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[You don't need to listen all that closely to hear the rumble of a chainsaw... nor do you need to look particularly hard to spot the person holding it. It's pretty hard to miss a fifteen year old girl splattered head to toe in gore, balanced precariously on the tips of her toes, with a chainsaw flinging bits of something grey this way and that. A dangerous, fully functional chainsaw that looks like it's seen a fair bit of wear and tear.

There's a very, very slight smile of relief... which quickly fades to a distrustful scowl.]

This isn't the store room.

[ooc; zombie!au. ff, think left 4 dead meets dawn of the dead.]

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[dontsay-myname.livejournal.com]

No kidding.

[Says the young woman over here practically covered in guns. Including the large rocket launcher on her back.]

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[That chainsaw is up and ready to start cutting at the slightest sign of danger - it's just lucky that she's more think before you cut than most people are.]

- Kairi?

[dontsay-myname.livejournal.com]

[She frowns at that.]

...That's not my name.

[Which is a total lie. She just hates her name. :<]

[mallsaresafe.livejournal.com]

Oh, sorry...

[You look like Kairi. You sound like Kairi... but you know a lot of people have been either changing their names or dropping their last once since everything went down.

Probably should turn that chainsaw off. Give her a sec.]

What do you go by?

[dontsay-myname.livejournal.com]

[Shrugs.]

I dont have a name. You can call me whatever you want.