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Alvin ([personal profile] expendablepride) wrote in [community profile] pullmeoutalive 2013-09-29 10:04 am (UTC)

[Even from the other end of the street, Alvin can hear the commotion long before he sees it. It's different from the day-to-day clamour of the merchants, of the monsters inside the city, and because it certainly isn't time for the tournaments again, it strikes Alvin as odd. He has half a mind to ignore the din however, as whatever is happening surely isn't of any consequence to him. Nothing is anymore. His house is empty, and in all honesty, he'd rather be back at Haven. Back where his presence means something, but he isn't and that's that.

In the end, he makes his way over the crowd of people, gently pushing through to see what the fuss is about, and once he sees the tiny heap on the floor, he freezes for all of several seconds before he steps into the circle the citizens have formed around her, and immediately, they hush. There is a short moment in which Alvin wasn't quite sure what to do with himself, wasn't sure if what he was seeing, who he was seeing, was real. Because it couldn't be.]


Sharon...?

[He doesn't think she can hear him, but he can't stop himself from calling her name all the same as he kneels down beside her. Passed out like that, she appears as fragile as ever, and as he goes to lift her up, arm circling behind her to support her shoulders, he's careful to treat her gently.]

Sharon...!

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