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deux † faithful servant & friend of jesus
Jun. 27th, 2014 02:57 pm( spam for arya )
spam } infirmary
[When she wakes up the second time, she stares at the ceiling through half-parted lids. Don't let them know you're awake. Don't let them see. Take these few precious seconds for yourself, for planning, and then . . . ]
[Roll over and grab something sharp. In this case, this does not work. Her hands come upon nothing. A slow blink; then she rips the IV spike out of her arm and holds it out ahead of her like a light in the dark 'til her knuckles go white, leaning against the side table.]
[Any minute now she'll take off running. Any minute now. Probably. Certainly anyone who comes towards her gets a dark, if woozy, look and a warning jab at the air. She's not interested in sticking around.]
voice } 6/28
[She's crawled back to her room by now - her room-that's-not-a-room. It's every hotel she's ever stayed in, and she's unimpressed by it. If this is meant to be some kind of jab at her psyche, she's seen better attempts.]
[She understands what the communicator is for now, anyway. When it's not for screaming in the dark, it's just a phone, for communicating with people you don't like and would rather avoid.]
[She sounds drugged, or dying, or both, but also like there's a little laughter caught in her throat despite it all.]
So when does it start for real? That, that was. Bullshit.
spam } infirmary
[When she wakes up the second time, she stares at the ceiling through half-parted lids. Don't let them know you're awake. Don't let them see. Take these few precious seconds for yourself, for planning, and then . . . ]
[Roll over and grab something sharp. In this case, this does not work. Her hands come upon nothing. A slow blink; then she rips the IV spike out of her arm and holds it out ahead of her like a light in the dark 'til her knuckles go white, leaning against the side table.]
[Any minute now she'll take off running. Any minute now. Probably. Certainly anyone who comes towards her gets a dark, if woozy, look and a warning jab at the air. She's not interested in sticking around.]
voice } 6/28
[She's crawled back to her room by now - her room-that's-not-a-room. It's every hotel she's ever stayed in, and she's unimpressed by it. If this is meant to be some kind of jab at her psyche, she's seen better attempts.]
[She understands what the communicator is for now, anyway. When it's not for screaming in the dark, it's just a phone, for communicating with people you don't like and would rather avoid.]
[She sounds drugged, or dying, or both, but also like there's a little laughter caught in her throat despite it all.]
So when does it start for real? That, that was. Bullshit.
