corner towards the figure, she seems to stop - breath bated and her expression trepidatious, and worried. She swallows, ever-softly - retorting in soft-speech about her breath as she breaks free of the corner, drawing the figure alongside her
Mara van den Burg whispers "...Oh God.", eyes flashing shut with a muted "...Shit, shit-- I'm- Shit..- The room. We can't- Shit;  Miles-- I didn't mean-- We need to go."
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Dispatch broadcasts "<:: Alert, community ground-protection units; local unrest structure detected. ASSEMBLE; ADMINISTER; PACIFY. ::>"
Miles Reed whispers "..You-- What?"

Mara van den Burg whispers "...I didn't- I didn't know, Mil- Shit! I'm sorry-"
Mara van den Burg whispers "...I thought..- Just..- Christ. We can't..- We can't talk here."


* Miles Reed shakes his head, softly, moving a hand up towards her arm to tug back on "Don't be sorry- That's me, I'm meant to be apologising." Drawing her back alongside him - Presumably to the aforementioned apartment "I just don't want you to hate me, that's.. That's all I was getting at."

*** Mara van den Burg bows her head, current bitterness instead replaced with a, while confused; sense of understanding. The duo storm towards the apartment block.

*** Mara van den Burg seems to slide a key about the door's handle, wringing the handle after the twist and letting the duo back inside the ruined, dust-coated building; eyes flashing closed for a moment as she enters. She glances towards him, and her voice drops to a hoarse whisper, once more.
Mara van den Burg whispers "...Miles..- I've been so fucking- Worried. I didn't know what..- I..- I'm sorry."
* Mara van den Burg replaces herself about the wall, blankly staring outside.

* Miles Reed follows her beside the wall, a shake of his head in a long-call for some reassurance, good-hand placed atop her shoulder "..No, no, you don't need to be sorry. I - Just.. Did what I had to." Sniffle, ending the short explanation before he finally adds "I mean.. What did you think happened, anyway..? Just- You seemed fine, yesterday."

* Mara van den Burg sets her lips closed, head shaking ever-slightly as she forces out a mumbled "...I just..- I lied to myself and pretended not to realise what'd happened-- I thought you'd fucking..- I don't know, fucking..- Murdered somebody in cold-blood, or something - I was scared. I just..- I crumbled, and just played along with what you said, just..- I'm sorry."

* Miles Reed clenches his jaw ever-slightly at the supposed happenings, shaking his head in a faint "..You think I'd do that..? I mean-- Just.. Christ." Moving closer towards her still, arm moved over to envelope her, himself lulling into her as he continues "..I didn't even-- I just.. I didn't want to do anything to /him/, nevermind, just a.. A /bystander/.." Even himself bewildered by the thought of cold murder. "I tried to walk out, but.. I got punched in the back of the head.. Got away again- Tried to walk out, and-.. And h-he fuckin'.." Eyes turned down towards his bandaged arm, which he adjusts ever-slightly as to point towards it. "Took a boot to the side.. Grace-- No, just.." Drawing her close, for a final, conclusive "I didn't kill anyone.. Period. No one- Not even him."

Administrator Février broadcasts "City Seventeen. Kiev."
Administrator Février broadcasts "The State of Emergency is rising into heightened status."
Administrator Février broadcasts "The Global Constitution of the Universal Union is hereby suspended in the areas of City Seventeen and Greater Kiev."
Administrator Février broadcasts "The Senate of Kiev hereby recalled by executive order, replaced with the emergency leadership of the Crisis Cabinet, led by Prime Minister Sandburg."
Administrator Février broadcasts "Remains safe, remain aware."

