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Neither Rachel nor Marco had any real trust in the medical situation they'd both been forced into. It seemed like they had been tricked and betrayed; and it meant that there were instantly a few more people crossed off their list of who they should trust when they escaped. In fact-- it left them at each other, it seemed, when they did escape from medical, two cockroaches slipping out of sight while medical was distracted from them.

Of course, this was compounded by the fact that several communications posts went up shortly after-- one announcing a Quarantine (thankfully they'd gotten out in time for that) and one announcing their abilities to the crew to warn them. And then things got worse-- Marco's morphing began to get weird, and Rachel... literally split into two.

This wasn't going well.

((ooc: As Blue's OOC post said, we need to make sure that only the people signed up for taking the two 'groups' (Nice Rachel and Marco in one corner, just Mean Rachel in the other) to Quarantine are the ones who actually do that. Other than that, feel free to try and do it! Tag under the header for whoever you want to thread with and feel free set the scene, and ours will enter in. :) ))

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"Two steps. That's all I want. Why're you acting like I'm asking for your first-born child?"

Clark still wasn't going to move.

"Because who the fuck are you to ask me to do anything for you?!" She shouted. "Get the hell out of my way! I'll kill you!" Irrational? Yes. But that was what she was, like this.

"You move or I take you to security for threatening me." Nevermind the fact that it wasn't a threat Rachel could really follow up on.

Mean Rachel was easily fed up with his complete insistence that he wouldn't move, along with, now, his threats to call Security on her. What the hell?! Without another word, she swung a punch out, fist connecting with his face--

But instead of the reaction she was hoping for, there was a crack instead, followed by intense pain in her hand. "What the fuck?!" Rachel shouted, her hand shooting back to her, to be cradled in her other hand, instinctively. The pain was-- "Did you just break my freaking hand?!"

((ooc: Let me know if I need to edit anything, or anything?))

"I'd like to point out I didn't touch you. You broke your own hand."

But, Clark realized, that was kind inconsequential right now.

"Look, you're gonna need that looked at. Do you need any help getting to the medbay?"

"Screw you," Rachel seethed, glaring at him. How the hell had that even happened?! He really hadn't touched her, so...

And like hell was she accepting his help. "No," she snapped. "I'm fine." And-- finally-- she turned around to start leaving the alley.

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