Hurt/Comfort / Aphro, maybe?
Does it bother you? Of course it does.
If there was one thing Marie wasn't proud of, it was the fact that the Hotel put her through situations that went against what she claimed to be against.
"I'm not a monster." Ha! Look what you do. You control people, ambush them, dominate them. Of course you're a monster. Stop denying that you are.
It seemed that, for once, Marie decided to take reflection on some of the things she's done. Curled up in her room, she tried to voice some sort of objection and couldn't.
Why don't you stop kidding yourself? No one here would accept your lies anymore. You're a monster and you enjoy taking advantage of other people in this place.
"I'm not a monster! I'm not!" she finally cried out. "I'm... I'm not a monster... I'm..." Shivering, she curled up tight and began to cry.
She wasn't a monster. She kept trying to tell herself that. How come she didn't want to accept it now?
(OoC: Been wanting to do this for awhile. Marie's little actions have finally taken her toll on her and she isn't sure what she is anymore. Your character? You can try to cheer her up or, hell, take advantage of the situation!
Guys and ladies both welcome and none of the usual bathroom/violence/death schtick!)
If there was one thing Marie wasn't proud of, it was the fact that the Hotel put her through situations that went against what she claimed to be against.
"I'm not a monster." Ha! Look what you do. You control people, ambush them, dominate them. Of course you're a monster. Stop denying that you are.
It seemed that, for once, Marie decided to take reflection on some of the things she's done. Curled up in her room, she tried to voice some sort of objection and couldn't.
Why don't you stop kidding yourself? No one here would accept your lies anymore. You're a monster and you enjoy taking advantage of other people in this place.
"I'm not a monster! I'm not!" she finally cried out. "I'm... I'm not a monster... I'm..." Shivering, she curled up tight and began to cry.
She wasn't a monster. She kept trying to tell herself that. How come she didn't want to accept it now?
(OoC: Been wanting to do this for awhile. Marie's little actions have finally taken her toll on her and she isn't sure what she is anymore. Your character? You can try to cheer her up or, hell, take advantage of the situation!
Guys and ladies both welcome and none of the usual bathroom/violence/death schtick!)