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Darcy Chapman (unrequitedcharm) wrote in bellumlogs,

Darcy stood with her back turned, her eyes boring into the wall in front of her trying to ignore everything she heard, any curiosity she had was gone, she could imagine just from the sounds what was going on behind her. Once the terrible noises stopped and she was able to guess that what was done was done, she slowly started to turn around.

Her head tilted to the side a bit as she regarded the animal in front of her and then she looked over to Eliot, "Should I do anything? I've got a..." she paused, how was she supposed to explain it? "A knack for things?" she offered quietly. She didn't want to be a spectator to her own way out of this place, but she also didn't know what kind of help she could be. She knew the whole luck thing might be worth trying out, but she didn't know if it just had an "on" button. It was just as she said, a knack for things.