[voice/action.] 005
[To those of you who might have trespassed into the Lobby this morning, you may very well have just turned right back around at the side of blood. She had a promise to keep, after all. She said she would decorate the plain white walls in blood, told another boy the murderers would come out to play, promised even herself that she would be the first to cast such a horrible shadow over an innocent, whimsical place.
Red. Splatters, trails, stiletto footsteps. Sinking into things, staining blue and yellow knives, running in thick lines down every curve of pale, otherwise unmarred flesh.]
How will some of you react to this, I wonder?
[She speaks into the NANO wrapped in delicate fingers, gloveless and stained. Especially you two, Roxas and Axel, she wants to add coyly. She's seen the NANO logs, knows they're all close ... or something like it.]
Wish I could see your faces... How about that fancy video feature?
[Her coat's laying over a chair, dripping into the fabric. That'll stain.]
Doctor Hal "Otacon" Emmerich. Cute name.
[It starts at her cheeks and just drips down, painted onto her lips like ruby red lipstick, voluptuous and thick and full.]
Too bad he's dead.
[Why, yes, that stained lump she's sitting on is a dead Hal.]
{OOC; before anyone asks, this is a plot we've been working on for a while! Everything in consensual with Mun Permissions. After all, someone had to test the Death-Not-Being-Permanent little quirks, right?}
Red. Splatters, trails, stiletto footsteps. Sinking into things, staining blue and yellow knives, running in thick lines down every curve of pale, otherwise unmarred flesh.]
How will some of you react to this, I wonder?
[She speaks into the NANO wrapped in delicate fingers, gloveless and stained. Especially you two, Roxas and Axel, she wants to add coyly. She's seen the NANO logs, knows they're all close ... or something like it.]
Wish I could see your faces... How about that fancy video feature?
[Her coat's laying over a chair, dripping into the fabric. That'll stain.]
Doctor Hal "Otacon" Emmerich. Cute name.
[It starts at her cheeks and just drips down, painted onto her lips like ruby red lipstick, voluptuous and thick and full.]
Too bad he's dead.
[Why, yes, that stained lump she's sitting on is a dead Hal.]
{OOC; before anyone asks, this is a plot we've been working on for a while! Everything in consensual with Mun Permissions. After all, someone had to test the Death-Not-Being-Permanent little quirks, right?}