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Hook
It's funny how everything burns to ashes
It's funny how people just lose control




Hook swallowed compulsively, struggling to regain his composure. It's just... Shaman did weird things, he hadn't gotten this far without realizing that, but he hadn't expected a dead woman to come to life. To be alive. A woman who had been murdered, cut down in her prime by a bastard who would never in a million lifetimes be worthy of her. They'd not met when she was living, but he knew so much about her, hadn't been able to forget it. Her shoe size, her favorite candy, the persuasive beat of her favorite songs. He'd heard her friends talk about how much she'd brightened their lives, heard fans gush about her music even as they wept.

His mouth was dry, his mind reeling, and all the while the cold pressed in on him. All the while the wind howled. He had to pull himself together, he had to get with the program, and fast. These two young people didn't seem equipped for the experience; it'd been awhile since his survival training days, but you tended to remember such things in dire situations. He cleared his throat.

"It would seem so," he answered, not quite meeting her eyes. At her question his gaze snapped back to hers, searching for a moment. "No." He said, even as he nodded. "Um, I just have one of those faces, I guess."

He looked away from her, grateful when she turned the topic to their immediate surroundings. "First things first, we need to find some gear."

"How about some shelter? Like that?" asked Memphis, squinting in the harsh snowlight towards what looked to be a building in the distance. It wasn't big, and looked abandoned, but maybe they'd find some supplies - if they were lucky.

"Thank the gods," Hook muttered. His fist uncurled, the rasp of paper suddenly apparent. "Wait, do you guys have one of these too?"

He held up the paper - a picture? He frowned at the picture of a vinyl. Memphis held up his.

"Bird? Where the hell's a bird gonna be around here?" he muttered.

[ooc]
I was thinking maybe the "thing" they have to "find" is music? Like to get out of this situation they'll need to make music together? But obvs they won't figure that out right away ;)
[/ooc]

panther by Geran de Klerk / water by Will Terra


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