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Hubert Kim

"You need to stop taking everything so seriously."

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Moonscar

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Citizens of the Lutetian City State of Issunar
A pack of misfit werewolves.

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Age: 30
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 230 lbs

Species: Human
Race: Losenyu/Issunae
Affliction: Werewolf

Birthplace: Losenji
Nationality: Lutetian
Current Residence: Lutetia

Hubert is widely known for being laid back and ready for a laugh. He dances around his pack leader's barks and tries to make light of them, sometimes ignoring them completely when he feels that he can do so with little repercussion. With ordinary tasks, he tends to be lazy, but when important matters come to attention, he gives it the treatment it needs.

So begins...

Hubert Kim's Story

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Character Portrait: Mary Wish Character Portrait: Cass Lavoie Character Portrait: Arman Character Portrait: Hubert Kim Character Portrait: Michel Lachance

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Headlights sent forbidding shadows stretching through the warehouse. Through the badly patched up walls, light spilled in, slicing past rafters and rubbish to make clumsy, constantly shifting patterns across the floor. Even Arman, who had just barged in with an over-enthusiastic “I’m home” – met with a very unenthusiastic response – had hushed and froze.

He watched the pack as the cars came and went, how they sheepishly shrank into shadows, some even ducking out whilst the youngest held their breaths, terrified. Cass had moved to peer through a hole in the ruins, after giving Arman a cold glare. Her eyes had roamed from his head to his toes, noting that he had nothing useful on him; no food, no clothes, no medicine. He was here to start a fight.

When the cars had moved off, silence reigned for another few minutes.

Cass was tired. Tired of this.
The newest attack was a worry for them all. Arman’s latest victim had been found by a member of the Bloodstone pack, a prestigious, organised urban pack from Vargeras. It wouldn’t go unseen to. And as far as Cass was concerned, that was the last straw. This insane, reckless werewolf had been causing them far too much trouble. But this, this was the epitome of his thoughtlessness. Sometimes, he’d bring the bitten straight to her, unless for some reason he was compromised. But now, with the warehouse becoming overcrowded and Cass’s patience teetering, lately he’d simply been leaving them to their fate. She thought she understood his motives at their very basis but Arman was still a mystery to her. He needed to go. Yet, how? It unsettled her when she caught herself idly plotting his murder. However, options were few. He was strong, so much so that Cass could never keep him away for more than a few days, even when some of the older members of the pack would provide backup. And she was not about to risk the safety of the youngsters.

The silence was broke by a heave and a splatter of vomit on concrete as Michel, a pack member in his teens, was violently sick. The boy’s looting earlier in the day had rewarded him with a bottle of fancy liquor which he had taken the liberty of drinking all by himself. Cass had found it hard to muster up some sympathy as she’d spent the last two hours dealing with him as he rambled and threw up.

Arman, still stood near the entrance, acted as though it hadn’t even happened.
“We should go after them” he said, sounding important. “Whoever it was isn’t aware that they’re in our territory now.”

Cass snorted. Territory.

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Character Portrait: Mary Wish Character Portrait: Seri Character Portrait: Cass Lavoie Character Portrait: Arman Character Portrait: Hubert Kim Character Portrait: Michel Lachance

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Seri watched the cars go by from his perch up on a stack of rusted shipping crates, above which was the hole in the roof he had entered by. The werecat grimaced, waiting until they had passed before descending nimbly, dropping from one crate to the next before landing finally atop the crate at the bottom. “Go after them?” Seri rolled his eyes, “To what, punish them for trespassing? Tsk.” He seated himself with his legs hanging over the edge of his perch and stretched out lazily. “Sounds like a lot of effort just to make a point. You don’t see the otherrr packs getting all worked up over people passing through their territory.” He purred, shaking his head.

He wrinkled his nose and spared Michel a derisive glance, “You smell like a brewery, Michel. A brewery full of hobos. It’s repulsive.”

