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"~I'm sorry~" She replied, in a singsong tone, "Daddy always tells me not to give my name to strangers..."
The menacing dread was smothering by this point and adding to it was the sudden fluctuation of the lights, initially a slow pulsation it quickened to a strobe-like effect.
"You should leave Mr. Weathermaker alone. It's for your own good."
This was the Bus all over again, a thought that scare the daylights out of her. Part of her wanted to run, another part was just too stubborn to leave when someone else might be in danger.
Standing her ground, just barely, she got out the words, "Where is your Daddy? I need to speak to him."
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Where she'd taken her seat upon the curb, even if adrenaline had spiked through her, the best Suzie would manage was a listless turn of her head.
Perhaps it was the August sun that somehow crept into the shade of the building behind her, or perhaps her system had already been taxed by the manic driving through the Driftwood down square. She felt her pulse rise and malaise spread through herself, the foggy intoxication of a loathesome virus working its way through joints and nerves.
Whatever it was, her 「Jigsaw Feeling」stood at the ready, even as a finger reflexively snapped the shutter of her little camera.
"Suzie! Watch out!" Jamie called out in terror at the sight of the large dog charging one of her family members. With a small frown, she instinctively dug into the plastic bag hanging from her arm and grabbed the handle of the tire thumper. Pulling it out, she charged herself toward the dog, waving the thumper above her head and trying her best to let out an intimidating yell, hoping her display would scare the dog off.
Critics who treat adult as a term of approval, instead of as a merely descriptive term, cannot be adult themselves. To be concerned about being grown up, to admire the grown up because it is grown up, to blush at the suspicion of being childish; these things are the marks of childhood and adolescence.
- C.S. Lewis
Confusion visibly littered itself over Suzie's face, her eyes like strange, staring pools out of a rorschach blot. Self-taught? On top of this, the way Lucy seemed to wither a bit at the mention of age was nothing short of bemusing, to say the least.
"...suppose that you are?" The broken stoicism was matched by a still worry wort, "Just...mind, not everyone is out for you, right...?" Under the duress, she wasn't entirely sure if she'd believed her own words.
Sliding off the wall, Suzie lingered her gaze on her newly minted younger sister, and took a long, solitary trek down the remaining seven floors to the lobby.
*Click*
"...uhhh..."
The animal charged forward. The captured shot lit up on the digital lcd, a moment of time in stereo with the real deal. Suzie blinked slowly as her lips shrank to a twisted spot on her face.
Very poor choice of last words.
Her heavy eyelids shot open. Someone was calling her name, shouting loud and shaking about what seemed like a bobbie-baton.
"...oh nooo..."
Part of her wanted to get up, move out of the way. Maybe run into the shop behind her and find a stall to hide in.
The rest of her nerve seemed to have burned out, and it was as if she stood entirely outside of her own mind.
Which in a matter of speaking at this moment, she did. The spirit that followed in her shadow moved forward...
In the span of the second, the dog was nearly upon Suzie; however, at the last moment, the dog juked the young photographer, spinning a full rotation before running through her legs.
Those watching the animal would find its path headed directly to the hospital.
"Why, don't have one of your own? ~Oh... wait~"
The fluorescent light above the girl burst, dimming that section of the hallway.
For just a moment, Jinny and John might have seen something - perhaps a trick of the eye- standing behind the girl.
"~Last chance~ Go back downstairs and get that shoulder looked at, else I'll have to give you a real reason to be here."
She seemed... surprised and then began stifling laughter.
"Are you... are telling me you're still blind? ~huehue~ How pathetic. Sending me to deal with a buncha babies."
A murderous smile slashed across her lips as she pointed to them, "I don't know why you haven't ran, but you should."
"What I want is to not turn the hospital into the highway after Toby's wild bus ride." Jinny looked past the girl and to the shut door of room 214, "We can leave, but I need to know that those people inside are alright."
"You leave first, I need to speak with the people inside that room." Jinny had already decided that she was not going to be scared off by a child, even a creepy one.
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