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[center][h1][color=9e005d]June Fowler[/color][/h1][/center]
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[center]Location: Pinned to the wall of the MRAP by a scary lady
Skills: N/A[/center]

	The smiles and good moods ended nearly immediately. The moment Billie's voice came through June froze. "[color=9e005d]I... I...I...[/color]" Welp, there goes that confidence as Billie trapped her against the wall. In any other situation that felt less hostile or life threatening she would come up with a witty joke to ease the tensions. Something along the lines of "Kinky" or "Jokes on you I'm into this shit". But in this moment, all June could muster was how close to an emotional breakdown she actually was. "[color=9e005d]No I...[/color]" The words couldn't materialize. Sure, what June did was selfish and misguided. But there was still apart of her that wanted to clear the air. "[i][color=9e005d]Hey I'm sorry I took all the guns, but I want to reassure you that its not because I am trying to ditch you, I just don't trust any of you to not leave me the first chance you got, so I wanted insurance to make sure that didn't happen.[/color][/i]" Is what she probably would have said if she hadn't lost the ability to speak while panicking. There was also apart of her that registered that she was focusing on the wrong problem. She did that a lot. Got super focused on specific details and tended to overlook everything else. 

	When she heard Kali call out for the a rifle, June began to panic more. Those same guns that gave her the confidence to take on the world a moment ago? Her mind couldn't even register that she had one in her belt right now. "[color=9e005d]...wait no i just...[/color]" she tried to speak, coming out more as squeaking as her legs began to buckle from under her. Her desperate attempt to feel safe had inadvertently made her feel considerably less safe. Ironic really. The only reason she didn't completely fall to her knees was that Billie was so close to her she wasn't sure she had the room to collapse without falling into Billie, so taking all her remaining strength she stood while now every sound, motion, tick and click, step and shout began to overwhelm her. "[color=9e005d][i]Fuck fuck FUCK [b]FUCK FUCK[/b]![/i][/color]" she wanted to scream out. But no words came. She wanted to panic. She wanted to speak. But the fact she was so panicked she couldn't speak only made the panic worse. If she could explain herself maybe they would stop yelling? Maybe they would understand? 

	Understanding wasn't the problem right now. Apart of her knew that. She just wanted this to stop. Mustering what little she had she forced out a single barely audible word. "[color=9e005d][sub]...sorry....[/sub][/color]" she uttered trying her best to enunciate it. Trying her best to not panic further. She fucked up, and she was being not only called out, but making her situation worse for it. Before rather forcefully pushing the laptop bag into Billie that held a lot of June's remaining worldly possessions and the guns and magazines. Shy of the one pistol still in her belt that at this moment she had forgotten about. As well as forgetting the bag was still wrapped around June's Torso.