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[ kyouko sits perched on the hood of a rundown car, cellphone in her hand as she stares out at the barren city she finds herself in. she exhales all at once and flips the phone open so that the keyboard is visible, messing with the buttons until figures out how to work out what she wants to do with the texting feature. so far she hasn't seen anyone else, but there are names in this thing, and she's not just going to sit on her ass and wait for something to happen. ]

yo. i don't know where the hell i am but i don't plan to stay here, you got that? and i'm not gonna buy this bull about not bein real. you must think i'm a real idiot. so there are other people here, right? like hell all those bags belong to one person. these guys must be idiots for putting a weapon in here, 'cause i'm gonna use it to beat the shit out of them. so, who else got these stupid pieces of paper?