Third roll||night||teneka/video (fear)
[There's blood, blue blood, oh so enviable cerulean swill but not from a wound that went through her back to front.
It's the blood of a fight as she stares at something only there in her mind, vascular pumping organ beating like a hammer as she forces herself to stay upright. She's breathing hard, almost shaking but it's all in her head, just like the swirl of coloured blood at her feet that spans the hemospectrum.
And what does she see? Jack Noir. Jack Noir with all of their blood on his hands. All of them dead except for her, the veil pressing in around her as she steps through the pools of blood, her own joining it from other wounds and Jack...Jack merely smiles.
She stops. She takes a breath because this wasn't meant to happen. Her anger fails her for a second and then it's just failure crashing down on her, making her hands clench into fists by her side.]
Weak. Weaky weak weaksauce.
[She is not aware of any of this broadcast being shown, that her thoughts are there for all the city to pick up. She glares up at Jack.]
Fuck you! It wasn't meant to be like this!
[Her glare becomes colder. It doesn't matter now. Not one bit. She growls in the back of her throat and lashes out at something that isn't even there.]
[[ooc: Vriska is going to keep attacking 'Jack' (which is just the nearest large inanimate object) until she thinks he's gone.]]
It's the blood of a fight as she stares at something only there in her mind, vascular pumping organ beating like a hammer as she forces herself to stay upright. She's breathing hard, almost shaking but it's all in her head, just like the swirl of coloured blood at her feet that spans the hemospectrum.
And what does she see? Jack Noir. Jack Noir with all of their blood on his hands. All of them dead except for her, the veil pressing in around her as she steps through the pools of blood, her own joining it from other wounds and Jack...Jack merely smiles.
She stops. She takes a breath because this wasn't meant to happen. Her anger fails her for a second and then it's just failure crashing down on her, making her hands clench into fists by her side.]
Weak. Weaky weak weaksauce.
[She is not aware of any of this broadcast being shown, that her thoughts are there for all the city to pick up. She glares up at Jack.]
Fuck you! It wasn't meant to be like this!
[Her glare becomes colder. It doesn't matter now. Not one bit. She growls in the back of her throat and lashes out at something that isn't even there.]
[[ooc: Vriska is going to keep attacking 'Jack' (which is just the nearest large inanimate object) until she thinks he's gone.]]