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The second that Nathan (as he introduced himself) mentioned that she cut herself, she ignored everything else that was said by the boy. She tried to think of where she was cut by the fall... before she remembered that feeling of a liquid on her cheek. She quickly reached over, and wiped her cheek... and saw that her fingertips were stained with blood.

She loudly gasped, staring at the blood in abstract shock. Asking herself questions like how, why, and... was it really a hallucination? There was no logical explanation. Because there was [i]no[/i] way she could have cut herself there outside of a freak coincidence of some sort. Kimberly knew that Nathan probably was catching on that there was something wrong. Given that she was standing there slack jawed, staring at the blood on her fingers.

Kimberly swiped the tissue, and wiped her finger and cheek off. Casually laughing at his joke - obviously forced because of how she was trying her damn near best to cover her ass.

"Yeah..." Kimberly trailed off. "Let's just find a way out... the mill is only so big."


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While Lee was doing his thing, Samson was grabbing a beer of his own. A Corona Modelo. He quickly popped the top off, and took a sip of it. Before he turned his head towards Lee... who had already finished a bottle of some kind of drink that [i]somebody[/i] brought. Tiger? Samson never heard of that brand. But, he could see the effects that it had on Lee.

"Uh, Lee..." Samson said, with a raised eyebrow. "Is this like the first time you ever had alcohol?"

The dude was just about to fall over. He wanted him to loosen up, but not [i]this[/i] much. Oh boy, and now Samson could feel the guilt of causing this. No matter. He's got to help him.

"Nevermind," Samson said. "Let's find somewhere to sit down."