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[RedPath, ^ is Simba]

Scarlett raised her eyebrows. "Must be a heavy pack."

[RedPath, ^ is Simba]

((I'll be on an off. Folding laundry DX))

[Catie]

((KK!))

Chyna gave a small smile. "Nice to meet you. And its worth the weight for the essentials."

[Swiftfire, is Timon]

Stella absently rubbed the back of her neck, but the blood had already dried. She imagined she looked like the victim of a vampire attack, except slightly less gruesome or dead. Thinking this, she grinned despite herself. "You said you followed the pack of Erasers," she said suddenly, looking at Chyna. "Where from?"

[Swiftfire, is Timon]

(('Ello?))

[Catie]

((IT DIDN'T TELL ME YOU HAD POSTED!!!))

Chyna looked slightly confused by this question, or more correctly why she had asked it. "The School. Isn't that where Erasers come from?"

[Swiftfire, is Timon]

"Yes, sweetie," Stella said slowly. "So you escaped from the School and immediately decided to follow a pack of Erasers? Or did you spot them in another city first?" If they had somehow gotten a letter into the room Stella had been staying in, she wanted to know if the Erasers had been trailing her from the start.

[RedPath, ^ is Simba]

Scarlett gently elbowed Stella in the side for talking to Chyna as if she were a child. Every birdkid hated that.

[Catie]

"They captured me first. I noticed their routine. I escaped from them and then startedfollowing them. So they switched from heading back to the school after I got away. Probably didn't want to come back empty handed." Chyna told her summing things up in as little words as possible.

[Swiftfire, is Timon]

Stella nodded once, trying to ignore Scarlett. Finally, she smiled a little. "And now you have no one left to follow."

[Catie]

Chyna eyes widened. She hadn't thought of that. Oh crap. No plan, hardly any survival skills. Protein bars alone wouldn't last long. She quickly composed herself. "I guess so. Well I guess it was just a matter of time before they noticed me and I would be getting locked back Into a crate. It was better off."

[Swiftfire, is Timon]

Stella watched the girl, her heart sinking slowly. It's happening again... "So, do you have a plan now? Where to go?" She avoided the inevitable question.

[Catie]

Chyna paused for a minute. She still wasn't quite positive about these two girls. She shook her head. "No."

[Swiftfire, is Timon]

Stella glanced over at Scarlett. "We're heading to New York City. Feel free to come along."

[RedPath, ^ is Simba]

"New York City's huge. Three raggedy girls will blend right in," Scarlett said, with a casual yet encouraging tone. And she can bail whenever she feels like it.

[Vanillaice *there aren't any good new songs, so...]

((When I said San Franscisco, I meant San Diego.... I'm back!))

Theywalked the rest of the way in silence, and were lead to an examination room.

[Savita, is Pumbaa <3 (I...don't remember who Pumba is....)]

((Fail. But Hhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!)) ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Savita tensed instinctively, biting down on her lip hard. Jacob too looked rather wary, but he rested a light hand on her shoulder, for the briefest of moments. Was this a good idea?

[Vanillaice *there aren't any good new songs, so...]

((I was in a hurry..... they aren't all that far away... and at one point i was in mexico!))

Pyro sighed. "It's not the same as what your thinking of."

[Savita, is Pumbaa <3 (I...don't remember who Pumba is....)]

((*jealous*))

"I know, I know," she muttered, massaging her wrist with one hand. "It's still..." she trailed off, at a loss for the right word.

[Swiftfire, is Timon]

((Hey, Vanilla!))

[Savita, is Pumbaa <3 (I...don't remember who Pumba is....)]

((SWIFTY! Hi. I need someone to talk to.))

[Swiftfire, is Timon]

((Erm. I have to go take my dog for a short walk right now, sorry.))

[Vanillaice *there aren't any good new songs, so...]

((Whataboutme?))

Pyro nodded. "I understand...." Just then a doctor walked into the room. THey were of course, wearing a spotlessly white coat.

[Swiftfire, is Timon]

((Back, haha!))

[Savita, is Pumbaa <3 (I...don't remember who Pumba is....)]

((Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!))

Savita's jaw clenched, and she took strained breaths through her nose, steeling herself. You'll live.