* Mara van den Burg seems to slowly close her eyes, sniffling as she lulls into him. She wraps a set of arms about his front, buffering into him. "...I..- I thought I'd lost you- Just, I was..- I was scared, Miles--", her seeming dialect cut short by both her lack of tuition and continued state, and the booming voice of the Civil Administration Board echoing about the room. She continues to close close, clenching every-slightly as she eyes up towards him, eyes locked with fear.
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* Miles Reed locks his arm about her in a similar vein, a continued beacon of hope for one another through increasingly trying, panicked times. He continues "..That was why I didn't want you to head out of the apartment.. Fact is, I /didn't/ kill him. Didn't kill anyone- Just.. I did enough for me to not die." Soft shrug, with eyes averted to the floorboards "..Sorry I couldn't bring myself to explain, last night. Really, I'm still.. A little scared about things. He-He really has gone full-out-insane, Grace." A look of fragility about him. The near loss of his lover, coupled with the actual loss of his - What could be considered, best friend has dragged the man to a state of monotone, and upset. "The Fergus I knew- It's just.. He's gone."

* Mara van den Burg bows her head,  breathing into him; eyes flicking towards the doorway. She mumbles a soft "...I'm..- I'm sorry this had to happen to you, 'hon, just..- Christ. That's why you kept..- You made sure he didn't trail you..- I didn't know. Shit..- Even when you're on ground-zero, you still just..- You just focus on keeping me safe, instead-", voice choking ever-slightly as she reaffirms the wraps about him, lulling her head into his chest. Sirens fire off in the background, and the general bustle of the city seems to amplify, almost. Something out there's brewing, yet -- the future's unknown, with the only gurantee being the continued reliance on eachother in the coming weeks, or even months.

* Miles Reed draws her in as she moves forth, keeping her enamoured within his arm. A light shone upon what could once, not be said at all from his quaking, peasant lips. "..He was knocked out when I left, didn't have a chance to follow- But.." Hesitance in his voice, as he peels out "..He knows where we live, I know that. Came knocking on the door that morning, and just.." Quickened beats, coupled with hastened breaths as he lulls his head into her shoulder for a sob-of-a "I'm sorry." Buried into one another, as time had shown to be a go-to comfort to each of them.

* Mara van den Burg seems to stare within the quint confines of her own eyelids, her head saking softly as a hand's slowly passesed towards his back, rubbing about it as to provide some sort of support as her brain racks. She mumbles, softly. "...We..- We could move, you know. This place..- It's a shithole, anyway. If we move, we don't have to deal with getting all the furniture replaced, plus..- He doesn't know where we are.", voice weakening towards the tail-end of the converse; lips pursing between eachother as she sighs, cursing about her breath.
Mara van den Burg whispers something in German.

Miles Reed whispers "Yeah, guess so.. The- Ah, tracks.. Pretty out of the question." Voice trailing, as he mulls over the options in his head. A conclusive, groan passing as he rears his head down atop hers. The two reconciled against one another in a moment of truth that blares through the past short-comings of his plan-of-action. A lack of knowledge, all around, now weeded out. He rests his hand on the back of her head, adding on "I mean.. I doubt he'd come again anyway, right..? He's.. /Really/ gone off the deep-end. Talking about this-- This.. Phil guy, or whatever. I won't go into it too much, but.. I'm guessing he's wandering the tracks by now, or something."

-JUDGEMENT WAIVER BEGINS-

* Mara van den Burg offers a muted bob of the head, lips pursing as she passes a glance towards the window. She freezes.
Mara van den Burg whispers "...Oh, shit-- Miles-"
Mara van den Burg whispers "...I- I know what's going on-- They're doing something-"

* Miles Reed's voice becomes sparse, at the sounds of 'Judgement waiver', hand tightening about her side with a continued "..Fuck-- Fucking.. Not again."

*** Mara van den Burg bows her head, nodding softly. She breaks from the seeming embrace, yet not out of malice - instead refered about her feet. She walks about and up to the window, glancing outside warily.

Dispatch broadcasts "<:: Attention, ground-units: Mission-failure will result in permanent off-world assignment. Code-reminder: SACRIFICE; COAGULATE; CLAMP. ::>"
Dispatch broadcasts "<:: Citizen notice; priority identification-check in-progress. Please assemble in your designated inspection positions. ::>"

*** Miles Reed moves towards the table, which he kneels himself beside, glaring across it as to inspect what lies outside, from the odd angle. A fear washed over him, with pried eyes that watch attentively.

