inverse could make lying worth dying
Who: Grell, Nepeta, Mohinder, Gabriel, Snowman, Sylar, Elle
When: 12/22, afternoon/evening
Where: Around Facility 1
Summary: Sleep deprivation leads to Grell's mind breaking a bit. Clearly murder is the best solution.
Rating: R
Warnings: Violence and general horribleness
Yesterday proved it. Nothing was safe, nowhere was safe. Everything anyone had told her about this place was wrong, wrong, there were no good people. Her head ached something awful, and she was half certain she'd lose her voice if the collar kept tightening every moment she felt like nodding off. Trying to cut it off had only yielded a small cut on her neck and a dull blade.
Fine. If they wanted to play this game, she would play it. Maybe if she killed, they would grant her a moment of peace. Things were backwards in this place, after all, who was to say that it wouldn't resolve things? And even if nothing else, it would make her feel a hell of a lot better to inflict some form of suffering. If the others were to be believed, death was cheap. Why care about lives if they would only come back from the edge?
Such thoughts made her bolder, keep even a few more blades on her, going about. A victim. She needed one, someone to bleed red for her and take on everything she felt. Pain somewhere outside of herself. Half-dazed, she would wander, in search of someone to be her sacrifice.
When: 12/22, afternoon/evening
Where: Around Facility 1
Summary: Sleep deprivation leads to Grell's mind breaking a bit. Clearly murder is the best solution.
Rating: R
Warnings: Violence and general horribleness
Yesterday proved it. Nothing was safe, nowhere was safe. Everything anyone had told her about this place was wrong, wrong, there were no good people. Her head ached something awful, and she was half certain she'd lose her voice if the collar kept tightening every moment she felt like nodding off. Trying to cut it off had only yielded a small cut on her neck and a dull blade.
Fine. If they wanted to play this game, she would play it. Maybe if she killed, they would grant her a moment of peace. Things were backwards in this place, after all, who was to say that it wouldn't resolve things? And even if nothing else, it would make her feel a hell of a lot better to inflict some form of suffering. If the others were to be believed, death was cheap. Why care about lives if they would only come back from the edge?
Such thoughts made her bolder, keep even a few more blades on her, going about. A victim. She needed one, someone to bleed red for her and take on everything she felt. Pain somewhere outside of herself. Half-dazed, she would wander, in search of someone to be her sacrifice.