Night 44: F31-40 Hallway
Well, tonight wasn't going to get itself done. Girl-Next-Door wisely kept her mouth shut, meaning Dahlia was nice and refreshed by the time the intercom rolled around to mouth at her with nothing relevant to her interests. What a bore.
She shoved her little prize back into her knife bag and pulled herself out of bed, placing the strap of the bag around her shoulder and flipping her flashlight on. This was stupid. Why should she let Sync drag her around into the night like she was the one being used? Because, she plainly reminded herself with a cheery smile, Sync thought that she was the one being used. Sync was a moron who thought he had the power in this relationship and, so long as he did, he was eating out of the palm of her hand like she wanted him to. She was going along tonight because tomorrow? He was hers.
If he didn't die tonight. Either way, she was getting a show.
Hm... Peering through the door told her nothing was out there so far. If she was quick, they could avoid everything like they couldn't last night. Tch. Time to head out.
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She shoved her little prize back into her knife bag and pulled herself out of bed, placing the strap of the bag around her shoulder and flipping her flashlight on. This was stupid. Why should she let Sync drag her around into the night like she was the one being used? Because, she plainly reminded herself with a cheery smile, Sync thought that she was the one being used. Sync was a moron who thought he had the power in this relationship and, so long as he did, he was eating out of the palm of her hand like she wanted him to. She was going along tonight because tomorrow? He was hers.
If he didn't die tonight. Either way, she was getting a show.
Hm... Peering through the door told her nothing was out there so far. If she was quick, they could avoid everything like they couldn't last night. Tch. Time to head out.
[To here]