[Aya pauses briefly, her arms dropped to her sides. She can feel the cold of the gun in her fingertips, underneath the silken stains of the dress shreds.
As far as where they are, she's already had theories; all of which has run through her mind at once. So far, it's too soon to draw to any conclusions.]
action; SHRIVEL UP INTO A BIG BALL AND act like i'm a hushpuppy
As far as where they are, she's already had theories; all of which has run through her mind at once. So far, it's too soon to draw to any conclusions.]
Well, it isn't Kansas, that's for sure.
[Sure Aya, make Wizard of Oz references. Like that isn't cliché.]