A New Twist To An Old World. ACCEPTING!

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Molly ravaged the place from top to bottom for supplies and found little to nothing. All she had collected by the end of her hunt was a box with six matches in it, a bar of soap, and an unused women's razor. She brought all of her belonging's into the emplyee's bathroom, which appeared to have been dinghy even before the bomb. She washed the layers of debris from her face with the soap and examined her face in the cracked mirror. Her hair was long and matted. It was also a hindrance. Maybe it was time to cut it.

Molly used the razor to the best of her ability to cut through her locks. It was horribly painful. She would stifle her whimpers, even though there was no one around to hear her, and continue on with her ministrations. The door of the bathroom was open and her movement were visible from the sand-encrusted window panes.

[Colonel Chip]

.Sylvia.

Sylvia watched with saucers of green as her brother took aim with a pistol. She could see nothing but then again her brother was all knowing. She watched him aim as her heart raced. She saw nothing and yet feeling the tension in the air made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. As if in the humid, polluted air there was a breeze. She took a step behind Freddy her hair brushing against her shoulders. Looking around, she still saw no movement.

.Fredrick.

Freddy saw a movement through a small window covered in grime. Making out a figure, he could see the head. He would be able to shoot close enough to make it uncofotable, and if they were to move and die he really saw no point in caring. He let his eyes line up with his arm as he exhaled and pulled the trigger, the loud boom allowed for him to feel his sister jump behind him as the window shattered infront of them.

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Molly cringed as she sawed through the last last platinum tress. She sighed in relief and looked over her new appearance. She didn't look like a million dollars, but she looked cooler without it. She reached for the faucet, to clean off the razor, when something whizzed by an shattered the mirror. The shards flew through the air and tore into her face before she had a chance to sheild it.

Molly cried out in shock and pain, and stumbled away. She tripped over her own feet and fell onto the rank tile. She shuddered and found that only a few pieces of glasses were imbedded in her skin. She lifted her shirt up and put it in her mouth before attempting pry the shards from her. She bit down so hard that her teeth ached and her head pounded. When she was done, a grand total of six bloody shards lay next to her. She used one of them to see the damage: she had six gashes and one scrape from where the bullet grazed her cheek.

The blonde looked around for any sort of long ranged weapon. To her dismay, there was none. All she could do was cower behind the counter and hope that they assumed she was dead.

[Colonel Chip]

.Sylvia.

Sylvia almost screamed at the sudden loud noise. Looking over at the shattered window she gawked at her eldest brother and ran to the side of the building to peek through the window she saw locks of blonde hair on the ground, she saw no owner. Assuming the head the hair belonged to was on the moved she nodded at Freddy as usual and let him lead the way into the building.

.Fredrick.

Freddy walked into the bar and took a look around,"If you mean no harm I won't kill you right now." His voice was blunt and had a hint of somewhat protective-ness to it. His body was tense but his gun was steady. Looking over the place saw the blood and glass but his gunned hand was nothing but steady. His glasses fixed perfectly on his nose hid his eyes with a glare from the sun.

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Molly swore internally as she contemplated what to do. If she spoke now, she would lose the element of surprise. But that would only do so much anyway. If she used that advantage, he would likely strike back and kill her. If she fled, he would probably find her first. But his words did not promise safety. Eventually she decided to speak.

"You're the one who shot me," she reminded, staying behind the counter even though it was clearly her location now. She looked around for weapons, but saw nothing but the glass. She took the largest shard and clenched it firmly in her hand, wincing when the action drew blood. That wasn't smart at all.

[Colonel Chip]

.Sylvia.

Sylvia heard the girl speak and felt a sickness in her stomach. People, a person but that would mean there could be more. Were they good or bad or were they even going to bother them. She knew that if Freddy was with her she would be safe, and it would be okay. He promised. Peeking through the opened door, she still saw no signs of a woman but the tension if her siblings arms were clear.

.Fredrick.

Fredrick pointed the gun at the bar," I shot because I don't know you dear. Now I will put this bluntly, If you try to hurt me I will kill you. If you run I will kill you because obviously there is something you are hiding, and if you come out here right now I will have someone take care of your bleeding and have you on you're way due to the enconvience I caused." His tone held no amusement, just scary truths. He was being overly serious and his voice was that of venom.

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Molly wasn't particularly fond of entrusting her fate in the hands of a man who could and would kill her without batting an eyelash. Unfortunately, it was her only chance at the moment. She drew in a deep breath and exchanged the largest shard for a smaller one to hide in her back pocket. Then, she braced herself for death and rose, in all of her glory. Her hair was uneven and her face was caked with blood.

The blonde glared at him with a ferocity that she did not feel. She felt cold and edgy. She didn't trust this guy one bit. It didn't help that he shot her. She looked at him expectantly, but it wasn't medical attention that she expected. It was a shot in the head.

[Colonel Chip]

.Sylvia.

Sylvia heard Freddies tone as she entered the door. Her bag on her back as she felt a flush run across her features, her nerves shot as heat rose all over her body. She stood next to Fredrick and looked up at him the timidly back at the girl with blonde hair in which she was almost jealous of. Her own brown hair had never looked good short, let alone would she ever have the guts to cut it herself. She would have rushed to the bloody girl in silence but Fred held out an arm.

.Fredrick.

"This is someone I hold very dear to me. And I am offering her assistance for us to be on somewhat good terms." Fredrick said as deadpanned,Sylvia knew the lines to this little skit and played pathetic rather well. "And if you try to harm her I will kill you, hurting her in the process with prove my point," He said proving the blonde hand no leverage over him. He lowered his arm and Sylvia took a half step closer as if waiting for the girls approval.

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Molly kept her pokerface on and nodded. The girl was more petite than she, but she was allied to a man with a gun. The shard would remain dormant for now. After all, he was willing to trust her; she should offer the same courtesy. She visibly relaxed and allowed her typical serene expression to enter her face.

[Colonel Chip]

.Sylvia.

Sylvia glanced back a Freddy he had approved this woman and she went shakely to the girls side, looking her over. She put her bag on the table, removing cleaning supplies that would clean the girls cuts so she could bandage them. She offered her no words just a simple look with wide bright green eyes expecting her to lend her face to the cleaning cloth.

.Fredrick.

Frerick kept his distance as he watched the girls. He would allow his sister to be so close to the blonde simply because if she had had a gun she would have atleast shot at them by now. His sister could fight hand to hand better than he, so he let her do her thing as he stayed back keeping his fire arm ready.