Guilt runs deep / Active / Open
Who: Mary, Open
Where: Feel free to put location in the subject bar
When: Night 004
What: Meetings and tears? All the tears ever.
Warnings: None as of yet.
Awareness returned slowly to Mary...the dust laying in a thick layer on her prone body. She woke up like this far too much...it wasn't right. Groaning softly, she forced herself to sit up as the memories of everything that had happened flooded back to her.
Knuckle...Giotto...Oh God...it was nothing short of a miracle that Nina didn't look for her. She knew that she would have at least seriously injured the child.
Shakily making her way out of the attic, Mary slid down the wall once she reached the hallway. She needed to find Giotto, she didn't know if she was still a danger...but she couldn't take the chance. Even if he had to tie her to her bed, she couldn't risk hurting anyone.
"Oh God...what have I done?" She purposely antagonized Kuckle, made him hit her even though she knew that he'd beat himself up over it. The bruise was healed, but she knew that the mental damage done wouldn't leave for a long time. He was a sweet and gentle man, he wouldn't have even touched her if he'd had some choice in the matter.
She had to find him. She had to apologize. Making her way down the hall, she wrapped her arms around herself as she searched for someone she knew...particularly as she likely wasn't herself the last time she seen them.
Where: Feel free to put location in the subject bar
When: Night 004
What: Meetings and tears? All the tears ever.
Warnings: None as of yet.
Awareness returned slowly to Mary...the dust laying in a thick layer on her prone body. She woke up like this far too much...it wasn't right. Groaning softly, she forced herself to sit up as the memories of everything that had happened flooded back to her.
Knuckle...Giotto...Oh God...it was nothing short of a miracle that Nina didn't look for her. She knew that she would have at least seriously injured the child.
Shakily making her way out of the attic, Mary slid down the wall once she reached the hallway. She needed to find Giotto, she didn't know if she was still a danger...but she couldn't take the chance. Even if he had to tie her to her bed, she couldn't risk hurting anyone.
"Oh God...what have I done?" She purposely antagonized Kuckle, made him hit her even though she knew that he'd beat himself up over it. The bruise was healed, but she knew that the mental damage done wouldn't leave for a long time. He was a sweet and gentle man, he wouldn't have even touched her if he'd had some choice in the matter.
She had to find him. She had to apologize. Making her way down the hall, she wrapped her arms around herself as she searched for someone she knew...particularly as she likely wasn't herself the last time she seen them.