Finally, Seri turned his attention to Cass. He unhooked a small bag from his hip and tossed it across the warehouse to her. Inside was a bundle of pill-boxes, bottles of medicine, a roll of bandages and – interestingly enough, some contact lenses. It was exactly what you might have expected to find in an average person’s medicine cabinet – likely because Seri had simply swept his arm across the shelf without paying attention to what he was taking. Thankfully, all of it was labelled. “I ... found this, while I was out.” He remarked with a coy grin.

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Character Portrait: Mary Wish Character Portrait: Seri Character Portrait: Cass Lavoie Character Portrait: Arman Character Portrait: Hubert Kim Character Portrait: Michel Lachance

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"Hey, man, Arman. You gotta stop soundin' so fuckin' serious 'n creepy shit. Like a fuckin' old guy from the dark ages. We're in a shit hole but we've got light bulbs, y'know, pal? Just... lighten up or somethin'."

Walking past Arman was the tall, and hardly intimidating Hubert. Chubby and never without a grin, most didn't take the man seriously. He wore plaid shirts and washed out jeans nearly every day if he wasn't working at the restaurant. He liked to laugh. He liked to joke. Acted like nothing was ever meant to be grim and dark. Trying to be the one big joke in a city filled with drags.

Between the fingers of one hand was a sprite and water, in the other, a box of crackers. He boxed Michael over the head with the crackers and chuckled. "Hit the bottle like a champ, yeah? Hahaha! When you're done blowin' yer shit outta your mouth I got somethin' for you to eat. If you don't lose your stomach somewhere there. Yeuch."

He nodded up to Seri and Cass, giving them both a phony salute with the bottles. "'ello, 'ello. Whassat you got? Done stole'd some goods?"

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Character Portrait: Mary Wish Character Portrait: Seri Character Portrait: Cass Lavoie Character Portrait: Arman Character Portrait: Hubert Kim Character Portrait: Michel Lachance

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“And when people are passing through other pack’s territory, they’re aware of it, and show respect…” Arman bristled. Speaking of respect, he was getting none. He wondered why he bothered with this lousy group of children, jokers, and downright imbeciles. They clearly needed direction - direction which he could offer.

In other circumstances Cass might have offered Seri some warm words or at least a smile as she snagged the bag from the air and peered inside for a quick inspection. But she was too tense for niceties. This was how it’d always start. Arman would act like that uncle that everyone was fond of when he returned, despite the obvious sense of hostility which would fall upon the warehouse whenever he entered.

Arman growled under his breath as Hubert flounced by. Just what he needed when he was about to make some serious suggestions. He didn’t think the man understood what serious meant. His expression grew darker, just like a creepy old guy from the dark ages.

Michel was too out of it to react quickly to the light bosh around the back of his head but gave a groan a few seconds afterwards and said something which sounded vaguely like “I’m sorry” – well, it was more a slurred whine. He swayed for a little while then sniffled and started to look for something to clean with under Cass’s unimpressed stare.

“Stole?” Cass piped up, regarding Hubert the same way she did the smaller children. “Didn’t you hear what he said? He found it whilst he was out.” The smile she offered him was only a whisper of what it would usually be.

Arman remained stood in his bubble of imagined superiority.

“Are we not going to address the fact that we’ve got some posh ‘uns snooping around? Someone said something? Someone told someone there are people here?” His tone grew more aggressive and he glared around at those inside the warehouse as he demanded, although many had already shrunk into the shadows, sensing trouble ahead.

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Character Portrait: Mary Wish Character Portrait: Seri Character Portrait: Cass Lavoie Character Portrait: Arman Character Portrait: Hubert Kim Character Portrait: Michel Lachance

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"Get over yourself," Seri replied to Arman with a yawn, "You know, if it weren't for your one-man crusade, nobody would care where we lived. There's a lot of street rats like us in this part of town, too many for the sort who cruise around in cars to bother sifting through. Until you start kicking their nest, reminding them they live next door to us."

