Oct 19, 2011 12:53
[There's not much to see; at least, not at first. There's the noise of breathing, steady. A wordless hmming might be noticed by a few, if only by the annoying merit. For those that have good night vision, they will notice it is the strange young woman with long silver blonde hair, forge in her hands. For those who don't, they will have to be content with the rustle of fabric, and hair. That is, until she finally speaks.]
I want out.
Not....fun? Not duty. Not...anything.
Don't know this. No. Don't know at all.
I want...
[For a few moments, it seems that her demanding will be over and done with. But no. A window is shattered, and she leaps out of it, screaming at no one.]
LET ME OUT NOW! NOW! NOW!
dawn summers,
jack vessalius,
!miata,
bellatrix lestrange