Miles Reed says "..Time to go, I think..? Identification?"

*** Miles Reed steadies himself up from the table, moving towards the door unsteadily, wafting the woman forth with him "Come on- Come on.. Best get outside the door, at least, they want to check people I guess."

*** Mara van den Burg forces herself towards the doorway, key panicked yet slot inside. She twists, pulling herself through.

UU.T17-NETWORK broadcasts "Civic notice. All ingoing and outgoing transit is suspended pending ongoing counter-terror
operations. All residents comply with local protection teams."

Mara van den Burg says "...Shit-- Miles-"
Mara van den Burg says "It's those Insurgents..- Not again, shit!"

Miles Reed says "..Just-- Stay, stay here I guess.." Shaky hand brought about his face, exchanging glances towards both her, and the door as he continues "..Just gotta stay here, 'till some Units come over'n tell us what the fuck we're doing, right..? Tha- That seems alright, just.. Don't start panicking-- Stay focused."

*** Mara van den Burg nods a few times, eyes planted towards the doorway as she remains tucked around the outside of the corner, frozen. Panic seeps in, yet -- she manages to keep composed.

Dispatch broadcasts "<:: Attention, residents;  please assemble at your nearest transit block for immediate relocation. ::>"

*** Mara van den Burg passes a glance with Miles. She suddenly shouts out. "...Shit, bands!", her sliding the wrapped-up loyalist armband free of her arm - stuffing it about the confines of her pockets, out of sight.

*** Miles Reed remains in deadened silence against the blaring of sirens, and the repeated phrases of the Dispatch letting itself known through the city. A hand torn up to cover his mouth through the speech - Quaking, ever-slightly. His pried eyes focused about the ground. Eventually breaking- With a "..Tr-Transit block.."
Miles Reed says "..Train station?-"

Dispatch broadcasts "<:: Citizen notice: Failure to co-operate will result in permanent off-world relocation. ::>"

Mara van den Burg says "...Shit, Miles -- I don't- I don't know! We've just- We've 'gotta stay here and wait for help, right?"
Miles Reed says "..They - They ain't playing around, just.. Stay with me, right?"
Miles Reed says "Stay close, we'll be alright."

*** Mara van den Burg nods, shaking softly.

***' Speakers of the APC comes alive and a vo-coded voice barks through them <:: Attention, Citizens, Relocate to Designated location immediately ::>.

Miles Reed says "..Right- Right.. Come on."

[Civil Protection Offi...] says "<:: STAY THERE. ::>"

*** Mara van den Burg edges towards the doorway -- cracking it open. She pierces a soft glance through, jumping at the sudden bark of the speakers. She sets the door fully ajar, trailing outside.
***' Or, rather - trying to - stopping as she's met by the trio.

*** [A 5'7" Civil Protecti...] glances over the citizens in the block, before exhaling, "<:: Maybe we should get them all to the train station. ::>"
[Civil Protection Offi...] says "<:: Yeah, yeah. ::>"
[Civil Protection Offi...] says "<:: All of you, into the station for the relocation! ::>"

*** Miles Reed backpedals from the once opening door, hands raised by his sides with a continued "Here-- Here.. Where's the-- We're meant to be for the station, right..?"

[A 5'7" Civil Protecti...] says "<:: Yeah. ::>"
[Civil Protection Offi...] says "<:: YES. ::>"

Miles Reed says "Right- Right.. With you, Officer."

[A 5'7" Civil Protecti...] says "<:: Come on, no sudden movements. ::>"

***' Speakers of the APC comes alive and a vo-coded voice barks through them <:: Attention, Citizens, Relocate to Designated location immediately ::>.

*** Mara van den Burg nods her head, sliding free. She slowly walks, keeping mind of her speed.

[A 5'7" Civil Protecti...] says on radio: "<:: Relocating two 10-91d. ::>"