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Favain had only just escaped the medical tent. They'd had him working twelve hour shifts and even for one such as him, who could bluff his way out of just about anything, he was starting to find it hard to make all this stuff up. Most of the time he said he was supervising the nurses, at least that way he could pick up a trick or two, while at the same time giving them a special "check up". He was starting to think it would have just been easier to admit he wasn't a real doctor.

"Ughh! But they are all so good looking! And their outfits..."

He ran his hands through his hair as he kicked at the dust. He quickly brushed off the formidable dust that had started to coat his suit pants. For the wasteland around him, his attire had kept reasonably clean, he was just that kind of guy. He looked about him and seeing no one insight, he ducked into a ruined building.

"They shouldn't find me here. At least for awhile... Am I talking to myself? My god, I'm going mad in this place."

He shook out a hessian sack he found crumpled in a corner and lay it down on the dusty floor. He sat down on the scratchy material but hey, it was better than nothing. Taking off his shoes he started to buff them with the sleeves of his suit jacket, until a resemblance of a shine appeared on their worn surfaces.

Favian had finally finished polishing his shoes. It had taken him awhile to get them to a standard he thought fit. He places them back on his feet and looked down at them, his arms resting on his knees. With one hand he fished inside his suit jacket for the hidden pocket containing his most prized possessions; his cigarette's. He took one out and placed it between his lips, chewing on the end slightly as he searched the rest of his pockets for his lighter.

"Gah, where did I put the blasted thing?"

Still with the cigarette in his mouth he stood up and double checked his pockets and patted himself down, while turning about himself to see if he'd dropped it on the floor somewhere. He cursed when he couldn't find it and went searching the ground floor, though it was clearly void of anything useful. Spotting the stairs he walked towards them, treading carefully so as not to dirty his newly polished shoes. Favian grabbed the hand rail and playing a game with himself, ascended the stairs as quietly as he could, testing each stair before placing his weight on it. He was so busy looking down at the old wood that when he reached the top he hadn't yet noticed the young girl moving about the floor.

He cleared the staircase and was just about to congratulate himself when he looked up and saw her there. He leaned against the door jamb, arms crossed over his chest.

"Ah, well now, what do we have here?"

"Whoa, there little lady."

Favian shoved himself off the door jamb and stepped in front of her blocking her path. He'd seen the grimaces and the state of her feet. Anyone would have, no matter how hard she tried to hide it. Though what he noticed more so was how stunning she was. Clearly she was to introverted to stay in the room with him but he didn't let that stop him.

"Wouldn't you like me to take a look at your feet? You should really bandage them at least. Maybe clean them? This place is filthy."

He looked about the room in disgust and then back at her, a smirk forming.

"I could really help you, you know... I am a Doctor after all."

Favian had never seen this one around camp and was wondering why he'd never noticed her before. She definitely stood out. The smirk stuck to his face as he looked into her different coloured eyes and then sized her up. It could be because he had been kept quite busy by the nurses, still... He stepped out of her path, bowing low, one hand extended pointing toward the stairs.

"After you then My Lady. Though perhaps one day I might see such grace again. I sure did enjoy what I saw."

Behind the gallantry was a slight threat, he didn't know why she was up here dancing all alone or why she was in such a hurry to leave. What he did know was that there was something here that he could use to his advantage and he never missed an opportunity that could help better his own predicament.

Favian righted himself and watched as she came back up to him. They always did, these women. Just can't help themselves, he thought. He waited a moment letting her words sink in but he still had an inkling that he could use this somehow. He shoved it to the back of his mind and let her think she'd escaped his notice.

"Not to worry, short-stuff. Your secret is safe with me."

He moved past her and down to the stair she'd gotten to before coming back up. He turned to face her once more.

"Though someone as pretty as you, with your talent shouldn't hide away, don't you think? This world is bad enough as it is and we could all do with something nice like that to look forward to. Anyway, you have yourself a nice day."

He turned and descended the stairs, hands in pockets in his self-assured way, not even waiting for her answer, he liked ending a meeting on his own terms. Though there wasn't really anywhere else to go now. He sighed in no particular fashion.

Favian moved outside after her and watched as she walked away. Not only had he not noticed her before but how could anyone not know she was an amazing dancer, just by the way she walked. He shrugged his shoulders at himself and turned to find another place hopefully this time uninhabited.

"Hey Doc, Doctor Falk! Over here. We need you, right quick."

Favain froze in place and pretended to be a statue for a moment. Damn it, they've found me. He plastered the easy going smile back on his face, covering the thoughtful expression that this girl out of nowhere had given him. For some unknown reason he wanted to help her... It seemed odd that he would want to. He had always only ever been looked out for himself.

"Yes, can I help you?"

"A child over this way is crying and we can't find out what's wrong with him. Will you come and take a look?"

Favian mentally kicked over a giant table and threw some chairs just for good measure before replying.

"Of course. Did you check to see if he had a fever, broken bones... Lost a toy perhaps?"

The tricky thing
Is yesterday we were just children
Playing soldiers
Just pretending

Dance is the hidden language of the soul.

Rose rested and daydreamed for a good bit of time before getting up, knowing she had to do her part for the refugee camp for the day. She'd been wandering, hiding, and scavenging long before she found this camp, so finding food and water was something she was rather good at. Sliding gently off her bed, she wiggled her achey toes before slipping her toms back on. It didn't feel too bad, at least not too much worse than usual, so she sucked it and gathered what she would need to find food. They had to go further out of the safe walls of the camp now to find food, since they had already scavenged the stores close to the abandoned city.

She was supposed to meet the rest of the group that would be venturing outside of their little encampment to see what they could scavenge up. They were supposed to be leaving shortly and always met by the clinic, since it was the center of the town. There were a small group of them and they always came back with food, supplies.. something. Never once had they come back empty handed. However, it had become harder and harder to find food and supplies lately and she was worried that they might start coming back empty handed sooner rather than later.

After she had her pack emptied and her shoes on, she slid her pocket knife in her pocket and headed out the door. There was no way that she would ever go out there unprotected, regardless of the fact that she'd probably never do anything with that pocket knife of her's. Ready to head out for the day, she headed to the clinic, getting used to the pain in her feet after a few short steps. It just became a numbing sensation that she had learned to ignore. Approaching the clinic, she started to hear a commotion that sounded like a child crying. Quickening her steps a bit, she found a girl with long blonde hair she'd seen around before sitting with the child, trying to calm him down. She glanced around to see the doc in the distance, people asking him about the kid most likely. Sighing lightly, since she didn't exactly want to run into him twice in one day, she looked back to the blonde and the crying kiddo.

"Is he okay?" she asked gently, crouching down on the opposite side of the kid from where the blonde sat, offering a friendly smile. She reached a hand out and rubbed the kid's arm lightly, trying to get him to calm down and tell them what happened. "Hey kiddo, you want to tell us what happened? Maybe we can help?" she said sweetly, pushing her amber locks back behind her shoulders again. She could tell the kid was overwhelmed and upset and she was only hoping that he wouldn't be even more overwhelmed by two women he didn't know asking him questions. He didn't seem to actually be injured though, just afraid. And her instinct told her that he had good reason to be afraid and she should probably figure out why.

Dreaming dreams with happy endings
In backyards, winning battles with our wooden swords
But now we've stepped into a cruel world
Where everybody stands and keeps score