we're on the run [closed]
CHARACTERS: Suki Sasaki [cdconspeeddial] and Maya Gale [thyellodis]
LOCATION/SETTING: North Quad, room 509
DATE & TIME June 18, late evening
WARNINGS language, probably
SUMMARY: Suki, being Suki, isn't the best of roommates. Maya's going to find out the hard way, poor girl.
[Suki usually keeps her laundry supplies under the bathroom counter. It's for convenience, she usually claims, though it's not very convenient for her laundry. It is, however, right there for when Suki's gotten particularly stressed and decides to bring a cup with her. Tugging out the clorox, a small smile forms as she removes the cap and begins to pour herself a cup.
Sure, there are other ways to live a less-stressful life, like working out or taking breathers. But Suki? Drastic as she was, normal methods were just not her style. She returns the bottle to its spot under the cabinet and shuts the door. Bleach... syrupy and clear...
And lifting the cup to her lips, she drinks quickly. There was no way to savor bleach; after all, the corrosive, dangerous liquid had nothing but damaging effects on the human body, no matter how many times it's ingested. Not like Suki cares. It's been years and she's lost count. As the familiar, heated burn creeps down her esophagus and spreads a warmth about her insides, she drops the cup in the sink and leaves the room to sink on the couch.
It's not that bad. Not this time, at least.
...but then Suki realizes she didn't actually, properly plan her back-up action.]
...fuck. Where's the closest hospital to this school?
[Well, she's got a bit of a while before anything too damaging happens. And if all else, her roommate would probably know what the 911 of France is. Suki doesn't rush herself and just plops on the couch.]
Is that chick even here...?
LOCATION/SETTING: North Quad, room 509
DATE & TIME June 18, late evening
WARNINGS language, probably
SUMMARY: Suki, being Suki, isn't the best of roommates. Maya's going to find out the hard way, poor girl.
[Suki usually keeps her laundry supplies under the bathroom counter. It's for convenience, she usually claims, though it's not very convenient for her laundry. It is, however, right there for when Suki's gotten particularly stressed and decides to bring a cup with her. Tugging out the clorox, a small smile forms as she removes the cap and begins to pour herself a cup.
Sure, there are other ways to live a less-stressful life, like working out or taking breathers. But Suki? Drastic as she was, normal methods were just not her style. She returns the bottle to its spot under the cabinet and shuts the door. Bleach... syrupy and clear...
And lifting the cup to her lips, she drinks quickly. There was no way to savor bleach; after all, the corrosive, dangerous liquid had nothing but damaging effects on the human body, no matter how many times it's ingested. Not like Suki cares. It's been years and she's lost count. As the familiar, heated burn creeps down her esophagus and spreads a warmth about her insides, she drops the cup in the sink and leaves the room to sink on the couch.
It's not that bad. Not this time, at least.
...but then Suki realizes she didn't actually, properly plan her back-up action.]
...fuck. Where's the closest hospital to this school?
[Well, she's got a bit of a while before anything too damaging happens. And if all else, her roommate would probably know what the 911 of France is. Suki doesn't rush herself and just plops on the couch.]
Is that chick even here...?