Oliver

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"Aaah!!"
Ivan stumbled to his feet, looking around frantically until his eyes came to the window. A young man holding a sniper rifle was visible. 'I-I... vasn't, P-Ple-please, I-I mean no hurt!" Ivan started to hyperventilate, stumbling over his words and blanking on his English. He threw his shotgun to the ground, raising his hands in the air for only a moment before doubling over and clutching them to his chest, coughing and gasping. He'd always been asthmatic, and panic tended to trigger his attacks. Which, unfortunately, meant they occurred at the worst of times. Thankfully this particular one didn't seem to be serious. He'd likely be fine with a little rest and some food and water.
He managed to steady himself enough to stay on his feet, staring up at the boy in the window with fearful brown eyes. 'Do not... do not p-point gun on me! I go now!"

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I edited my last post. I forgot the doors were barricaded.

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Ivan made his way a bit down the road, feeling rather upset after his last fruitless encounter. It had been two days, maybe three since he'd had any food, and what little water he had wasn't clean and was probably already starting to make him sick. He passed by building after building, unable to read the signs (As bad as his English was, he could speak it far better than he could read it). He checked every window for signs that there might be food inside, but they all seemed locked up and empty. Then, through a door that was cracked open slightly he could just barely hear people talking. может быть, они бы мне помочь He thought hopefully, thinking for a moment before hesitantly walking up to the door only to find it barricaded. "Damn!" He swore, using the only English curse word he knew. Having had enough of failing to find food, he weakly kicked the door in frustration, sinking to his knees and letting out a defeated sob.

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"Спасибо!" Said Ivan, nodding gratefully and running out the door after Charles. Here he was again, back on the street and empty handed. His empty stomach growled pathetically, mostly drowned out by the low wind that howled through the barren streets. "ну, здесь мы идем снова" He said to himself, sighing heavily.

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"Glad to help." Responded Ivan, grinning nervously. He was missing at least four teeth, and the ones he had left were in less than perfect condition. Living alone on the streets, he didn't have the means to be the healthiest or the cleanest person alive. He turned back to the girl, his brown eyes wide and fearful. "I leave now?" He asked tentatively, reaching down to pick up the shotgun he'd dropped.

@Nikki Moonlight @Vortex

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"No, I did not seen no 'local markets'..." Ivan stammered, dropping his shotgun. He wasn't actually sure whether or not he had. He wasn't sure what 'local' meant, so he wasn't sure what kind of market the boy was looking for. Maybe he was looking for food.... in that case Ivan couldn't help at all. He was starving himself.
@Vortex

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Ivan found himself looking back and forth between the girl and the boy with the eagle, not really understanding most of the conversation. He assumed most of the pale girl's words were threats and insults aimed at the boy, and what little he could gather of what they were saying told him that the boy had stolen from the girl... or at least attempted to. So far neither of them had paid him much mind, but out of fear of getting shot he didn't run just yet. He decided that he'd leave only as soon as someone told him he could, or if the two older children started to fire at each other, which would give him the distraction he would need to escape without being noticed.

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Okay, so noted.

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Okay, thanks for letting me know.

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@Vortex It's cool, happens all the time.