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"...What blood?" She frowned looking to where Roland pointed. There was nothing there now.

Rep was more than glad to get out of the vicinity of not-Clarice, and likewise glad to find that the Jerry he seemed to be dealing with on the set was the real one. Likewise, Candace's laughter at the accent also had him believing that most of them seemed to have their right minds.

That just left the question of "Diane" and why she wasn't in the same mental place as everyone else.

"Me either. It's making me ******** paranoid and crazy." he admitted, back to his normal accent, the American one clearly a bit of a lost cause. Jerry got a sympathetic frown at his comment on the nose."This guy isn't ginger. This isn't my ******** hair."

The doors looked open. "Are people outside?"

While everyone else was exploring exits, blood, and phantom bodies, Melvin was sitting on one of the set chairs and chewing on pita chips, looking around with the expression of someone who had no idea what he was doing here or why he was even hired. Lost didn't even come close.

At the girl loudly texting beside him, he swallowed down some pita and then looked around his chair for any signs of a skunk.

Petra looked like she was about to murder herself a boxer. Robert kept a tight grip on her body, in case she tried to run off and strangle Leon, but he couldn't wipe the grin off his face. He loved it when she was this angry. He loved the passion that flared in her eyes. He wanted it. And this was probably the worst time to feel that way.

When she calmed down in his arms, he pressed his forehead against hers, and chuckled. "That's probably exactly what it's going to say. Someone's probably taking pictures of us right now." His eyes flashed dangerously, and his hand lifted up to catch her chin between his fingers, pulling her lips close enough to feel her breath against his skin. "Make sure they get your good side."

Katie proceeded to look very small, scared, and fragile. It was an excellent act, because inside she was crowing victory. The sooner Di got herself kicked off the show the better. Maybe VH1 would get her a hook-up show, like Dicks for Diana or something equally trashy.

The grip around her waist did little to quell her irritation; if anything it fueled the pale-haired girl. Petra was generally not a jealous person, overall... or at least, not outwardly so. She trusted Robert explicitly, the fact that he had so many female friends perturbing her not at all. What most people didn't know was that really, she was jealous, not so much of his relationships with other people but when other people tended to be possessive of him, because that was her place. Somewhere in the logical part of her mind she knew that this was Fake!Robert, not real Robert, who was allegedly in a relationship with Leon, but that didn't seem to stop the irrational part, who was very much in favor of beating his face in and telling him to stay away from her husband.

The death trainee was settled instead by Robert's affectionate gestures, her hands settling to his chest to smooth over his shirt, idly possessive and enjoying his well-muscled body at the same time. She would have looked around to try to find the people taking pictures of them, merely out of curiosity (why the ******** would they do that) but she'd seen the flash in his eyes, stilling her immediately. Leaning into it as he caught her chin, she gave him only enough time to murmur those words to her before she caught his mouth in a kiss, one hand slipping into the hair at the nape of his neck.

So it wasn't her own personal hell. It was a new start. It was not-quite-everything they were supposed to have been, but close enough.

Katie brought out more antibacterial wipes and made a big show of cleaning the area around her seat. Then spraying air freshener. where Diana had been. Finally she sat back down with her phone again and, "So...glad...Di...stopped...dieting. There's...nothing...wrong...with...being...big...boned. Smiley Face."

"Hunters, always the most noble of Humans, a pedestal above the others, and yet-" Medea propped her hands together - "When you fall, you fall the hardest. So be it, take your reality. The pain, doubt, reality until the very end. I'm sure our paths will join again very soon."

And then darkness.