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Jessica Stark
Meanwhile, Jessica found herself chased away by increasingly vicious pseudo-pokemon. She would've thought the things were cute if it weren't for the creepy tattoo limb deal going on and the rather vicious nature they readily displayed. She made attempts to dodge the attacks of the noise, but they were faster than she was and far more numerous. She was immediately aware of her back becoming unusually sore after several hits. She'd definitely feel that later, if she survived this much. It was far too trivial to be of concern to her now. What shew as more concerned about were her legs. She was putting a lot of effort into running, and the noise were far from opposed to taking out her legs first. Regardless, she wasn't out of the game yet. She had to keep trying. Why exactly she cared if she died again she wasn't completely sure, however. She didn't remember anything happy ever happening in her life, and yet she didn't want it to end. Perhaps this warranted more thought, but she couldn't afford that right now.
All of a sudden she heard someone call out. Jessica practically skidded to a stop, looking towards the source of the voice, though she was quickly rammed by a noise on her lower back. Jessica fell forward before she could take in more details than that it was a young man of sorts that was looking straight at her. She had vaguely recognized more noise as well. She caught herself with her hands, pushing herself back up as she tried to put distance between herself and the attacking noise. She was forced to reach up and grab her hat to yank it away from a spearow that had tried to pull it off her head as if to remove armor so that it could strike harder. She was running low on time to find a partner, and if she had heard correctly, he'd asked her exactly that. Perhaps she would make it out of this one after all?
Jessica hurried over to the boy, slowing to a stop just in front of him and holding out her hands in offering. She made an effort to smile, a pleading look in her eyes. She had no idea why she could smile. Regardless, she was not going to pretend she wasn't desperate for help, even if the help was mutual. Ego? Hers was kind of small, especially considering as far as she remembered, her life kind of sucked. Given, she remembered her memories being stolen. That was far from a happy memory at all. Yet, even with the knowledge that there had once been happy memories in her head, she no longer understood why that mattered. With the loss of her happy memories came the loss of her value of them.