[Vanillaice *there aren't any good new songs, so...]

((I almost got stung by a three foot jellyfish.))

Pyro immediately lapsed into worried mode. "Her arm!" She whimpered out.

((WHO WANTS TO PLAY THE DOCTOR?!))

[Savita, is Pumbaa <3 (I...don't remember who Pumba is....)]

((Not me, I'm...brain dead.
Ouch!!!))

Savita bit her lip to hide a small smile: Pyro was a pretty good actress.

[Savita, is Pumbaa <3 (I...don't remember who Pumba is....)]

((Not me, I'm...brain dead.
Ouch!!!))

Savita bit her lip to hide a small smile: Pyro was a pretty good actress.

[Vanillaice *there aren't any good new songs, so...]

((nose goes! *puts finger on nose*))

Pyro decided that he would be faster if she was desperate. "Please hurry!"

[Savita, is Pumbaa <3 (I...don't remember who Pumba is....)]

((*finger on nose* Looks like Swifty gets it. Lawl.))

Jacob raised an eyebrow at Pyro's acting, but said nothing.

[Vanillaice *there aren't any good new songs, so...]

((Hey Swifteh?? *puppy dog look*))

Pyro added a stifled sob, and drew on a deer-in-the-headlights look.

[Savita, is Pumbaa <3 (I...don't remember who Pumba is....)]

((*ginormous eyes* Swiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiifty?))

[Swiftfire, is Timon]

((... I don't even know what's happening.))

[Vanillaice *there aren't any good new songs, so...]

((Swifteh? I Need A Doctor!))

[Savita, is Pumbaa <3 (I...don't remember who Pumba is....)]

((And...Did Pansy die? Why didn't Draco marry her?))

[Vanillaice *there aren't any good new songs, so...]

((Just play the doctor that bandages Savita's bullet wound. I don't even know if it's a dude or a chick.))

[Swiftfire, is Timon]

((Are they at, like, a normal hospital?))

[Vanillaice *there aren't any good new songs, so...]

((A free clinic, yes....))

[Savita, is Pumbaa <3 (I...don't remember who Pumba is....)]

((Pwetty pwease?))

[Swiftfire, is Timon]

((Sorry, my dog started whining again. I'm on it!))

[Vanillaice *there aren't any good new songs, so...]

((YAY! Swifteh is the best! Well, the best non-Slytherin, that is^^))

[Savita, is Pumbaa <3 (I...don't remember who Pumba is....)]

((^•^))

[Swiftfire, is Timon]

((Alrightie then. I may get some details wrong, so prepare to correct me.))

"Sit down," the doctor said sharply, looking at Savita. Gunshot wounds were common enough in Chicago, so hopefully this would go quickly. A couple more people in white lab coats entered the room with some equipment as he examined her arm. "We're going to have to take the bullet out first, okay?" he continued, his team chattering behind him. "Luckily, it's lodged in a convient enough place to remove without causing further damage."

[Vanillaice *there aren't any good new songs, so...]

((We lied and said she fell off of a skateboard))

[Savita, is Pumbaa <3 (I...don't remember who Pumba is....)]

((You iz the bestest.
Emmmmmmmmm....I think that's right...It's just in her upper arm, so...))

Savita flinched, then forced herself to remain still.
You've been through worse, it's going to be fine, she scolded herself.
"'Kay."

[Vanillaice *there aren't any good new songs, so...]

Pyro subtly looked around, making notes of everything that happened.

[Swiftfire, is Timon]

The doctor quickly cleaned the dried blood away before taking a pair of the hospital tweezers from another and dexterously removed the small bullet. "Wasn't too deep," he told them as his coworker carefully sewed the wound up. "We've seen much worse."

[Vanillaice *there aren't any good new songs, so...]

Pyro took on a grateful little frantic sister. "Thank you so much! I was so scared!!!!!" She whined out.

[Savita, is Pumbaa <3 (I...don't remember who Pumba is....)]

Savita had her eyes closed, and barely noticed the twinge. Actually, she didnt' really notice anything, lost in old memories. Pyro's voice brought her back, and she blinked dazedly.

[Vanillaice *there aren't any good new songs, so...]

Pyro's expression was convincingly grateful and earnest.