Fate is against me in health and virtue, driven on and weighted down, always enslaved
She raps her fingers against the wallpaper. Not a hologram. Felt solid enough.
What was she doing in this fancy place? There wasn't a single booze bottle or empty syringe in sight; it was like out of a dream world. Was she here at all? Nah... Had to be a trick. Mind was screwing with her. Fuck, just how doped up was she? It had to be the endorphins from that deadbeat - freak must have loaded it with some other shit - but goddammit, what the hell was she supposed to do? A quick glance at her leg. The pain would have gotten unbearable without the drugs, no matter how shitty the side effects were, 'cause she as hell wasn't going to be hunting down brains to soothe the pain.
Instinctively, she shoves her hands into her pockets, scourging around to feel the smooth metal of her - fuck! Where was it?! She didn't even have her flick knife? What if she got attacked? Fuck shit dammit!
You gotta be kidding me. I'm bowling in some strange crap building and I'm unarmed. Fuck, if only Beyond could see me now. He'd laugh his creepy ass off, the turd.
Resigning to make the best of her 'trip', she decided to see if there were any other people around. She hoped there weren't whacked-out druggies looking for explosion fest; she couldn't fucking stand up to a gun, fissile or not!
Cupping a hand over her mouth, she hollers, "Yeelow? 'nyone out there?"
[OOC: Same player as sugar!Misa. Completely different attitude. This Misa comes from the dystopia Battle Angel Alita universe around this point. Those with the eyes will see the lifespan and the simple name of 'Amane' floating above her head. Be aware that she might possibly attack you, lol, probably not.]
What was she doing in this fancy place? There wasn't a single booze bottle or empty syringe in sight; it was like out of a dream world. Was she here at all? Nah... Had to be a trick. Mind was screwing with her. Fuck, just how doped up was she? It had to be the endorphins from that deadbeat - freak must have loaded it with some other shit - but goddammit, what the hell was she supposed to do? A quick glance at her leg. The pain would have gotten unbearable without the drugs, no matter how shitty the side effects were, 'cause she as hell wasn't going to be hunting down brains to soothe the pain.
Instinctively, she shoves her hands into her pockets, scourging around to feel the smooth metal of her - fuck! Where was it?! She didn't even have her flick knife? What if she got attacked? Fuck shit dammit!
You gotta be kidding me. I'm bowling in some strange crap building and I'm unarmed. Fuck, if only Beyond could see me now. He'd laugh his creepy ass off, the turd.
Resigning to make the best of her 'trip', she decided to see if there were any other people around. She hoped there weren't whacked-out druggies looking for explosion fest; she couldn't fucking stand up to a gun, fissile or not!
Cupping a hand over her mouth, she hollers, "Yeelow? 'nyone out there?"
[OOC: Same player as sugar!Misa. Completely different attitude. This Misa comes from the dystopia Battle Angel Alita universe around this point. Those with the eyes will see the lifespan and the simple name of 'Amane' floating above her head. Be aware that she might possibly attack you, lol, probably not.]