He lay back languidly on the crate, one leg dangling down from it. His yellow eyes lay boredly on Arman, like a housecat might watch an angry terrier while safely perched out of reach on a shelf, and he sneered. "But sure, come up with a conspiracy. That's probably more fun to play along with, anyway."

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Character Portrait: Mary Wish Character Portrait: Seri Character Portrait: Cass Lavoie Character Portrait: Arman Character Portrait: Hubert Kim Character Portrait: Michel Lachance

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Marry watched the arguments and bickering from a shadowy corner. Some of the wolves looked scary, others looked nice, but Marry knew to stay safe she had to stay quite. Quivering in her human form, Marry slid down the cold wall to her tush and brought her knees to her chest, hugging them as she watched behind her jet black bangs.

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Character Portrait: Lindsay Blare Character Portrait: Mary Wish Character Portrait: Seri Character Portrait: Cass Lavoie Character Portrait: Arman Character Portrait: Hubert Kim Character Portrait: Michel Lachance

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Lindsay walked the streets of her new home, it wasn’t dark out but still in-between buildings were shadows and bottles being kicked about. The buildings didn’t perk much interest in her focusing on a rock on the ground she begun kicking it around as if she was playing soccer, kicking it away with the instep of her foot, she saw it ricochet off a bigger rock and into the shadows, her interest being perked by a warehouse that seemed abandoned, she peeked inside and stepped inside, ”Oh, hello” she said with a calm voice, ignoring the men in the room.

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Character Portrait: Lindsay Blare Character Portrait: Mary Wish Character Portrait: Seri Character Portrait: Cass Lavoie Character Portrait: Arman Character Portrait: Hubert Kim Character Portrait: Michel Lachance

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"Found it! Right, right," chimed Hubert with a chuckle. "He found all of that." He gave Cass a wink, then set himself down on the floor, elbows on his knees. He made sure he was a bit away from all the yuck. It smelled something awful. Like the rest of Phantom Quarter.

"Can't we get some new digs, Cass? This place is really startin' to ware on me, y'know? Ain't a good place for nobody. Especially the kids. Not as old as Lord Arman the First of the Dirtage, but old enough to be concerned."

He looked up as Arman spat. With his anger bubbling, just a bit, he got up and walked over to the man. "Listen, buddy. There ain't no reason to get all riled up! Listen to Seri. Even he's on your case! You're the one bitin' people all willy nilly! We can't do that, bud! We don't turn into dust bunnies after we get bit. We turn into monsters! What's that whole lecture about power and responsibility? Stop actin' like you probably didn't get us in this mess!"

He paused at the hollow sound of a rock hitting the warehouse floor. His eyes narrowed. "Th' hell are you? Nah, nah, let me guess. Another one of Arman's victims? Good goin' man!"

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Character Portrait: Lindsay Blare Character Portrait: Mary Wish Character Portrait: Seri Character Portrait: Cass Lavoie Character Portrait: Arman Character Portrait: Hubert Kim Character Portrait: Michel Lachance

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Lindsay looked at the man, getting in a defensive stanse. "Who's Arman?" she asked, her eyes narrowing, maybe this had been a mistake. There were too many men inside. "I wish to speak to the alpha" she said, her stanse still defensive, not caring if she was a percieved threat. "Believe me, I wouldn't let someone do this to me." she spat.

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Character Portrait: Lindsay Blare Character Portrait: Mary Wish Character Portrait: Seri Character Portrait: Cass Lavoie Character Portrait: Arman Character Portrait: Hubert Kim Character Portrait: Michel Lachance

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Kicking the nest, Seri had said. Arman pressed his lips together into an angry line. He couldn’t argue, that’s what he was doing. But it needed to be kicked. But still, he refused to believe that he was the reason for the disturbance. There was nothing that would lead anyone who found the bodies to the warehouse. He’d made sure of that.

