<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br/>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong> Dom's bus<br/><strong>Summary:</strong> Being hauled in by Dom<br/><strong>Tagged: </strong> Noah, Dom<br/><hr/></div><br/>Sara stared past the cuff of her over sized army green jacket at the powerful first clamped about her wrist, feeling her pulse thump against the hard tightly curled fingers. She counted off the beats as she was tugged along, providing no resistance other then the occasional stumble from her uncooperative legs. Dom's 'condolences' cycled through her thoughts but they did little to rekindle the hope she'd so recently lay to rest. She was a newborn cynic. As they were moved back into the forgiving shade of the bus, she stole a fleeting glance at Noah, but still had no words for him. She hated herse'f for her silence. Even Dom, regardless of his reasons, had managed<em>something</em>.<br/><br/>Dust had settled against the blood on her jacket, forming a sanguine mud. Her raven hair was eaqually dusty and disheveled from being hauled about, falling across her deadpan features. The constant clamor of ideas whirring behind her gaze had stalled, replaced with a solemn, uncharacteristic stillness.