It's just too little, too late, a little too wrong...
You forget how easily things fall apart when you refuse to acknowledge anything around you. When you're getting so caught up in distraction after distraction that you're not even sure where you are, who you are, what you want. Something to keep you from sleeping, something else to keep you from feeling. One miracle pill after another.
These are the thoughts in Rose's head as she lounges in the common room. She wanted to go to the music room and play guitar or piano but her hands were shaking too bad for it. And she's weak right now. Though she's not sure why, but really does it matter? She's been hitting the bottle a little too hard lately, that's all.
She reassures herself with these thoughts, but because she's faded and weak her blocks are down, her mind is open and her will is shattered when the Time Vortex comes roaring to life in her veins shaking her up, breaking her down.
{An ache, a burning feeling}Bodies littered, being burned. Illness. Sickness. Faces {she} knows, people {she} used to know are dying. Tears are shed, and panic takes hold. A name escapes her because she can't latch onto it fast enough. Help. They need help. Help-help-help-help-help. Find a way to help! {sound of the pack}{pup[cub]}! {respond[reply(howl)to the pack]to us}
A ragged howl of pain is torn from Rose's throat against her will and she bites back a gasp of anguish.
"What was that?"
Her feet hit the floor and she's running, but she doesn't know where. She wants to get out, to hunt and attack the source of pain. She wants her pack, she needs her pack. She's just a pup, she doesn't know how to hunt alone.
She makes it to the lobby before she stops, confused, and whimpering and still glowing.
“I need, I need…I need to not be talking to myself,” she growls out, “I need to not lose my mind right now. I need to…I need. I need to uh…Go.”
Rose is not so quietly losing her mind in the lobby. Feel free to interrupt her if you think you can help.
These are the thoughts in Rose's head as she lounges in the common room. She wanted to go to the music room and play guitar or piano but her hands were shaking too bad for it. And she's weak right now. Though she's not sure why, but really does it matter? She's been hitting the bottle a little too hard lately, that's all.
She reassures herself with these thoughts, but because she's faded and weak her blocks are down, her mind is open and her will is shattered when the Time Vortex comes roaring to life in her veins shaking her up, breaking her down.
{An ache, a burning feeling}Bodies littered, being burned. Illness. Sickness. Faces {she} knows, people {she} used to know are dying. Tears are shed, and panic takes hold. A name escapes her because she can't latch onto it fast enough. Help. They need help. Help-help-help-help-help. Find a way to help! {sound of the pack}{pup[cub]}! {respond[reply(howl)to the pack]to us}
A ragged howl of pain is torn from Rose's throat against her will and she bites back a gasp of anguish.
"What was that?"
Her feet hit the floor and she's running, but she doesn't know where. She wants to get out, to hunt and attack the source of pain. She wants her pack, she needs her pack. She's just a pup, she doesn't know how to hunt alone.
She makes it to the lobby before she stops, confused, and whimpering and still glowing.
“I need, I need…I need to not be talking to myself,” she growls out, “I need to not lose my mind right now. I need to…I need. I need to uh…Go.”
Rose is not so quietly losing her mind in the lobby. Feel free to interrupt her if you think you can help.