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			((OOC I'm super new so pardon me if I goof this up or something))<br/>
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Dorothy woke startled, a loud crash outside her "window" having shaken her from her already weak slumber. There was no comfort in these parts, not here. Not when anything could happen if you closed your eyes for too long. She pushed herself up off the worn mattress and looked out through the hole filled with shattered glass where once, a luxurious but slender window must have been. The only thing that made the window worth Dorothy's interest is that it was too thin for anyone but a child to fit through. As far as she was concerned, if she kept this room locked, she would be as safe as she could be anywhere else.<br/>
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Nothing appeared outside the window. The city around her was quiet as a library after hours -- she couldn't make out any source for the crashing sound. There was only the usual mess of perpetually-smoking ruins (what was that about, anyway?), shattered glass, and the reek of desiccating flesh -- nothing was new here. She curled back up on her mattress and wrapped her arms around her bent knees, shivering a little as she worried what might be out there. She should be brave enough by now, certainly, having lived in this world since the collision and even before that, but she wasn't. She was entirely alone, and she wasn't sure she could handle it much longer.
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</blockquote><br/>Ulrik gripped his fist tight angry at himself for stepping on the rusted pipe that rolled off into the clutter knocking over the small trash heap.  The sound echoed against the surrounding buildings.  He stood still then moved his bulky body deep into the shadows and away from the small window.  He saw her small frame respond to the noise.  He hoped that she would assume that is was some small vermin moving about.  He stayed as silent as stone hoping that would assure her that there was nothing to fear.  Moments passed and he shifted his weight on one foot to the other.  His stomach growled loudly, he winced as the grumble came and went.  He moved from the shadow wth the crow bar gripped tightly in his hand.  He approached the door..