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[slayer_fray]

Apocalypses bring out the best in some people, but they also bring out the seedy underbellies in cities.

Mel has fallen in with Bad Sorts, and has been hanging around with other people who also fall in with Bad Sorts. And it's very possible that the people who listen to the right people have heard her name now. She's a bit of a go-to girl. Even the most secure repositories of supplies in the city she faces a bit like a challenge, and as long as she's not asked to do what she herself judges as wrong, she'll take jobs others won't.

She still likes to be out and away from her empty apartment during the day, and today she can be found in one of the bigger parks, catching a nap on a bench in the sun.

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[jonadarkhair.livejournal.com]

They scrub her up, dress her all nice in dirty grey, tie her hands behind her back and lead her blind out of her cell with the black hood knotted closed at the front. She can't breathe in the smoky street air, can't hear over the press of boos and cheers and chatter that erupts on her ears.

This is it. She's going to die.

The hangman's hands are surprisingly gentle -- but then they have to be, don't they? The crowd needs to be told who's the hero and the villain of the scene -- it's just like a play, she realises, just the endlessly-retold fable of the Bad Little Thief who was Brought To Justice. She's blithely accepted it hundreds of times as part of the gleeful crowd.

This is it. This is it. She's going to die, and they're going to mince her body so she can't come back, and--

--there's a split second's nothing as the hangman pulls the trapdoor lever, clunk, and--

--SHE SCREAMS as the wood beneath her feet vanishes, crack, and--

--hits grass, crumples, struggles, falls, screams again, is she dead?, screams again.

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[alwaysroomforhope]

The Cooper farm, as far as Steph's concerned, is the Greatest Thing Ever.

Only it's a little lonely; not that the people here aren't awesome, it's just she misses her friends from Eden.

Solution: go outside and stare at the horizon! Horizons are awesome. Seriously. There's nothing like living surrounded by unclimbable walls for nine months to make you realise just how brilliant horizons really are.

Next problem: how to get out there.

Cue one ex-vigilante, standing on her hands in front of the farmhouse, grinning like a loon (an upside-down one) at the horizon, and Thinking Thinky Thoughts.