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[color=Silver]	He felt sick to the stomach. The sensation had drawn his body into an illusion of twisted convulsion. At first glance, he could've sworn that his body had mangled into angles and strains. A phantom pain that didn't exist haunted his body. To have felt ever such discomfort was indescribable. As if it were on the border of agony and a simple trip kept him in a state of disillusion. The world span and the high-rises began to contort with sharp edges and spikes. The tone of the sky blistered London into a dysfunctional society of pure dread. If Laurence were to analyse it anymore he would've gone insane. The very concept of the world sent him into a frenzied fit, where his breath ran cold and his muscles locked up. To what he thought was a dream, he stroked the cold and moist concrete with his hands, feeling a very real sensation that was inseparable from the world he'd come from. He closed his eyes and hoped that when he opened them, the trance disappeared and everything returned to how it was before. Nothing of the sort happened. Instead, it seemed to just darken the world, unfade the silhouettes and thicken the fog.

	He felt the abandonment sink in once more. Like the day [i]he[/i] left him aside to drown in loneliness, this felt as if the world had taken its leave and left him behind. The rapture, perhaps? He wasn't religious. Such solitude scared him. He kicked his feet against the ground, pushing him across his backside and into one of the alleyway walls. He felt coiled in the mind, a charge of anxiety being revved up by the envious world's magnitude. Lost shapes began to retake themselves. He tried to control his breath but failed rather quickly. And that was when felt the sound nearby.

	Yes, he felt it. Sound felt like an entirely new element to reality. The sound of bags dropping against the floor vibrated through the air, sending a weak shockwave into his mind and rattling it. He turned, seeing a girl take a knee beside him. He remained frozen on the floor as she snapped into some sort of controlling position. He couldn't make out her face, not at first at least, before he heard her voice speak with a sort of professional tenderness. As she quizzed him on his wellbeing, he looked back around him in disbelief before shaking his head.[/color]

[color=87F64F][b]"W-what the fuck...are you seeing this shit too?"[/b][/color] [color=Silver]As any international individual would, in his loose panic his accent slipped out stronger than ever. He felt a genuine surge of disbelief flow through him, so much so that he barely realised who the person talking to him was.[/color]

[color=FFA07A][b]"What, the fog?"[/b][/color][color=silver] Cara asked, taking off her headphones. [/color][color=FFA07A][b]"I heard it's pretty common in England. But I'm more concerned about you, you look like you're just about ready to keel over."[/b][/color]

[color=Silver]	Laurence physically froze for a moment, turning up to see who she was. His first thought was about how terrible his mind must've been if she'd completely disregarded the entire world around her. Or was it really around her? Had his drink or water fountain been spiked with some toxic chemicals. He'd read about such happenings in America but not in London. He held a hand onto his head and shook himself, seeing if the visions would go away. As expected, they didn't. He truly was in a nightmarish hellscape that taunted his very perception. He riled himself up and looked back at her, not recognising her or the delicacy of her look. No, she seemed completely oblivious to the estranged transition around them. In that instance, he began to doubt whether or not he'd finally snapped over his own dysfunctions.[/color]

[color=87F64F][b]"The...you...don't see the...the stuff around us? Through the fog? The silhouettes?"[/b][/color] [color=Silver]The panic in his voice settled for a weary sense of anxiety.[/color]

[color=Silver]	At the mention of their environment, Cara squinted as she looked around. After a few seconds, she looked back at Laurence, giving him a small frown.[/color] [color=FFA07A][b]"I...didn't notice that until now,"[/b][/color] [color=Silver]She slowly admitted, though she shook her head. [/color][color=FFA07A][b]"I thought we were outside the university, but...ah, well--you know, we should look after you first, you look like you're in pain. Can you stand?"[/b][/color]

[color=87F64F][b]"God, so you see it too?!"[/b][/color] [color=Silver]Clearly the two had separate priorities. He couldn't quite pinpoint how she had maintained such levelheadedness in the face of deception and potential visible distress. He fumbled with his words, looking up at her with a difficulty sense of misunderstanding. He couldn't help but feel a smile crawl onto his face, unsure of what he was going through at that moment.[/color] [color=87F64F][b]"Uhh...I'm fine. I...I feel as if I've gone through a gate to hell. I...think I'm just panicked. What...so...who are you? Are...is this normal? How are you so--calm?"[/b][/color][color=Silver] The woman paused for a moment, teetering on a decision, and after a few seconds she shrugged.[/color]

