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[color=#837E7C]Just when she thought she had a proper footing, something [i]else[/i] came her way-- that something else being a large, broad-shouldered man by the name of Simon. 

Whatever wind she had left inside of her was expelled completely as Jules and Simon tumbled a couple feet from the door. The world whirled around her and her entire left side exploded in a deep, searing pain. Yeah, that was probably a bruised rib or two. Maybe even cracked. Luckily it didn't [i]feel[/i] like it was broken as she laid underneath Simon's crushing weight. Another set of coughs left her as she fought to wriggle her way out from underneath the tall man. Ugh... too heavy... she almost couldn't breathe. She struggled for a few more moments, only [i]slightly[/i] pulling herself out from underneath Simon as she was able to grant herself enough breathing room. Alright, good. Now she was uncomfortably stuck underneath the large man instead of being smothered under his weight. Jules let out a low groan of pain, her fingers digging into the dirt. She needed to get out of this situation. Those strange ghosts, what were they? There was no other explanation for her other than the fact that she was either dying, hallucinating, or both. 

A shadow loomed over them. Worried that the black-haired man had come around to finish the job, she turned her eyes skyward. Instead of being met with the menacing aura of the stranger, she was met with a more terrifying sight. That kid had come around again. Sonny? Doony? She didn't even know anymore, nor did she care. [color=#41A317][b]"Christ..."[/b][/color] she muttered under her breath as she shifted again. Every movement she made [i]hurt[/i]. Simon's weight rested mostly on her side now, and blood steadily poured from her nose. She'd have to fix that. Wonderful. [color=#41A317][b]"Listen kid, if I were you, I'd get away from here. There's this crazy man with a--"[/b][/color]

There was that round woman again with the man in steel armor. Jules fell silent as she watched intently. The armored man stepped to the side, presumably toward the man with the ghost. There was some sort of conversation, one that didn't make sense-- before she heard the suggestion of drinking. Drinking. At a time like this? That man... he couldn't be sane. Then again, was anyone here sane? Was [i]she[/i] the one that was crazy? Jules fell silent, mulling over the fact. Maybe she was seeing ghosts because this kid already drove her to drink.

[color=#41A317][b]"I could use a drink right about now. A nice glass of wine or some nice whiskey,"[/b][/color] muttered Jules in a somewhat tired and melancholy tone before she once again broke out into a series of frantic squirms. [color=#41A317][b]"O-oi, Simon, would you [i]actually get the hell off of me?[/i]"[/b][/color] [/color]