<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/0dcc15c4a9e5626f9beea133eed6fea7/21fe0dff4e08e6f4-e6/s400x600/c843c8d1b101ba2a6b26c381437e380b85008a9e.pnj)</div><br/><strong>NAME:</strong>Delilah Weaver<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Black leggings, white t-shirt, with a blue plaid flannel overtop. Combat boots - always.<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Leaving the alley | Institute infirmary<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>July 6, mid morning.<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Doin a confuse<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Ksenia, Lydia<br/><hr/><br/>Panic wasn’t something that Delilah had ever experienced before her mother passed. Sure, she got worked up and anxious about some things, but it had never been like this. Since her mother’s death, anytime anything seemed out of her control, it felt like her entire life was spiraling away and she’d never be able to land on her feet again. And this experience felt just like that. Delilah had no idea what the hell was going on. All she knew was she thought she was stopping a petty bar fight, but in reality she was interrupting something totally different. Now she had this strange woman who was covered in tattoos and wielding strange weapons staring at her after killing a strange man and turning him into ash. Strange. That was the one word she could think of that fit this situation perfectly. That, and terrifying.<br/><br/>The moment the woman closed the distance, Delilah melted into her touch. It had been a damn long time since anyone hugged her - the last time being her mother’s funeral - so she welcomed the embrace with open arms. Whatever it was about this stranger, Delilah felt safe with her. After all, she had just saved her from whatever kind of creature that was that had attacked her, so there was no reason to be wary, right? Though she didn’t have much time to think about it, trying her best to swallow down the panic and try and regulate her breathing. Delilah’s arms came up and around the other woman, wrapping tightly around her waist and gripping onto her jacket, trying to ground herself.<br/><br/>Delilah nodded at the woman’s words, feeling as though going with her would be the best bet, especially if it could provide her with some answers on what the hell had just happened. But then she heard the quiet apology, followed by a stinging in the back of her neck that caused her to flinch. And suddenly, everything went dark.<br/><br/>—<br/><br/>The first thing Delilah noticed when she started to wake up was the soft whispers she heard around her. At first, it was almost peaceful, the silence something she would take in gladly. However, it didn’t take more than a couple of seconds to remember what had happened, and Delilah’s eyes shot open and she jolted upright. The movement caused a sharp pain to throb in her head, the brunette reaching up to grasp her temples with a groan, squinting her eyes shut.<br/><br/>GIving herself a moment for the pain to dull, she eventually opened her eyes again and looked around, blinking rapidly to adjust to the light of the room. Immediately, her eyes set on two figures. One of a woman she didn’t recognize, and the other the stranger that she had met in the alley. Confused, she glanced around the room, noting she was most definitely not home, nor in a hospital or anywhere she recognized.<br/><br/><strong>“Where am I?”</strong>she asked, brows furrowed in both concern and confusion. She felt far too out of it to panic, almost as though she was drugged. Maybe she was. Delilah didn’t know these people or know what they were capable of, but all she knew was she was alive, feeling like shit, and entirely confused. But she wasn’t scared at the moment. At least, not scared of them.