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capeandcowllogs2012-10-22 08:08 pm
recurve) wrote in capeandcowllogs2012-10-22 08:08 pm
If you could only see the beast you've made of me
WHO: Kate & YOU.
WHERE: Hotel Castillo
WHEN: Monday
WARNINGS: Decaying flesh.
SUMMARY: Kate thought she was okay at first. Then her flesh started rotting off.
FORMAT: Quick to start, tagger's choice.
[She thought she was lucky. She hadn't gone to the masked ball, and as such, she figured she might not catch whatever virus had been released onto the partygoers. She felt okay most of Sunday, just a little dizzy before she fell asleep checking out flights out of the country on her phone.
When she woke up Monday morning, however, the situation had shifted dramatically. She felt like she could barely lift her head up, lifting her arms was a trial in and of itself. It was like her muscles had all atrophied over night, and when she was finally able to drag herself off the bed and to a mirror-- one leg dragging inelegantly behind the rest of her in an oddly terrifying shuffle, she was horrified by what she saw. Her face was gaunt, greenish grey, eyes sunken in and dead looking. She looked more corpse than living and breathing woman, and when she opened her mouth to scream, all that came out was a gurgling, gasping sound.
With every ounce of her strength, she threw open the door and stumbled into the hall of the hotel, grunting at the top of her lungs. The sound is rough and strangled]
I think I'm about to die!
WHERE: Hotel Castillo
WHEN: Monday
WARNINGS: Decaying flesh.
SUMMARY: Kate thought she was okay at first. Then her flesh started rotting off.
FORMAT: Quick to start, tagger's choice.
[She thought she was lucky. She hadn't gone to the masked ball, and as such, she figured she might not catch whatever virus had been released onto the partygoers. She felt okay most of Sunday, just a little dizzy before she fell asleep checking out flights out of the country on her phone.
When she woke up Monday morning, however, the situation had shifted dramatically. She felt like she could barely lift her head up, lifting her arms was a trial in and of itself. It was like her muscles had all atrophied over night, and when she was finally able to drag herself off the bed and to a mirror-- one leg dragging inelegantly behind the rest of her in an oddly terrifying shuffle, she was horrified by what she saw. Her face was gaunt, greenish grey, eyes sunken in and dead looking. She looked more corpse than living and breathing woman, and when she opened her mouth to scream, all that came out was a gurgling, gasping sound.
With every ounce of her strength, she threw open the door and stumbled into the hall of the hotel, grunting at the top of her lungs. The sound is rough and strangled]
I think I'm about to die!