Is it obvious I can't win
WHO: Alex Summers and Lorna Dane
WHERE: idk some street
WHEN: Backdated to after Lorna fought Grell
WARNINGS: ANNNNGSTT
SUMMARY: Lorna runs into Alex when she's flipped her shit
FORMAT: para to start!
Lorna crashed onto a sidewalk, gripping a the ground with her fingers as she tried to gain composure. Her mind was racing, and there was a voice inside of her. A voice whispering that she needed to go back. That the master was there and that she had orders to follow. Make the world sick. There was a job to be done still, and the strong would survive. Lorna shook her head, yelping as she tried to sit up. She was shaking, and her skin was discoloured. She could feel disease swimming around in her body and trying to fight its way to the surface. This was Jono's fault. And Grell...? She should have just killed him.
"No..."
Lorna was done with this already. No listening to barked orders, or giving into a voice that she couldn't accept as real. She was her own person and she wasn't going to listen to any thoughts but her own. It wasn't real. It wasn't real. It wasn't real. She was Lorna Dane and that was it.
On her hands and knees now, she managed to throw up a few times before she successfully stood up. Still shaking, she stepped over her vomit and tried to see if she could find a way home. She needed to keep fighting this; there was no giving up. Still, she argued inside her head, practically screaming that she wasn't going back to that warehouse. No. She was going home and that was final.
Since flight wouldn't really help her here, she had to walk.
WHERE: idk some street
WHEN: Backdated to after Lorna fought Grell
WARNINGS: ANNNNGSTT
SUMMARY: Lorna runs into Alex when she's flipped her shit
FORMAT: para to start!
Lorna crashed onto a sidewalk, gripping a the ground with her fingers as she tried to gain composure. Her mind was racing, and there was a voice inside of her. A voice whispering that she needed to go back. That the master was there and that she had orders to follow. Make the world sick. There was a job to be done still, and the strong would survive. Lorna shook her head, yelping as she tried to sit up. She was shaking, and her skin was discoloured. She could feel disease swimming around in her body and trying to fight its way to the surface. This was Jono's fault. And Grell...? She should have just killed him.
"No..."
Lorna was done with this already. No listening to barked orders, or giving into a voice that she couldn't accept as real. She was her own person and she wasn't going to listen to any thoughts but her own. It wasn't real. It wasn't real. It wasn't real. She was Lorna Dane and that was it.
On her hands and knees now, she managed to throw up a few times before she successfully stood up. Still shaking, she stepped over her vomit and tried to see if she could find a way home. She needed to keep fighting this; there was no giving up. Still, she argued inside her head, practically screaming that she wasn't going back to that warehouse. No. She was going home and that was final.
Since flight wouldn't really help her here, she had to walk.