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[indent][color=d3d3d3][sub]Well, that happened.

She doesn’t hear Jack or anyone. She doesn’t know how she got separated. The impact of whatever weird [i]shit[/i] happened must have sent her away from where they were. Still Ritman Field though.

Her body feels awful. That becomes apparent as by the time she gets to her knees all of the food and alcohol comes out like a faucet. She paints the ground in half-digested food, groaning as the pain jumps through her back. She was used to alcohol-induced vomiting, it was pretty much her lifestyle, but when it's all said and done she curses to herself. She’s never felt the stinging, pulsing feeling that is going through her body. Something’s off. Something’s different. She doesn’t know what the difference is, but she doesn’t have the time to make sense of anything. There’s sirens blaring and she’s near the site of an accident that nobody would believe. Because time capsules didn’t tend to explode.

[b][color=black]“Fuck me. Fuck. Shit.”[/color][/b] she manages in her discomfort as she wipes her mouth dry with her forearm.

She gets herself to her feet.

She isn’t going to jail for something she can’t explain. She refuses to. 

The thoughts simmer as she moves quickly from the field. Maybe the others got back to the car. No way she was sprinting to her bike from here without being spotted. She moves into a sprint, as the mix of adrenaline and pain dominates her inebriation. The clattering in her head is familiar but the pulsing feeling in her bones is not. 

When she gets to the parking lot her body jerks from inside again and before she knows it she’s on her knees for the second time and before she can utter a word to those who had also made it to the car she paints the parking lot with the rest of what was in her stomach. If it wasn’t for the adrenaline she would probably be out like a light. Thank god for that.
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[indent][sup][color=d3d3d3]ritman high [football field]
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