<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>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/><strong>”Institute?”</strong>Delilah questioned, having no idea what the woman was talking about. She had lived here her whole life and had never heard of the city having an institute. Though before she could question any further, the older woman asked her if she had anyone to contact. In her exhausted state, Delilah opened her mouth to say her mother, but quickly shut it, the realization breaking her heart into a million pieces. Her mother was no longer here and she had nobody. Swallowing thickly, she shook her head, knowing there wasn’t going to be anyone looking for her, apart from her boss, who she didn’t care for that much anyway.<br/><br/>Delilah wasn’t able to probe any further as a man appeared in the doorway, beckoning the older woman over, who she now knew went by ‘Lydia’. The man looked sophisticated, so she assumed he was some kind of doctor. Though she couldn’t hear what they were saying, she knew they were talking about her given Lydia’s glance over in her direction.<br/><br/>Her attention turned to the other woman then, the stranger from the alley, as she moved to sit on the edge of her bed. Immediately, relief flooded to her pounding head when she turned the light off, leaving the only light in the room shining in from the window.<strong>”Thanks,”</strong>she said, offering a grateful smile.<br/><br/>At the question of how she was feeling, Delilah gave a shrug.<strong>”I’m okay,”</strong>she answered, though she wasn’t exactly concerned with the throbbing in her head and more concerned with what the hell was going on.<strong>”That man,”</strong>she began, referring to what happened in the alley,<strong>”am I imagining things, or did he really turn to ash?”</strong>Part of her thought this was some awful nightmare she’d wake up from soon, but it all felt too real for that to be true.<strong>”I really don’t understand what’s happened, where I am, and why I’m here.”</strong>Panic began to rise in her chest again, but Delilah did her best to try and keep herself calm. She needed answers, and she wouldn’t get them if she started to lose her shit.<br/><br/><strong>”And who are you?”</strong>Delilah asked, having not even gotten the name of the person that saved her from…whatever the hell happened.