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[emerges]

[ she catches it unnaturally fast and takes a moment to play around with it without actually sparking it, since she's not too sure how much longer it might last. ]

Really? Did they use to give you better presents?

[gothchicklit]

[ Though she doesn't gasp or really gawk, the speed of Erica's movement does cause October's eyes to widen slightly in surprise. ]

Just the one time, when I first got here. [ Though she's not asking about the reflexes just yet, October's tone makes it pretty clear that she wants to. ] I haven't gotten shit since then. Not in my locker, anyway. [ Jim brought her some stuff from Strela. ]

[emerges]

[ if october did ask, she'd better be prepared to here every excuse imaginable. erica doesn't seem to realize she's done anything strange because the heightened reflexes aren't something she keeps too under control. ]

So, what'd you get the first time?

[gothchicklit]

[ Maybe someday, when she doesn't feel like asking will push Erica away. She likes the girl, even if she doesn't know her too well. ]

This-- [ She gestures towards the jeans she's wearing (there's still a faint blood stain in them, one that won't come out completely no matter how hard she tries), the black tank top (which is also bloodstained, but it's harder to tell since the fabric itself is dark), the black Converse. ] The lighter you've got, a tube of mascara that's long gone, the eyeliner I mentioned earlier, one pack of fucking cigarettes and these. [ She holds up her hands this time, showing Erica the four silver rings on her fingers. There's nothing particularly special about any of them, though. ]

[emerges]

Not a bad haul, considering we're stranded in the middle of space. I mean, I always wondered why it can pick up the most random debris type items and not something helpful.

[gothchicklit]

Because that, my dear newbie Erica, would make life up here too fucking easy. Whoever's in charge has to make it as hard as they can possibly imagine. [ Okay, it could probably be harder, but still. ]

[emerges]

Newbie, huh? How long did you say you'd been here?

[gothchicklit]

Jump five was my first. [ She holds out her arm so Erica can see the tattoo. ]

[emerges]

[ erica pulls her own sleeve up so she can look at the "12" so eloquently etched onto her own arm and compare. it'd have been a full seven months between them -- and then some for both, since erica herself has been here awhile. ]

I feel like a cow.

[gothchicklit]

[ Letting out a quiet hum of agreement, October shifts so she can lean back against the wall. ] I think everybody does. Hell, I've wondered if that wasn't their intention, whoever "they" are that brought us here.