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[color=A020F0][b]Location:[/b][/color] In the Hunters' Camp -> Somewhere Alone in the Forest
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	Waverley's playful smirk melted from her face like a plastic bottle set ablaze, the corners curling down into a frown. Her eyebrows knit together as Emily laid into her, her eyes getting wide and confused. All her past interactions with the girl had been good, so the sudden ferocity dug into her like a knife. She'd triggered Nancy's frustration before (it felt like something everyone did at some point), but never Em. The girl felt like her personal guide and supporter, so her harsh words were hard to deal with. The confusion left her eyes, replaced by a glossy, upset sheen.

	[color=A020F0]"I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to offend...it's easy to forget Nance isn't an old friend,"[/color] she said, eyes flicking back and forth between Emily and Nancy. It was a mistake she made often; all someone had to do was like her and she'd treat them like they'd been best friends since birth. And some things you can get away with saying about an old friend that you can't say about someone you've known for roughly 10 months. Then Nancy began to threaten her, lacking any sort of jubilance or joy in her eyes. It caused Waverley to shuffle backwards, her feet crunching against the sticks and dried leaves of the forest floor. She could feel her heartbeat accelerating, thundering against her chest. God, she [i]hated[/i] percussion. The loud banging inside her chest. She knew it was a precursor to something more, something she hadn't had to deal with for so long. 

	In that moment, their glares felt infectious. Her focus was on Emily and Nancy's eyes digging into her core, but within seconds, she felt Marco and Madalyne's eyes join in with equal hate. Then it continued to spread, until it felt like the Hunters joined in, gazing at her with disgust. But it didn't stop there. Within seconds, it felt like every being on the world took a moment to stare her way in contempt. And the beating, the beating got louder and louder inside of her. She fucking [i]hated[/i] percussion. Her heart felt like it was punching her lungs, because every time it picked up pace, it got harder to breathe. Everyone hated her. 7.8 billion people in the world and not a single one wanted her alive. Only when she felt her back bump against the rough bark of a tree did she realize she never stopped backing up. She felt buried in their stares, like they were suffocating her. Even when their faces were blurred by the tears that began to pool in her eyes, she could feel their eyes burrowing holes in her. 

	So, after stuttering out something unintelligible, yet still in a rhyme, she turned and ran. She ran deep into the forest, away from the Legion, away from the Hunters, away from the stares, the [i]burning[/i] stares. She ran for what felt like an eternity, until the running came together with her panic to render her completely devoid of breath. She slumped to the ground on her hands and knees, desperately grasping for breath, with only her soft, wordless whimpering to keep her company. Her whimpering and that [i]goddamned percussion[/i].