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prettygirlsmakegraves) wrote2013-07-30 09:01 pm
prettygirlsmakegraves) wrote2013-07-30 09:01 pm
[backdated to day 74, late in the day, somewhere on level 2]
She doesn't know anything about me.
[the words, uttered with a soft hiss into the dark, aren't meant for anyone's ears but their speaker's for all that she's clearly addressing someone; it's simply a matter of speaking them aloud. she wants to remember she said it. that way maybe some of the tension in her eyes will lessen, the backed-up, cornered feeling will die. she takes a breath. she breathes out. and she walks a little ways back into the dark, just out of sight, ears open. her head tilts to the side, so her good ear faces out.]
[down at her side, her left hand unfurls, a bright flower of imminent violence.]
[she knows she saw someone head in this direction; she didn't see where they went. something keeps knocking into some of these bookcases, moving them around, closing out paths and making new ones. there's no pattern to it; it makes it hard to keep a clear path in her head.]
[... it makes her wonder what could be doing it, too.]
[but she really doesn't want to think about that right now. she wants - she needs to be thinking about a little killing.]
[whoever it was looked like they were wearing Iris.]
[the words, uttered with a soft hiss into the dark, aren't meant for anyone's ears but their speaker's for all that she's clearly addressing someone; it's simply a matter of speaking them aloud. she wants to remember she said it. that way maybe some of the tension in her eyes will lessen, the backed-up, cornered feeling will die. she takes a breath. she breathes out. and she walks a little ways back into the dark, just out of sight, ears open. her head tilts to the side, so her good ear faces out.]
[down at her side, her left hand unfurls, a bright flower of imminent violence.]
[she knows she saw someone head in this direction; she didn't see where they went. something keeps knocking into some of these bookcases, moving them around, closing out paths and making new ones. there's no pattern to it; it makes it hard to keep a clear path in her head.]
[... it makes her wonder what could be doing it, too.]
[but she really doesn't want to think about that right now. she wants - she needs to be thinking about a little killing.]
[whoever it was looked like they were wearing Iris.]
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They all did, really.
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If you aren't eating her, I would like to take her remains, now.
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[reaching down and carefully ripping away an arm, then backing away from the corpse.]
I'd like to get at her heart and lungs before I finish but it's hard to work up an appetite with you staring. By all means. Go ahead.