“New digs?” Cass repeated, her incredulity breaking through the tension. “Yeah? Hubert? And who’s paying for our lovely new hom-“

“Conspiracy? Come on the- No way could this be anything to do with me-” Arman broke through her in a rage which was equally dishhed out to both Seri and Hubert. It was soon cut off when a figure wandered into the warehouse. As casual as could be.

Cass was staring too. Please, not now. Those gaps in the walls sure made for quick escape routes, but also left them vulnerable. She regarded the girl cautiously; they’d already had enough unwanted visitors today.

Arman studied the newcomer briefly then shrugged “Not one of mine.” So nonchalant.
“Alpha?” An unpredicted guffaw crashed through his currently heated temperament. “Alpha male is right there, girly.” He jabbed a finger towards Cass. “Be better off speaking to me, though.”

Michel looked up from his mopping, drunk and dazed.
"Howdyou find uz?"

Meanwhile, a low growl ran away through Cass’s tightly clamped teeth. As someone who always kept a hold on their wolfish instinct, this was a bad sign.

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Character Portrait: Lindsay Blare Character Portrait: Mary Wish Character Portrait: Seri Character Portrait: Cass Lavoie Character Portrait: Arman Character Portrait: Hubert Kim Character Portrait: Michel Lachance

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Seri cast the new girl a bored look, assessing her and finding her to be ... well, disappointingly ordinary. He had to hand it to her for just waltzing up to a pack of werewolves without seeming the slightest bit afraid - even as a werewolf herself, she should have known better than to stray into the midst of another pack uninvited. Even a ragtag one like theirs.

He turned his attention back to Arman for a moment, sneering at his bravado, before he swiftly turned to Cass. She was growling.

His eyebrows rose. This was sure to be interesting.

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Character Portrait: Lindsay Blare Character Portrait: Mary Wish Character Portrait: Seri Character Portrait: Cass Lavoie Character Portrait: Arman Character Portrait: Hubert Kim Character Portrait: Michel Lachance

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Lindsay listened to their argument and pondered backing out, but it was far too late for that. ”Okay, miss Alpha” she said turning towards Cass, ignoring the boys. ”I would like to join your pack, I don’t have one, and I think it would be a good time to actually have one” she said in a more confident tone. ”I am just glad it is ruled by a female, a more appropriate alpha than a male” she said, adding a growl after ‘male’. ”I understand your growling, I know how stupid it is to wander in here.” she said, her eyes never leaving Cass.

Mary still clung to the shadows now behind Cass.

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Character Portrait: Lindsay Blare Character Portrait: Mary Wish Character Portrait: Seri Character Portrait: Cass Lavoie Character Portrait: Arman Character Portrait: Hubert Kim Character Portrait: Michel Lachance

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"If you wanna speak to an absolute dick, you speak to him, yeah," Hubert sneered at Arman. He moved forward towards the new wolf, up beside Cass to give her some sense of backup. She seemed to be very concentrated on Cass. Something he wasn't really fond of. The hair on the back of his neck rose on end. Ready to pounce at any second.

"The hell you talkin' about, lady? I don't think you really understand what a big mistake you've made."

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Character Portrait: Lindsay Blare Character Portrait: Mary Wish Character Portrait: Seri Character Portrait: Cass Lavoie Character Portrait: Arman Character Portrait: Hubert Kim Character Portrait: Michel Lachance

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"You don't just get to waltz in and start talking bullshit, princess," Seri hissed, "Like you have some sort of right to claim a place here. You quite clearly have no idea what you're talking about."

The werecat rolled his eyes, shifting back into a sitting position. "Cass is pack leader because we respect her. Not because of her gender, or anything else. You have some back-pedalling to do... you're coming across as arrogant. Disrespectful."

He bared his fangs in a feral grin. "That's a bad move."

