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capeandcowllogs2012-08-26 08:55 pm
luckout) wrote in capeandcowllogs2012-08-26 08:55 pm
it's so hard to say it
WHO: John Egbert [dupable] and Vriska Serket [luckout]
WHERE: Vriska's hive.
WHEN: Sunday, August 26th.
WARNINGS: Language, mostly? Maybe talk of death.
SUMMARY: Vriska revived from her death on hellbus, sulked around for a day playing video games, and then decided she needed some company so she wouldn't have to think about it.
FORMAT: Action I guess!
[Vriska's still second guessing her decision to invite John over, staring down at her phone in her pale hands. Pale human hands. She doesn't know how or why she's human, but she hates it. Everything about her body feels delicate and fragile. There's no tough skin there anymore, and forget seeing in the dark easily anymore, and after just a day of staying up she's exhausted. Her whole constitution is shot to hell and it seems like her powers are gone too. She's tired of thinking about it already, because it all comes back to the conclusion that she must be being punished for dying.
She leans back in her chair, tossing her phone on the desk and dragging her hands over her head, through her hair. She subconsciously feels where her horns should be, and it's so weird without them. They weren't very heavy, but she feels like her balance is off without them anyway, probably just because she's so hyper aware of their absence. Ugh, she can't stop thinking about it. John needs to get there soon- she needs to immerse herself in video games and just forget about all of it.]
dupable] and Vriska Serket [luckout]WHERE: Vriska's hive.
WHEN: Sunday, August 26th.
WARNINGS: Language, mostly? Maybe talk of death.
SUMMARY: Vriska revived from her death on hellbus, sulked around for a day playing video games, and then decided she needed some company so she wouldn't have to think about it.
FORMAT: Action I guess!
[Vriska's still second guessing her decision to invite John over, staring down at her phone in her pale hands. Pale human hands. She doesn't know how or why she's human, but she hates it. Everything about her body feels delicate and fragile. There's no tough skin there anymore, and forget seeing in the dark easily anymore, and after just a day of staying up she's exhausted. Her whole constitution is shot to hell and it seems like her powers are gone too. She's tired of thinking about it already, because it all comes back to the conclusion that she must be being punished for dying.
She leans back in her chair, tossing her phone on the desk and dragging her hands over her head, through her hair. She subconsciously feels where her horns should be, and it's so weird without them. They weren't very heavy, but she feels like her balance is off without them anyway, probably just because she's so hyper aware of their absence. Ugh, she can't stop thinking about it. John needs to get there soon- she needs to immerse herself in video games and just forget about all of it.]