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.