Day 35: Bohr Street

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The further away from the smell of food she got, the better she started feeling. Which on one hand was awesometacularly made of awesome. On the other hand, it was failtastically made of suck

Yuffie sighed as she walked, rubbing the back of her neck. Now that she'd left the boys behind, what was she supposed to do? Wandering aimlessly around town wasn't her style- she needed something to occupy herself with, something to focus her attention on. Something interesting.

She turned left again at the first opportunity, leaving the store-less street behind.

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[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/447260.html?thread=36896028#t36896028). Going to have them run toward the end of Bohr street and start getting drained]

Brock didn't speed up his pace just yet. When he did, he gradually sped up, his strides lengthening but not yet at a jog. Glancing over their shoulder, he saw one of the nurses, far away now, suddenly look over and start motioning them over. Brock pretended not to see as he headed down the street, but the shout at his back the next minute made him break out into a run. Screw being subtle.

They sprinted toward the residential area, running at break neck speed. He didn't check to see if Elle was keeping up. If she was, cool, he could use the company. If not, well, he'd had fun with her but he'd deal.

The tiredness crept on him out of nowhere. He was almost at the houses, rounding a corner, when suddenly it hit him like a ton of bricks probably would. His knees buckled as if he'd been sedated and it was just now going into effect, sending him almost crashing into a building. He leaned up against the wall, confused.

The hell was going on?

Brock felt a surge of panic as he tried to access their hidden strength, his Other's inhuman reserves that he could always rely on in the past. Nothing. He was on his own, yawning silence in his head and his legs were made of Jello. He staggered forward, trying to drag himself along the wall despite his unwilling legs.

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Elle followed Eddie reluctantly, staying a few paces behind him. The nurse still wasn't looking... still wasn't looking... Great, now she was looking. And shouting.

When Eddie broke into a run, Elle looked over her shoulder at the nurse, then hopelessly back at Eddie, as if to say, 'Look at him, being so dumb.' She ran a few steps after him, trying to give the impression that she wanted to grab him and stop him.

Well, he hadn't been caught yet, and he seemed to be making good progress. Elle jogged after him in earnest, thinking that, just maybe, she'd underestimated this plan. She turned the corner, and almost crashed into him. Maybe it was because she'd been going slower, but she got a few more steps than he had before the exhaustion hit her.

What the hell? She was in great shape - she shouldn't be winded this quickly. One of the nurses must have an ability that made others tired... or something...

"Motherfucker," she whispered, pitching forward onto her hands and knees. Daddy would be annoyed at her using such language, but he wasn't here and besides, it was totally appropriate for the circumstances. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't work up the energy to get back on her feet.

So the plan had failed. Of course. Eddie was still trying to scramble along, as if he could hope to get away like that. Elle knew better, and she didn't want to be pumped full of drugs that would prevent her from implementing a real plan tonight. So she pressed her back against a nearby wall and sat, trying to get her labored breathing under control and waiting for the nurses to arrive.