<div class="floatleft">(http://www.barnorama.com/wp-content/images/2013/02/Danielle-Sharp-hot-pics/03-Danielle-Sharp-hot-pics.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Harmony Pitushka (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369710#msg12369710)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Ann Arbor, MI | August 17, 2009 | 8:07 CST<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Closed, Melody<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Gore!<br/><hr/>For a moment there the gears in Harmony's head ceased to function and all brain processes came to a stuttering halt. For a moment there time ceased to exist as she found herself trapped, drowning in the overwhelming terror, guilt, shame and pain that whipped about inside Melody like Jupiter's fiercest of hurricanes. For a moment there even the<i>pale ghost</i>of emotions Harmony felt feasting on her beloved sister's sanity, only due to sheer proximity, made her recoil from their mental link in a desperate attempt to cling to the shattered remnants of her own.<i>No</i>, she couldn't fall apart right now. She didn't have the luxury to lose herself - Not when they were surrounded by the decaying remains of what Harmony had to guess was previously Melody's foster family.<br/><br/>Harm sucked in a sharp breath and felt it catch in her throat as she found herself staring at her other half in stunned silence. She wasn't bothered by the fact that her shirt was becoming wet with hot sticky tears, nor that the gooey pulps around them were starting to smell worse than a busted septic tank. She didn't give a good gally<i>fuck</i>about the people that had died here today, nor the other lives their deaths might effect. All she cared about in that very moment was the fact that her little sister - even if only by a few minutes - was internally rending herself into shreds. The pain that<i>radiated</i>off of her was so palpable that for a moment there... Harmony could have sworn she'd felt it as her own.<br/><br/>"It's okay... I'm here now. I'm here..." She found herself half stammering out, half cooing without really thinking much on it. She fell so easily into her role as the elder sister that it was just second nature at this point – even while surrounded by so much horror. She didn't just allow Mel to cling to her, she<i>encouraged</i>it by tucking her own arms around her just as tightly, tugging her up into her lap and swathing her in what she could only hope felt like a bubble of unconditional love and protection. ”Just let it out, okay? Let it all out.” She kissed over the top of her head as her own tears began to moisten the crest of hair atop her sister’s head.<br/><br/>”Just breathe…” She murmured, gently rocking the both of them back and forth. The scene behind them slowly faded into darkness, black and nonexistent as a tiny orb of dim light encased the two of them – hiding them from the rest of the world. To Harmony nothing else in the world existed, at least. Nothing else was more important than the one sobbing against her chest that very second. If she could she would sweep the two of them away forever, keep them forever hidden away in a dimension of fantasy and beauty. If only she could possess that sort of power… Instead the most she could honestly do was black out their disturbing surroundings, and she<i>loathed</i>herself for it.<br/><br/>”Everything will be alright. You don’t have to say a thing…” Because a part of her already knew that whatever horrible thing happened here, it probably had something to do with Melody. Both of them were Evolved, and both of them knew it too. The extent of their manifestations however? Well, that was something still up for debate. Truthfully neither of them really understood what they were capable of themselves, so how could they even begin to understand each other?<br/><br/>They couldn’t stay here long. She already knew the risk was high just because they were there<i>now</i>. If anyone came here and saw<i>this</i>, then found out what they were? They’d probably get locked up so tight and fast they wouldn’t even be able to pass gas! ”Mel… We gotta get out of here.” She stated reluctantly as she peered over the top of her head, only allowing the light to reappear along the upper half of the kitchen as she searched for a set of car keys they could use for a temporary new set of wheels. There was no way in hell they were going to make it anywhere in the old jalopy she’d made it here on. They’d have to take one of the vehicles here, ditch it and then steal another or something.  That was one good thing about living with a bunch of delinquents in Detroit – she knew how to hotwire a car. ”Where did they keep their car keys?”