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Character Portrait: Lindsay Blare Character Portrait: Mary Wish Character Portrait: Seri Character Portrait: Cass Lavoie Character Portrait: Arman Character Portrait: Hubert Kim Character Portrait: Michel Lachance

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Lindsay never took her attention off of the alpha, ”Listen here boys, I don’t have to explain to ya’ll why I’m here, I have to explain to her because she is alpha, and ya’ll aren’t.” she snarled, now starring at the boys speaking. She could feel the hate for her and the threat of an attack if she made the wrong move, which she normally did, she turned her back on the door, not wanting to have any of the males behind her.

”I have seen several packs, with numbers far greater than yours. I think ya’ll could use a hunter and fighter like me, unless you want to lose more members than you can afford.” she countered, her eyes softened as she saw the little girl. ”I do understand we are off on the wrong paw, my name is Lindsay, Lindsay Blare, I didn’t choose this life, it was chosen for me.” she said, catching her tears before they could form, as she remembered the attack.

Mary clung to a wolves legs as she was being watched now by Lindsay.

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Character Portrait: Lindsay Blare Character Portrait: Mary Wish Character Portrait: Seri Character Portrait: Cass Lavoie Character Portrait: Arman Character Portrait: Hubert Kim Character Portrait: Michel Lachance

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Miss Alpha.

Cass still found it all a bit confusing and flattering as the others flocked to her aid, but having a good blush was the last thing on her mind. She needed to have a proper think on what to do about those nosiers in the cars. The feeling that they’d been somehow compromised was strong, and as she swept the warehouse, she was only yet again reminded that she could not let anything happen to these people. A plan needed to be drawn up. But the problems just seemed to be rolling - or strolling - in one after the other.

Seri was right. Hubert also. This girl really had no clue what she was talking about. Cass had bigger things to worry about than this Lindsay who had taken it upon herself to proclaim herself worthy. She didn’t look nearly pathetic or rough enough for Cass to feel any real kind of sympathy. The tone she was taking – especially with the males – was also threatening to trigger another snarl to follow the one which had only just trailed off. She also simply hated the term ‘pack’. They were people, not animals of the sheer instinctive sort.

Besides, not many of the people in this warehouse had chosen this life, who would choose such a lif-

“You should be grateful” Arman said, seeming to be the only one to be taking on Lindsay with any kind of seriousness. Probably because he was insane. “Now you are so much more than you used to be, your limits have been stretched, you can do so many things that before were-“

“Shut up.” Cass said, directing her venom at Arman. Her voice was loud, clear. A shiver ran up her spine and it arched and twisted visibly, a scary sign that a turn was approaching. “And get out.”

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Character Portrait: Lindsay Blare Character Portrait: Mary Wish Character Portrait: Seri Character Portrait: Cass Lavoie Character Portrait: Arman Character Portrait: Hubert Kim Character Portrait: Michel Lachance

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Lindsay sighed and leaned against the wall of the abandoned building, she dug into her pocket and began playing with her lighter, ”Miss, I mean you no disrespect, I just don’t trust men”[b] she said, looking up at Cass, keeping her distance. [b]”I’m sure your male members are good people, I just have a long history with men screwing me over” she said as she opened the pack of cigarettes, and put the trash in her pocket, ”I would love nothing more than to join your pack, I feel I can offer a lot.” She said, putting the lighter in her pocket. She slid down to a crouching position, looking at Cass. ”If you decide I am not good enough, I will leave” she exclaimed.

The setting changes from abandoned-warehouse to The Phantom Quarter

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Character Portrait: Hubert Kim Character Portrait: Skye Fenderson

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He had only just been strolling down the street, ready to meet his pack members at the abandoned warehouse, when he heard the scream. His hand clung to the backpack strap around his shoulder as he whipped around, trying to discern where the noise had come from. It had been close. Inside. Rushing, the large man poked his head inside one of many broken structures to look for the source of the voice.

