Track 4 ♥ Video

[badtobegood]

[The screen flickers on to reveal Poison draped across her couch, wrapped tightly in a tiger-striped blanket. Instead of her usual upbeat persona, she looks as if she hasn't slept in a couple days; if one looks close enough, she almost looks as if she's been crying. Her faerie's hovering above the top of the couch, seemingly concerned, as Poison

Comments

[protagonized]

Hey, are you okay?

[badtobegood]

I feel like hell.

[protagonized]

What happened?

[...]

Oh, is it the curse?

[badtobegood]

Is that why it feels like I hear and smell and taste everything in this damn place?

[protagonized]

[He lowers his voice instantly in response.]

...Yeah, probably. I guess I just got lucky, but other people seem to be having the same problem.

It'll only last a week, at least?

[badtobegood]

[She peeks out from the blanket, gazing into the SFC's screen with a soft sigh.]

I hope so. The memories this shit's brought back though...I could do without a good chunk of 'em.

[protagonized]

...Memories? Like what?

[It's just honest curiosity here. He's...not too sure, when it comes to memories.]

[badtobegood]

[She shakes her head at first, but then clears her throat.]

When I first moved to LA, and had to work the streets...the smells, the noise...it was not a good time.

[protagonized]

[A wince.]

Oh. But it got better after that, right?

[badtobegood]

It did. [She smiles lightly.] An' once I met the gang, things got much better. Mostly, anyway.

[protagonized]

The...gang? What sort of gang?

[badtobegood]

Mad Gear. The gang I ran with. They were my second family.

[protagonized]

[And a quiet 'oh' is the only answer he gives for a moment. And then--]

They aren't here, are they?

[badtobegood]

....no, they're not.

[protagonized]

...Oh

Well. They might show up, right? Who knows who'd end up in a place like this.