Log; Complete.

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When; June 17th.
Rating; PG.
Characters; Cain Hargreaves misterblackbird and Merryweather Hargreaves soeur_malheur.
Summary; Merryweather arrives in the City and is lucky enough to be picked up by her big brother.
Log;

He was gone. He was gone he was gone hewasgone. How on earth did a corpse vanish from under your hands and oh my, what would happen to him now? What would happen to her? Delilah again? But this... this even they couldn't do. Or at least she hoped so.

She wished for her mother, she wished for Eric, she wished for her cards. She wished for... Cain. Oh, yes - he should still be there, still be behind her!

Pushing herself off, she stood up and turned around while wiping her slightly scraped hands on her dress. There was no Cain. No Cain, and no Riff, and no nothing she'd ever known. Instead a foreign square, and a carousel, and a fountain, and buildings mostly in terms of décor.

This time, the screams stayed firmly locked in her throat.

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It was early enough yet, and Cain had more than willingly offered to show Riff the City--it made more sense talking about the places and the strange people there if one saw them.

They were crossing the square, Misery Square, Cain said, just to make a point, since this was where so many unhappy newcomers landed upon arrival. He himself certainly had, and the name had certainly fit.

But now, now things were better. Riff was here, with news about Merry and everyone else. He felt relieved, almost like he'd just recovered from a fever.

Newcomers were usually wandering the square, looking confused, lost, scared; ignored by the passing crowd, of course. He spotted a smaller figure through the crowds--it was perhaps more unfortunate to see a child in that situation. An adult would survive, make friendships and alliances; but a child, still so reliant on parents or caretakers, would have a harder time of it.

Still, it was unfortunate to see her standing there like that, long blonde hair disheveled, clothes dirty, scraped up.

The way she stood was familiar. The dress was familiar too.

He couldn't keep his steps from turning towards the girl, thinking, perhaps--why wouldn't the City call her too?

"Merry?" he called, tentatively.

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