[ Oh dear. The unholy shrieking reaches a crescendo. Eardrums around Locke City burst. Brains haemorrage. NO ONE SURVIVES.
Or Octavia just screams really loudly and, oh-so-sensibly, shoves Madeline away with all her panicky strength. Which isn't the smartest move considering their two respective plagues of hair seem to be tangling with each other alarmingly.
It's like they're fusing.
MAYBE THEY ARE.
Either way - if Madeline is knocked back/over by that shove, Octavia is going down with her. Everything is terrible and life is pain. ]
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Or Octavia just screams really loudly and, oh-so-sensibly, shoves Madeline away with all her panicky strength. Which isn't the smartest move considering their two respective plagues of hair seem to be tangling with each other alarmingly.
It's like they're fusing.
MAYBE THEY ARE.
Either way - if Madeline is knocked back/over by that shove, Octavia is going down with her. Everything is terrible and life is pain. ]