she didn't choose this role

[madamemoiselle]

Characters: The lovely and charming madamemoiselle and the crazy hack measureslunacy
Location: Arkham Asylum, in/outside Diva's cell
Time: A few days after this prompt
Warnings: Diva being a crazy bitch, Jerry being a crazy ass, the usual

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[madamemoiselle]

Her frown deepened even further, and she knew that he was the one being deluded. Arkham had actually seen her throw a bus, bit him and taken his blood, and seen her wounds heal over in seconds. Refusing to believe that she was more than human after all that was just foolish.

"What's troubling me is how you're going to starve me to death. I think that would trouble anyone, don't you?" she chimed.

Diva sighed and sat down by the edge of the glass to watch his blurry image through the water. It felt a little easier to sit rather than stand, which she disliked severely.

"All my important possessions are safe anyways, and I can have them any time I want. You were stupid to threaten taking them away from me, so that's why dear Mr. Salinger had to die. You should keep your new recruits away from me, Arkham. I'll eat them up~" she giggled, but then continued more seriously, "Sell my homes and the rest of the possessions if you want. They'll make you a pretty 100 million dollars or so if you can manage it. Or maybe even more, since they belonged to me. Isn't it odd how humans will still idolize a person after they've done something terrible? My voice isn't tainted at all by my actions, so I guess that's why."

She paused, tilting her head to the side slightly, "I want a piano, though. I don't like singing a capella all the time. I bet you and everyone else here enjoys my singing, though."