[OPEN] 'she wants to be perfect'
Who: 8rutal and anyone who runs into her / wants to come bother her I guess!
What: After having this conversation Vriska is kind of broody and unhappy and decides the best course of action is to find a secluded piece of the city to practice her new power in and hope no one sees her.
When: Evening of day 4.
Where: SOME RANDOM SECLUDED LOCATION. Baldr district.
Rating: Worksafe. Also S for Sad. And also possibly just V for Vriska Being Vriska.
It hadn't been a hard decision, taking her map and her bracelet and leaving. What the hell was the point? She felt too restless, too agitated, to stay in that stupid human respite block and think about what a complete failure that attempt at reaching out had been.
Why did she bother?
Why did she ever bother, with any of them?
Stupid, ungrateful, awful-- they deserved it, all of it, she ought to make them pay again just for being so--
Vriska blew out a hard breath, pausing in her walking to stare at the ground beneath her feet, ignoring the strange grey locals around her. No. Thinking that way really was what had gotten her in this mess in the first place. And as much as she could hear the white text guy's voice tugging and whispering at the back of her mind, telling her she'd do it anyway -- because that was what she always did, hurt and 8r8k and ruin -- she didn't want to...
She'd never wanted to.
"8ut I was never gonna kill these people. They were like, off limits I guess? These games were just supposed to 8e fun and serve no other purpose!"
"I guess you do sound like the type that'd be pretty popular."
Without even realizing it she'd shut her eyes, drawn an arm tight across her chest, her hand shaking, as if she was going to lash out, gesture violently--
--but all she did was abruptly lower her arm, her rage vanishing, replaced by something else. Instead she just stared at her hand for a long moment in unhappy silence before moving again. She had to get away. This was not a time she wanted to talk to anyone. At all. Not to mention that once she'd realized what her lame new power was...
It didn't help that she'd started to think she really might be dead. Or will die. Or something? Back home. Gamzee and Karkat and then Aradia... she didn't want to believe it. Couldn't believe it. Kept denying it. But after that conversation particularly, it was gnawing at her more than ever in a way that felt disturbingly like truth.
About an hour after the talk, Vriska had ensconced herself in a tiny out of the way courtyard somewhere in Baldr district. It was really quite tiny, at the end of a dead end street, possessed of a bench and a wall and the back of a building. And she stood in the middle -- or rather, floated, two or three feet off the ground, with a frustrated and basically unhappy look on her face.
This sucked.
(ooc; responses can be in either prose or comment spam, i'm fine with both! also feel free to catch her anywhere, be it en route or in her hidey hole.)
What: After having this conversation Vriska is kind of broody and unhappy and decides the best course of action is to find a secluded piece of the city to practice her new power in and hope no one sees her.
When: Evening of day 4.
Where: SOME RANDOM SECLUDED LOCATION. Baldr district.
Rating: Worksafe. Also S for Sad. And also possibly just V for Vriska Being Vriska.
It hadn't been a hard decision, taking her map and her bracelet and leaving. What the hell was the point? She felt too restless, too agitated, to stay in that stupid human respite block and think about what a complete failure that attempt at reaching out had been.
Why did she bother?
Why did she ever bother, with any of them?
Stupid, ungrateful, awful-- they deserved it, all of it, she ought to make them pay again just for being so--
Vriska blew out a hard breath, pausing in her walking to stare at the ground beneath her feet, ignoring the strange grey locals around her. No. Thinking that way really was what had gotten her in this mess in the first place. And as much as she could hear the white text guy's voice tugging and whispering at the back of her mind, telling her she'd do it anyway -- because that was what she always did, hurt and 8r8k and ruin -- she didn't want to...
She'd never wanted to.
"8ut I was never gonna kill these people. They were like, off limits I guess? These games were just supposed to 8e fun and serve no other purpose!"
"I guess you do sound like the type that'd be pretty popular."
Without even realizing it she'd shut her eyes, drawn an arm tight across her chest, her hand shaking, as if she was going to lash out, gesture violently--
--but all she did was abruptly lower her arm, her rage vanishing, replaced by something else. Instead she just stared at her hand for a long moment in unhappy silence before moving again. She had to get away. This was not a time she wanted to talk to anyone. At all. Not to mention that once she'd realized what her lame new power was...
It didn't help that she'd started to think she really might be dead. Or will die. Or something? Back home. Gamzee and Karkat and then Aradia... she didn't want to believe it. Couldn't believe it. Kept denying it. But after that conversation particularly, it was gnawing at her more than ever in a way that felt disturbingly like truth.
About an hour after the talk, Vriska had ensconced herself in a tiny out of the way courtyard somewhere in Baldr district. It was really quite tiny, at the end of a dead end street, possessed of a bench and a wall and the back of a building. And she stood in the middle -- or rather, floated, two or three feet off the ground, with a frustrated and basically unhappy look on her face.
This sucked.
(ooc; responses can be in either prose or comment spam, i'm fine with both! also feel free to catch her anywhere, be it en route or in her hidey hole.)