Apr 04, 2011 20:59
[She sits at her desk. Her posture is straight, her body still. She carries herself as a princess. Were it not for her red, swollen, tear stained face and her unkempt, riot of red hair, she'd be the perfect picture of royalty.
In front of her lays a teddy bear. On its chest the letters H and A are stitched in tiny, neat letters of bright red. The fur is worn, obviously loved on. There is a stain on one paw, and obvious spots of repair on its leg.
The bear is faceless. Stuffing is pouring from its head. Beside the bear lays its face. She pets the face gently, sobbing quietly.]
He wouldn't stop saying I was bad. Bad, bad, bad, bad. Failure. Disgrace. Was going to the Greeks where I was. Going to find Agamemnon, Ajax, going to find them all. Going to show them the cracks and help them break them more.
I'm sorry. Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry. [She shakes her head furiously, clutching the sides of her head, chanting loudly as if to drown out the voices]
He's broken. Oh I didn't mean to break him. Help me.
[player] anon,
[time period] modern,
[character] cassandra