Application: Violet Grimm, "Dogwitch" Comics

[the_dogwitch]

((OOC Note: Ralph and Dolores, the stuffed dog and doll, are animated toys. They are animated and given 'life' by Violet's own soul and magic; so they're little more than puppets that can move and talk because of a spell, and not separate characters.))

With a snap and a crackle (and a pop of smoke that smelled like a strange mixture of nicotine

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VOTE: SLYTHERIN

[racheltherunner]

I started to laugh. It was not a healthy sound. It was cracked lips and feverish eyes and being terrified to go home. It was loud and bitter and just this side of madness. "Too late," I gasped between sobbing heaves of sound. "Too late, too broken, too not enough for too long. Just stubborn now. Just holding on for the memory."

Reaching up to run my hand down the front of my dress in an imitation of her move, I smiled. "Already fallen, cookie. Fallen and ground under heel. All that's left is the husk."

Husks, tattered, dried up, thrown away, the both of us. Her used up by magic and demons, me by my own stupidity. But we were the same. Sad and suddenly quiet I looked at her.

"Slytherin."

Then I turned to wander out of the room, hips swaying, hunger pounding me into dust. She was my future. Or, no, wait - maybe I was her past. It was hard to keep track, hard to focus on much of anything for too long. Maybe I'd go back to my room. Try to find the hidden five hundred and thirty fifth crack in the ceiling. Try not to give in. Try to be better.

Too late.

Husks.

Gone.

Re: VOTE: SLYTHERIN

[the_dogwitch]

"Well, crazy just left," Ralph announced, shutting the video camera off. He'd been taping the whole thing from the other side of the room. "Disappointing, really. I thought it was going to get sexy."

"Me too, Ralphy," Violet shrugged, watching Rachel as she left, a glint in her eye. "Might be a sequel to this one. She needs to feed, and it looks like people aren't giving it up. Maybe I'll visit her again sometime."

The doll tutted, blinking fake eyelids and fake eyelashes in disapproval. "Don't bait her, Violet. She's trying to be better, unlike you."

"Yeah," Violet murmured. Then, she shrugged. "Oh well!" A bright smile crossed her features. "Guess she won't be getting any fun anytime soon!"