[center][color=lightsteelblue][h1]ᴀᴏᴋɪ ʀᴇʏɴᴀ sᴀɴᴅsᴛʀöᴍ[/h1][/color]
[i]Location -  Old Sol Museum
Group Members - [@Pilatus][@MissCapnCrunch]
Interactions - [@RoccanIronclad] [/i][/center]

There were only the flashing lights and the sound of tires screeching and skidding across the snow-covered road before Aoki dared to breathe again. She stared at the headlights of the truck just inches away from her spot by the bus station, the lights burning into her eyes. When she heard the familiar voice, she finally shook herself out of it and turned her head to look at Milo, the man she had met before. "Oh. My. Fucking. Fucks." Aoki dropped to her knees and began to take shallow breaths while the pain in her chest increased with every passing second. Her shaking hands reached for her purse, but her fingers felt numb and her arms weak. She closed her eyes tightly and tried to concentrate on the voice around her. 

[i]I'm not okay! I almost got hit by a fucking truck![/i] Aoki wanted to scream at them, but the only thing that made it past her lips were shallow breaths and "just breath." Her hands moved over her chest as she continued to force herself to breathe normally while ignoring the pain in her chest. It took her a few minutes before he normal breathing resumed but her hands still shook, and sweat ran down her temples. 

Aoki stayed sitting in the snow, ignoring everyone else around her until she was sure that it had passed. 

"I'm fine now," Aoki pressed a leather gloved hand against her forehead and closed her eyes again. She was afraid if she stood she would have to lean against someone to keep her balance. "I think I am anyway,"'she added and opened her eyes to look at Milo and another woman who had climbed down her own car a few feet away to check out the scene. 

Aoki was alive. No big deal. Just a near death experience followed by an attack that probably lasted a few minutes. A few minutes that felt like an eternity for her and probably made herself look stupid in front of someone she barely knew and some strangers. Great. Aoki hated when these things happened, and they didn't happen very often. Back in college, she would get attacks like these almost every week a point she avoided anything that caused her stress, including school altogether. Now, she took medication to help her, but that only did so much for situations like these where she couldn't control shit. 

Another breath and Aoki tried to get up from the melting snow under her, but her feet still felt numb just like her fingers, so she stumbled a bit and fell back down on her knees. "Fuck me..." She muttered as pressed her hands against her cheeks again and took deep breaths.