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Level 5: 37/50
Location: The Maw: The Belly
Word Count: 535
Points Gained: 1
New EXP Balance--- Level 5 : 38/50 [/center]

	Sakura had been 'whisper-shouting'. Perhaps she thought that somehow made her voice harder to hear. She got lucky, though she did cringe as Nadia pointed out her obvious mistake. Sakura covered her mouth and shot up a silent peace sign towards Mirage with the other hand. 

	[color=f49ac2][i]"Baka!"[/i][/color] She chastised herself quietly, continuing onward. Big floaty hands one-eye was getting angrier. You know who else was getting a little angrier? Sakura!

	[color=f49ac2]"How dare you?!"[/color] Sakura whisperered harshly to herself, offended, as she watched Nadia apply for Jack Ass. [color=f49ac2]"How dare you tell [i]me[/i] to be quiet! You hypocrite!"[/color] She grabbed the sides of her head as the kitten rolled down the junk hill in a tire. Like a pokemon, Bongo Bongo hurt itself in its confusion. But now Nadia was going to get eaten by the junk monster! Only at the last second was she saved by the Koopa Troop. 
		
	Sakura breathed a sigh of relief that quickly turned into a squeak of terror. The junk pile was falling, and the monster was going crazy! She had to get away from junk mountain before she was buried. She managed to get away, but it was close. The girl stabilized both her balanec and her breathing, rolling her neck. As time went on she was getting used to being without powers and was attempting to restore some of her confidence.

	[color=f49ac2]"Fake it 'till ya make it."[/color] Sakura said. She tried to give everyone reassuring peace signs and thumbs up, especially poor Bella who looked exhausted. Link was with her, doing the good, smart, and reasonable thing. Since when was being smart apart of her job description?! Man, she really wanted to get back to fighting.

	[color=f49ac2]"Come on, Mister Link! We got it."[/color] She whispered over to him, shaking herself out of her funk. Whatever issues with the vent could wait- she was beelining for hte sofa. She had to get off this junk ocean before she drowned! Often she found herself having to stop and hide beneath her pillow or her towel. Or just get down on all fours after a particularly hard shockwave. At this point her fear was numbed, now it was just a game of survival. 

	Eventually, though, she made it to the red sofa. She hooked her little hands between the cushion and the base of the furniture. Leaving her trusty pillows behind she climbed up, accepting any aid people who give to her in the process. Once on the cushion itself she rolled over onto her back, huffing. She squeezed herself into a corner and caught her breath, holding a shaking hand. They were almost out. Now it was just a matter of getting through the vent. How they were going to do that, Sakura couldn't even begin to fathom. The girl was still reeling from her prolonged near-death experience. She was just glad she could lean her back against something again and rest her legs and fingers. Though adrenaline was carrying her through, her face was red and her forehead was sweaty. Breathing heavily she just kept watching Bongo Bongo slam his hands, hoping that she wouldn't see any of her friends get squished.