Lucy Stillman ❖ 001 [Video]

[assassininheels]

[The video feed starts with the Portal of who's ever on being dropped on the floor of a bedroom. The view then settles on a blond young woman, her face conveying her panic and pain as she looks down at her heavily blood stained shirt. The blood seems fresh enough to transfer to her hands, but she lifts up the fabric to reveal the creamy skin of her stomach with no signs of a wound but a small lozenge scar that has the pinkish look being in the process of healing. The woman tentatively runs her fingers over and her expression relaxes slightly before she frowns again. This time she looks around, standing up and walking away from her bed. In her wake, she kicks the Portal and it luckily follows her steps to her dresser, where rests her mask. She picks it up, her lips thinning in annoyance before she puts it on with a sigh. Lucy doesn't even want to look at the mirror that's in the corner of her room: she's not sure she wants to know what it's going to reveal.]

I thought this place was just a really weird dream.

[But seeing as she's dying, or dead even, she's not sure anymore. Still...]

This is the worst timing ever...

[Even if it means she's living on borrowed time here.]