A Hidden Warehouse Basement, Late Tuesday Afternoon
Let it never be said that the Surreal dealt with boredom well.
She'd just shifted to this particular hideout, and there were a few other resistance members milling about as stuff got moved around and people settled in.
"Booooooored," she sang, glaring balefully at the sliver of sunlight that made its way in through a crack in the floor. Her fingers compulsively over her knives checking the sharpness. It would be hours before it would be dark enough for her to go out - IF she could go out, after Cara not pulling her punches last night.
"I don't know how much longer I can--"
...why did her throat feel fuzzy?
"I mean--"
She hadn't even eaten today! Why did it feel like something was trying to crawl out her throat?
"We're...?"
We're not gonna take it! No, we ain't gonna take it! We're not gonna take it anymore!
Oh, Darkness. It was one of THOSE things. Someone shoot her now, before she starts dancing.
[OOC: OPEN RESISTANCE SING ALONG! JOIN IN WITH SOME TWISTED SISTER, and any other riot songs!]
She'd just shifted to this particular hideout, and there were a few other resistance members milling about as stuff got moved around and people settled in.
"Booooooored," she sang, glaring balefully at the sliver of sunlight that made its way in through a crack in the floor. Her fingers compulsively over her knives checking the sharpness. It would be hours before it would be dark enough for her to go out - IF she could go out, after Cara not pulling her punches last night.
"I don't know how much longer I can--"
...why did her throat feel fuzzy?
"I mean--"
She hadn't even eaten today! Why did it feel like something was trying to crawl out her throat?
"We're...?"
We're not gonna take it! No, we ain't gonna take it! We're not gonna take it anymore!
Oh, Darkness. It was one of THOSE things. Someone shoot her now, before she starts dancing.
[OOC: OPEN RESISTANCE SING ALONG! JOIN IN WITH SOME TWISTED SISTER, and any other riot songs!]