[color=FFA07A][b]"I was on my way to the gym and had my playlist going, so I was in the zone...I honestly didn't notice much until you pointed it out,"[/b][/color] [color=Silver]She ended up admitting, giving him a nervous laugh.[/color] [color=FFA07A][b]"At least I can add 'keeping calm in odd situations' on my resume."[/b][/color] [color=Silver]Remembering that she had yet to introduce herself, she flashed a smile at Laurence.[/color] [color=FFA07A][b]"I'm Cara, I'm a third year nursing student here. Well, not [i]here[/i], at the university,"[/b][/color] [color=Silver]She waved at their surroundings. [/color][color=FFA07A][b]"This is pretty freaky, though...but don't worry, I'm here with you. We can stick together and see if we can find our way back, alright?"[/b][/color]

[color=Silver]	He definitely was dreaming. There had to be no other way. She seemed so calm, so collected and so fitting in this odd world he'd found himself in. When she proclaimed her willingness to help herself, and him, to get back, he felt his heart lift a little in several ways. He couldn't really describe it but it wasn't too dissimilar to how he'd felt around Fiddle. God, the day was definitely a fever dream. He'd spoken to Fiddle. Now this woman named Cara, who seemed so confident in the zone of chaos. He wished he could feel the same on the situation as she did, but felt as if he were just another failure failing to impress anyone of any calibre. Instead, he slowly brought himself to his feet with an extension of the hand, shaking his head with detest towards the fragility of his own confidence.[/color]

[color=87F64F][b]"O-okay. I'm...I'm fine with this..."[/b][/color] [color=Silver]His little smile came back into the fray with the flushed cheeks of both panic and confusion. What was even going on that day? The smile didn't go away, it continued as he finally stood by her side, holding himself up with some sort of stifled gaze at her.[/color] [color=87F64F][b]"Laurence- second year...doesn't matter much though. Let's...uhm...show the way?"[/b][/color]

	[color=Silver]Cara beamed, obviously pleased to see the guy calm down a little. At his question, she looked around once again, her hand to her chin as she gave it a thought. Making up her mind, she pointed in the direction she had come from.[/color] [color=FFA07A][b]"We can try retracing our steps,"[/b][/color] [color=Silver]She suggested, kneeling down to scoop up her bag.[/color] [color=FFA07A][b]"Stay close, alright? We'll get out of this."[/b][/color]

[color=Silver]	Even if the hope was false, he felt a flutter in his chest as her godly smile enriched the fog with an unprecedented brightness. He nodded to himself, seeing her take a sort of caring charge of the situation. And there, he felt mostly ready to take on the absolute monstrosity that London had become. All it took was a little walking around, right?[/color]



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[color=Silver]	From rooftop to window ledge, she scaled the routes she'd memorised with near perfect fluidity. There was no stopping. Something large had caught her off guard, her senses of the realm were thrown into a violent scramble. It wasn't a sensation she recognised, but she definitely had felt it before. It was something long lost to the times gone by. Years spent on the prowl had sharpen her to the strange variables all around her. [i]This[/i]...this was different. It felt invigorating, but she refused to let the excitement of it all get to her. Was it another clue toward the prey? The predator? Was it something to carve her blades into? Or was it something that required a bullet to put down? She felt a strange rush of blood spread throughout her body. A good feeling came from the idea of the hunt. She lost herself in the drive in curdling herself with vengeance.

	Her shoes skipped across the gaps and she fluttered by the flick of a grapple. Her eyes became focused entirely on the task ahead of her. Investigation and assassination. The time could be now. Would it be now? She heard the voices again. Maybe they were telling her it was going to happen. It was exhilarating. She felt entrapped by its illusive and flirtatious scent. No detraction. Only attraction. She ran closer to where she sensed its pheromone. From the rooftop, she leapt forward, almost gliding with motion throwing her forward. It wasn't flight, not by any means, but more a push through the air. She let her shadow cloud the ground, the mist hiding her body beyond a silhouette. Her lips pursed together and she let out a vile whistle, taunting the pavement with vicious speed. She hooked herself to a pillar and wrapped herself around, drawing out some form of firearm, manifesting with a weird fog-like substance clouding its creation. Whether they had seen her shadow fade in and out of the fog was another question. What they didn't know, however, was that she could see them all too perfectly.[/color]