24 bullet casings
[now that she is no longer a cat, Eunice is celebrating her one year Paraversary in the gym, in yoga pants and a tight black tank top, pummeling the living daylights out of one of the punching bags. she's got her hands wrapped up in boxing tape, her hair tied back, and the whole nine yards. it's not completely clear WHO she thinks she's taking her anger out on, but it's clearly someone]
-- without even sayin' --
-- TWICE, no less --
-- and not to mention this stupid GODDAMN --
-- and you and your --
-- can't even know if you're alright --
[okay, so maybe it's safe to say that it's more than ONE someone in her mind's eye. on that last one she doesn't hit it quite as hard, and she stops to take a breather and grab some water. she watches the punching bag swing in lazy, crazy circles as it recovers from its beating, and sighs]
You'd think it'd get easier.
((So very, very open for bothering.))
-- without even sayin' --
-- TWICE, no less --
-- and not to mention this stupid GODDAMN --
-- and you and your --
-- can't even know if you're alright --
[okay, so maybe it's safe to say that it's more than ONE someone in her mind's eye. on that last one she doesn't hit it quite as hard, and she stops to take a breather and grab some water. she watches the punching bag swing in lazy, crazy circles as it recovers from its beating, and sighs]
You'd think it'd get easier.
((So very, very open for bothering.))