Welcome to Isolation [open]

[igneus_laqueum]

Characters: Rita, open
Content: Rita is alive again, and could not be angrier.
Location: Outside of the Fashion Institute of Technology
Time of day: Good Morning
Warnings: Violence and/or swearing will most likely ensue.

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Fawful did not like the cold. Not because it was uncomfortable and miserable; his battered cloak cut out the brunt of it. No, he was more than accustomed to bitter cold and biting winds. That was the problem, in fact. It was too much like Joke's End, where Cackletta had spent so long raising him... where he'd learned all he knew, and where they came so close to victory... it was almost nice to be back in this weather, really, except for

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A slight grinding noise alerted Rita as she walked. She halted, peering around the streets, her thoughts suffocating in increasing exasperation.

Her eyes settled on a small figure, someone shuffling down the road with a sack trailing behind them.

Rita quietly studied this figure with a skeptical sidelong glance. She had seen stranger things, but she had never seen something quite like this. It almost made her wonder where she was. However, her mind was still too hot with anger, too jumbled to think straight.

She resorted to tossing her hands in the air in a half-shrug as she shook her head slightly, eyes widening in disbelief. Rita turned away from the strange creature and continued walking, hoping that this was some sort of bizarre dream which was occurring between life and death.

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Fawful watched the strange woman's pantomime of confused frustration, scowling. Her state was frazzled, her gait uneven, her temperance agitated. One of the many new arrivals to the city, most like. The boy didn't care much if finkrats decided to do things unbelievably stupid, such as wander about before studying the journals and getting proper information, but he figured some lenience was in store for those with less foresight.

"Do you hope to have the suicides?" he called to her. "To be wandering in such states, you will have them."

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"I could only hope so," Rita replied to the creature. "Any way to end it faster...more gloriously...and to ensure eternal peace-..."

She almost smiled.

"...-I would welcome it."

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Rita stopped immediately as the grating voice addressed her. For a brief moment, she nearly deceived herself into believing that Rainheart was calling out to her. She knew that this could not be so, however. The aggravated redhead turned around and faced her addressee.

The boy didn't look unlike Rainheart. Short, pudgy, smirking. He appeared to be wearing several tires around his midsection.

I ought to destroy him. Rita thought. She decided against it, however. Despite her growing anger at merely being alive, in addition to the winter cold which only further infuriated her, this boy's slight likeness to Rita's deceased brother had bought an immediate (albeit temporary) reprieve from her wrath.

"What do you want?" Rita asked, exasperated, hoping that the boy would either pull out a gun and shoot her in the head or at least offer her an explanation as to what exactly was happening here and why she had to be alive again.

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If Rita had held any sort of vicarious kinship with the butterball before her, it was gone now. Rainheart was nowhere near as loud or obnoxious as this idiot. Her neutral expression fell into a glare as the boy continued to speak.

He's nearly as annoying as Birdman...

Now the boy, 'Pokey', had the nerve to approach her. The nerve to grasp her finger. He leered up at her, obviously trying to manipulate her into giving him information about their surroundings