[Make my pain go away, Active, Open]
Who: Mary Winchester, Open
Where: Kitchen
When: Night 3
What: Mary has discovered that the bracelets cause itching. And it's annoying her far more than it should...anyone want to stop her before she scratches her wrist off?
Warnings: None yet.
Anyone entering the kitchen will see a familiar blond woman huddled in the floor, scratch marks from her nails almost covering her lower arm. The bracelet was making her wrist itch worse than she thought it would, even the cool water didn't relive the discomfort that was steadily rising to agony. She was frustrated and naturally that bled into her temperament. Even the faeries that adorned her room just made her more upset...the only place she could find that was comfortable was sititng on the floor of the kitched, the cool linolium a comfort even as shadows occasionally moved around the room.
Trying to find the crying baby took her mind off of the itching for a while, but as soon as it ended...she was right back where she'd started. Whimpering softly as the itching spied again, she immediately want back to scratching at her abused skin, not caring that sooner or later she may start bleeding from the action.
"Please...Please just make it stop..." She was at her breaking point, she'd dealt with it for as long as she could..and she didn't think she could take it much more.
Where: Kitchen
When: Night 3
What: Mary has discovered that the bracelets cause itching. And it's annoying her far more than it should...anyone want to stop her before she scratches her wrist off?
Warnings: None yet.
Anyone entering the kitchen will see a familiar blond woman huddled in the floor, scratch marks from her nails almost covering her lower arm. The bracelet was making her wrist itch worse than she thought it would, even the cool water didn't relive the discomfort that was steadily rising to agony. She was frustrated and naturally that bled into her temperament. Even the faeries that adorned her room just made her more upset...the only place she could find that was comfortable was sititng on the floor of the kitched, the cool linolium a comfort even as shadows occasionally moved around the room.
Trying to find the crying baby took her mind off of the itching for a while, but as soon as it ended...she was right back where she'd started. Whimpering softly as the itching spied again, she immediately want back to scratching at her abused skin, not caring that sooner or later she may start bleeding from the action.
"Please...Please just make it stop..." She was at her breaking point, she'd dealt with it for as long as she could..and she didn't think she could take it much more.