Saturday midday, Karolina
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xp_logsKarolina finds herself safe, but not sound, in Brooklyn.
The evacuation center was hot, cramped, smelly and disorganized. All around her people were screaming, arguing, crying; some fruitlessly trying to get their mobile phones to work, others racing around, looking for any sign of their loved ones and family. It was chaos.
Nearby an argument broke out between a tall green woman in a business suit and a blond man in a Red Sox cap. From what little Karolina couldn't manage to block out, it centered around the fact that the woman was here, in this center when the man thought she should have been back in the city. With her kind. Karolina shrank ever more into the oversized sweatshirt that a random man with a sympathetic face had given her and pulled the hood over her head.
For all the noise and action, most people weren't doing anything. All around her there were quiet moans. "Ohhh, man," and "Jeeeesus Christ," and "This is not good. This is not good at all. This is fuckin' bad." The inane, overwhelmed moans of a people who couldn't begin to contemplate the horror.
Unable to sit still, Karolina began to drift around the room, watching the people calling frantically, watching a woman sitting quietly on the floor with a cat carrier beside her, watching other people watching her watch them. Muttering. Listening. Praying. A man in the corner was babbling a Hail Mary. A radio was found, and turned all the way up. She couldn't hear much over the noise, but the broadcaster sounded close to tears.
It's unreal. 12 hours ago, she was giggling with her friends, telling them earnestly about her jewelry and how it was all completely green and ethical. Morning had changed everything. The brunch had been canceled--she still was wearing the white cotton dress Blake had lent her, everyone was panicking and no one could get a cab for love or money. They'd wanted to get out of the city but there was nothing, no way to do that, not for three 16 year old girls on their own. Karolina had been the one to suggest Silver, sure that there would be someone there who could help. A teleporter had brought them here, dumped them off without a word and left again. She didn't even know where Blake and Hannah were anymore. She hoped they'd found a way to get home.
Her circuit of the room turned up nothing and the argument between the woman and the man had ended. Karolina sank back down into the spot she'd vacated, hidden in the shadow of a table and started to cry.
The evacuation center was hot, cramped, smelly and disorganized. All around her people were screaming, arguing, crying; some fruitlessly trying to get their mobile phones to work, others racing around, looking for any sign of their loved ones and family. It was chaos.
Nearby an argument broke out between a tall green woman in a business suit and a blond man in a Red Sox cap. From what little Karolina couldn't manage to block out, it centered around the fact that the woman was here, in this center when the man thought she should have been back in the city. With her kind. Karolina shrank ever more into the oversized sweatshirt that a random man with a sympathetic face had given her and pulled the hood over her head.
For all the noise and action, most people weren't doing anything. All around her there were quiet moans. "Ohhh, man," and "Jeeeesus Christ," and "This is not good. This is not good at all. This is fuckin' bad." The inane, overwhelmed moans of a people who couldn't begin to contemplate the horror.
Unable to sit still, Karolina began to drift around the room, watching the people calling frantically, watching a woman sitting quietly on the floor with a cat carrier beside her, watching other people watching her watch them. Muttering. Listening. Praying. A man in the corner was babbling a Hail Mary. A radio was found, and turned all the way up. She couldn't hear much over the noise, but the broadcaster sounded close to tears.
It's unreal. 12 hours ago, she was giggling with her friends, telling them earnestly about her jewelry and how it was all completely green and ethical. Morning had changed everything. The brunch had been canceled--she still was wearing the white cotton dress Blake had lent her, everyone was panicking and no one could get a cab for love or money. They'd wanted to get out of the city but there was nothing, no way to do that, not for three 16 year old girls on their own. Karolina had been the one to suggest Silver, sure that there would be someone there who could help. A teleporter had brought them here, dumped them off without a word and left again. She didn't even know where Blake and Hannah were anymore. She hoped they'd found a way to get home.
Her circuit of the room turned up nothing and the argument between the woman and the man had ended. Karolina sank back down into the spot she'd vacated, hidden in the shadow of a table and started to cry.
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