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( Big girls don't cry, gdi. They just hex people. )

[Locked from Natalia]

John's in the hospital and now I keep seeing all these odd flyers around Liberty with my name and his a-and, Sálvame Maria, w-what in the world is going on-?

Is she really doing this-?

I knew that was going to come back and bite me in the ass.

[Emi was going to kill Natalia.

She was going to kill Natalia slowly, painfully, and with her bare hands or, Lord help her, she was going to murder whoever had the gall to stop her.

Over the course of the last few days, Emi's attempts to free herself of Natalia had been, well, they had put down. Put down by a pair of handcuffs. Yes, handcuffs. As ( Read more... )

[Friday, and Natalia had yet to leave. And it were not for the fact that she was locked up inside her apartment with a psychopath, not being allowed to sleep, and being forced to sit by said psychopath, it would have been just any other Friday for Emi. But it wasn't. So now she was stuck occupying her thoughts with three key questions: One, had ( Read more... )

[Natalia has yet to leave Emi's apartment. And after a somewhat violent, impromptu spar that resulted from Emi, once again, attempting to grab her phone, scream for help, and maybe even threatening to scale down the remains of her fire escape (which she has yet to figure out how Natalia managed to ruin), Emi has more or less given up for the time ( Read more... )

Huh, it looks like I get better reception in the elevators.

The hospital is apparently letting me go back home tomorrow. However, I think it might have more to do with the fact that I may have raised hell butted heads with the nurses more than once. Not like I could help it, though. Especially after what happened yesterday...

I mean, being made to ( Read more... )