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[h2][color=#FE2160]Nyt Årud[/color][/h2]
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[b][u]Location[/u][/b]: Rundown Motel; New York City.
[b][u]Interacting with[/u][/b]: [color=99ccff]Edwina[/color] - [@Morose].
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	[color=99ccff]"Do you think there's a way we can bargain with them, maybe? They're all on Amanda's leash...Maybe if we could get them off of it, they won't, y'know, kill us?"[/color]
	“[color=FE2160]The only thing in the world that would satisfy them is our blood.  Which is weird, because they already have most of our friends’ blood on their hands now,[/color]” she said, with a scowl.  She pulled the covers up to her neck, trying to fight the flashbacks of their screams as the squad demolished their lives.  She turned away from Edwina, ready to go back to a dreamless sleep.  She had no use for dreams at the moment, mostly because even in the Dreamworld, she couldn’t save in any of the realms.  She sniffed away any tears that might come spilling any moment, focusing on the names of each and every single person that had a hand in the massacre that night.
	“[color=FE2160]We’ll take care of everything that has to do with our appearance tomorrow,[/color]” she said tiredly, blinking her aching eyes until they felt comfortable.  “[color=FE2160]Or maybe we can jack a spaceship and get the hell out of here.[/color]”