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[h1][color=D2691E]Lera[/color][/h1][/center]
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[color=D2691E]"Like fuck can you have my gun!"[/color]


The security guard glanced over at his mate for a few moments, his eyes pleading for some proper intervention. Eventually the other smartly dressed guard stepped up to the seeming insurmountable task of parting the young woman in front of them from her gun. " Look miss, it's for the security of all the guests here. You don't need to worry, we'll be doing the protection for you." 


Unfortunately this display of tact didn't seem to go down as well as the two members of security had hoped. In fact Lera seemed more determined now than ever to keep a tight hold on her firearm. 


[color=D2691E] "And you're saying I should just let some random strangers protect me?” [/color]


“Well … yes … that’s our job.” 


For a moment, a single precious moment it seemed like the beleaguered guards were finally getting through to her. A pipe dream that was shattered all too soon. Whoever she was, the aggressive weirdo seemed rather fond of her gun. Too fond really, something made more disturbing by the fact that despite wearing somewhat military looking dress, she totally lacked any sort of discipline which should have come with it. 


Something that was currently on complete display as she practically cradled the firearm within her fingers. Seeming to be under the idea that if she could hide it from their view and pretend they'd never seen it, somehow reality would bend around that fact.


It didn't.


That was the moment one of the guards got a closer look at her uniform and swore slightly under his breath. "Look, I recognise that uniform and I know you be probably not been through the easiest time out there but look… while you're here … you're safe. You don't need to keep watching your back. But hey … if some thing comes up, we'll be sure to call you to help … alright?" 


Lera's face remained unchanged, glaring up at the security personnel, hardened eyes fitting between the two. And then something changed … a little softening of the eyes, it wasn't much, but it was enough. 


"Alright, fine. But if there's trouble, you'll be regretting it when I can't instantly stop it." 


And then it was over, they could relax. Whoever that bundle of flesh, metal and trouble was, she was going to be someone else's problems now. If she found her pair here, they already felt sorry for them. 


Only when he was sure Lera was out of earshot, did the second guard turn to his comrade and ask the question which had practically been burning it's way through his throat in trying to get out. "What the hell happened back there?" 


"Didya see her uniform?" 


The guard looked stunned for a second. "Yeah, military looking thing, you'd think whoever taught her would do better on the disciple, unless that's slipped too." 


"Nah, she probably ain't ever been taught. Leastways, not properly. That thing wasn't official, insurgent more like. Probably a kid soldier if you want my guess…. Ah well, best not to think about really. 


Despite having not even really believed the invitation, never having considered herself fragmented and still believing it to this day, despite the fact she'd definitely chosen to come of her own curiosity and lust for something new. Lera was regretting her choice so much as she got closer to the gathering. 


There were too many people, too many faces to keep track of, everything was just too open. - It felt suffocating. Like a weight pressing down on her chest, holding her in place. Anyone could at any moment blow themselves apart, ripping through the crowd like butter. 


Just before her fears could rise up and swamp her, almost moving on instinct, she pushed forwards, skirting around the edge and avoiding whoever else was living on the fringe. That was of course until she could place a solid wall behind her back. 


What the hell was she doing here? She didn't know, but now she was here, she was gonna try and get something out of it. 


[i] Maybe they had coffee? [/i]