I DON'T GIVE A FUCK | MANDATORY MEETING 8.5

[★ HAZEL]

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with grace in your heart and flowers in your hair

Hazel yawned, giving her pelt a shake. The stillness surrounding the clan over the past few days was nearly suffocating, sinking into her skin like the lack of voices in her head. She felt like the entire clan was holdig its breath, waiting for...something. The air was dead, sound still...the atmosphere was just dead. She felt little motivation to do much more than sit outside and watch the day pass.

It was nearly a surprise to see the number of people gathered; maybe it was because she had forgotten how many members there were, or maybe it was because it had been dead silent for the past thirty two hours. The girl tucked her paws underneath her, stifling another yawn as she turned her eyes towards Bastille. He looked nearly as tired as she was, which...actually, that made sense.

There was a lot of news - buddy systems, for one, which sounded interesting. Hazel would be paired with Peri and Harland and Inu - three of which she knew. She hadn't met Inu, but she didn't mind; she was sure she could get along with them, too. The idea of buddy systems was exciting, anyway.

Then the promotions and demotions, and...yikes, ow. Hazel winced. Her activity probably deserved that. She was around like, every other day, so...valid. She sucked in a breath, praying no one was looking at her oddly. It didn't matter anyway; Hazel was already latching on to the next thing Bastille was saying.

Two kids...two children in the basement. Hazel's jaw worked, despite the fact she knew he wasn't going to hurt them. She was already itching to go visit the kids, just to make sure they were, in fact, okay, at least...emotionally. Hazel lost herself to her thoughts, wondering if the children were freaking out, or if they were hungry or scared -

Suddenly a whisper crawled up her spine, and the fur stood up on the along of her neck. Hazel sat up, thoughts derailed. She hardly heard what Bast said for the way she was looking around, eyes suddenly finding Peri as she interrupted and --

Pitch black.

Hazel yelped, immediately feeling the pressure of absolute darkness pressing down on her chest. Never mind the faintly glowing auras pulsing in the gloom - she had already fallen down that hole. It was too much like the closet at home, reeking of chemicals and blood. Hazel was fully prepared to take half a step back and hit a wall. She was spiraling, rapidly, wishing she had something to ground herself before it got too out of control; the earth was near ready to snap - just a few more seconds -

Then her eyes adjusted. Pitch black smoothed into fuzzy shapes, and she blinked, sucking in a breath. Aura's became recognizable. Sound began to pound against her eardrums. She could vaguely feel Bastille's surprise filtering through, though it did little to settle her nerves.

"Everyone - " Hazel's voice faltered for a moment, and she paused. People were freaking out, and things might escalate into a full blown panic if someone didn't do something. "- everyone calm down. It's probably just a power outage, or something like that." I hope. Hazel could feel the anxiety pouring off the restless souls around her, and it was scattering her mind, itching at her pelt. If people got too worked up, she was likely to fall right back down that hole. "We just need to find a different light source."

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