bury the hatchet // bury a friend

PavellumPendulum

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Well, it was good that she at least had a vehicle. Really, it probably wouldn't be a good idea for her to get in a car and skip town with a stranger that she'd literally just met less than an hour ago but there weren't many better options. She'd just have to hope that her mother wouldn't be too angry with her when things calmed down... But she doubted it. Mrs. Doukoure was about as strict and fiery with her temper as a mother from Cote d'Ivoire could get. For now, she'd just ignore the fear of getting in trouble and focus on the fear of being mauled by the people that were going insane and attacking each other. That would serve her better in the meantime.

"Um, okay. I'll come. I can call my mom." she replied hesitantly, scratching her cheek, "Er, thank you. Let's go." How long would this last, she could only wonder. She had her backpack on, but it wasn't filled with much and it definitely wasn't enough for a few days out of town. She pushed the thought down, following after Harley after their short break.

They would soon be upon the woman's flat. Everywhere they went, the streets were in shambles, but thankfully, it seemed that the outside of Harley's place was mostly untouched. There were dropped belongings littering the street and a few knocked over bins, but other than that, there weren't any crashed cars. The woman's vehicle was safe in the parking lot, but upon further inspection, most of the vehicles that were normally parked there along with hers were gone. Whether that was due to other people also skipping town or them having left earlier in the morning for work and the like was a mystery.

Aurora followed, waiting patiently at the door as Harley unlocked it.
 

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Harley's flat was quite basic, with not much going on to personalise it since she was renting it out. She wasn't allowed to put any nails in the walls or paint them or bring in any furniture to replace the stuff already there. Which was a bit annoying, but it was all she could afford while she was saving up to someday get her new place. Whenever that might be.

Pushing the door open slowly, she listened out carefully in case the surge of violence had somehow managed to get into her flat. Satisfied that everything looked normal and that there was a specific lack of people not trying to eat each other, Harley stepped inside and motioned for the girl to follow in after her. She then locked and bolted the door, a kind of relief flowing over her once that action had been done and she leaned her forehead against the door, taking a moment to herself after all they had seen and having to remain calm for the sake of the younger girl.

Eventually she pulled back, clearing her throat and drinking in a dep breath as if that alone would steady her and strengthen her resolve.

The flat was, as mentioned, basic. It had an open-plan kitchen, dining room and lounge. The walls were painted white with the furniture in mostly black, white, greys and red. A small hallway led down to the left, which would lead to a single double room and a bathroom. Once more with white walls, the only difference being there were white tiles in the bathroom and a grey carpet in the bedroom. The bathroom had a white sink, bath and toilet, with grey stone countertops which were littered with things she had used that morning to get ready - make-up, deodorant, perfume, hairbrush, moisturiser and skin-care products. The bedroom was black and grey furniture, the only colour being on the bedsheets which were a deep wine red, a cuddly toy from her youth sat on one of the pillows - a constant reminder of home.

Harley nodded towards her sofa, "Go ahead and sit down if you like. I uh... I should probably get some stuff together, in case we're need to keep out of the city any longer." She paused, reminding herself of the state of the girl's clothes as she took a quick glance to her, "You can borrow some clothes too. Can't have you in those now for the rest of the day. I'll grab you some, then you can change in the bathroom while I'm putting some things together."

She wasn't expecting a big camp out. Perhaps just some food for a day or two, a lot of water, and definitely a fucking weapon now after seeing what was going on.

"That cupboard there look," she motioned to it, "I've got some hockey sticks in there. Get two or three out, alright? In the bag on the left, they're a season or two old, so won't matter if they get lost or break." She smiled faintly before moving up the hallway to get to her room.
 

PavellumPendulum

more than a snack, a candlelit dinner
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It was a stroke of luck that Harley's place hadn't been broken into. Among the various buildings they'd passed by, a few already had broken down doors and shattered windows. They hadn't stopped to inspect any, but Aurora was fairly certain that there was nothing good happening in those unfortunate spaces. Stepping inside, she sighed deeply, revelling in the calm that finally washed over the both of them. Though whatever was happening outside definitely wasn't over, escaping it all, even temporarily, felt tremendously good.

Her eyes trailed over the plain flat briefly before she nodded, looking towards the cupboard. Okay, so for now, they'd try to get together what they could so they could stay on the road until things calmed down. Briefly, she thought about her own home, tiny and falling apart but filled with crosses. Were the windows broken, the door torn off its hinges? Was her mother at home, calling her? Her cellphone was in her backpack, but it was dead.

As Harley disappeared into her room to prepare supplies for their trip out of town, Aurora opened up the cupboard. Curiously, she peered into the bag at the hockey sticks. She'd never held one before, but she supposed that they had to be fairly sturdy if hockey players were banging them against each other incessantly, game after game. She pulled three out, lifting them up slowly, as if to test their collective weight against the strength of her arm. She could probably swing one around, but she hoped that she couldn't have to.

Her mind strayed to the man on the ground again.

She shook her head and closed the cupboard, taking the hockey sticks over to the couch with her to wait for Harley to return. When she came back, Aurora pointed to the sticks, asking, "So I guess you're a big hockey fan? You play a lot?"
 

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Coming back out with a rucksack stuffed with two extra pairs of jeans (one for each of them), two extra shirts, some spare underwear and socks, Harley threw the bag onto the couch where the hockey sticks were laid. Under her arm were a change of clothes for the young girl, to whom she nodded as she held them out to her, "Get changed. What size feet are you? You could do with some trainers or something instead of those." She questioned, keeping her tone soft since she realised how abrupt her wording might sound.

She glanced to the hockey sticks at the question, shrugging, "When I can. I joined a club when I moved here, had some summer league but the competitive league is supposed to start next month." She replied, waiting until Aurora had taken the clothes before stepping away to head into the same cupboard that her hockey sticks were kept in. She pulled out a medium-sized duffle bag, after which she reached up to the shelf above her head to pull out a sleeping bag.

From there she walked back to the couch to leave the sleeping bag there and then moved onto the kitchen, her steps hasty and slightly clumsy in her haste to get things sorted.

"Any allergies?" Harley asked Aurora, calling through the house as she wasn't sure where she would be, as she moved around the kitchen to grab some things that they wouldn't need to worry about expiring while they were out of the city. She wondered if she ought to make some sandwiches... but then went against it, nervous as to if anyone would try to break in soon. If they did, she'd much prefer to be out of there. She didn't have much in the way of valuables, or family photos. They were on her phone, since her parents had the photo albums. All there was to really steal would be her laptop and television.

"We can get in the car and call whoever you need to call while we're driving. Where do you even live? Would they be at home?"