There, he was sure he found it.

"Hey," he said, brown eyes landing on the thin, pale young woman. Goodness, she looked like she was about to break. "Are you alright? Somethin' happen? Oi."

Hubert wasn't a particularly intimidating man, though he was definitely tall and quite robust. The weight rounded and softened his features, made him seem as friendly as he often was. "What's goin' on?" he asked.

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Character Portrait: Hubert Kim Character Portrait: Skye Fenderson

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Skye looked up at him. She began to back away, shuffling along the walls of the room. Her eyes wide. "No don't touch me... DON'T TOUCH ME!" she cried. Then she broke down on the floor crying. When she looked back up at him she said, "Who are you? Help me..." her voice trailed away before she collapsed onto the floor again followed by a faint whisper. "Water," she said then her eyes shut, not opening again.

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Hubert blinked several times in disbelief, then cursed, hurrying towards the girl. He knelt next to her, reaching for her arm. "Hey. Hey, lady, I don't got good service here, y'know. It's gonna be hell calling a hospital. Oi!" He reached into his backpack. He had no water, but he had carbonated juice. Just as good, right?

He cracked open one of the bottles with a crisp snap! and grabbed the woman's shoulder to rouse her.

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Character Portrait: Hubert Kim Character Portrait: Skye Fenderson

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Skye opened her mouth to scream as the snap of the juice and the touch of the shoulder but the man's kindness warmed her and she sat still. She refused to drink the juice though. The willing look however in the boys eyes got Skye thinking about her health though and she reluctantly took a sip of the juice. She spat it out instantly coughing and wheezing. "Sorry, it's just, my body is over reacting to stuff I haven't had in such a long time," she explained. She attempted to drink more but she just couldn't,. "Thanks whatever your name is," she wheezed. Skye touched his cheek and forced a smile on to her face. She then fell back onto her back and cried. Her eyes once again slowly began to shut and then she fainted appearing into the dream world she had experienced before again...

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Hubert sighed, putting his hand on his face. "I'm always surrounded by crazy motherfuckers..." he mumbled. No doubt, this woman was sick. Probably had something to do with being starved to death. Was probably on drugs, too. He wasn't sure.

Placing the juice down, he pulled his phone out of his pocket, and began to dial the hospital. He didn't have a vehicle with him. He couldn't drive her, and he wasn't sure he trusted himself to move her.

"Hey, sweetie, wake up, alright? You need to stay awake. 'cuz if you go into a coma people gonna think I chloroformed you or somethin' and I need you to tell 'em I didn't, kay?"

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Suddenly Skye wakes up. She jumps up and shakes the man by the shoulders. "I SAW HIM!!! HE WAS SO CLOSE TO ME!!" she cries. The man no doubt looks puzzled but Skye doesn't care. "WHY DID I HAVE TO GO.... NO!!" she cried. Then she stopped and sat on a broken chair. "What have I done with my life, I'm only sixteen, freaking sixteen... I'm sorry," she whispers, her hand in her head. She gets up ad runs out of the room, down the stairs and out the door onto the street.

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When the woman ran out, Hubert just stood there with his phone beeping, having disconnected from the initial emergency call. His mouth hung slightly agape.

"What the actual fuck," he scoffed. Slipping the phone back into his pocket, he shook his head. "Whatever, man. What the fuck ever. Shit. Why do I care? Just another teenage druggie in the slums..." With a roar, hands tossed into the air, he followed the young girl out. "Seleeeeene, why! Why you gotta do this!"

Once out in the street, he looked back and forth for the young woman. "Hey!"

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Skye hides behind a building and breathes. Suddenly she gives herself away with a groan, clutching at her tummy. "I need food" she groans but she slaps herself and refuses to move from her safe spot. She carries on running, into the high street which is lifeless at the time. She runs through the road and down the path, not sure where she is even going anymore.