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Who; Mindfang and the Dolorosa
When; After her hissy fit
Where; Island
Style; Whichever, whatever
Status; Closed and ongoing.
Eventually her rage wears her out, fury turning to grief and Mindfang stops. She's broken so much, nails chipping, make up ruined. Her hair is in more of a tangled mess then ever and she can taste her blood from where she's cut her lip. And it hasn't changed a thing, it hasn't forced him to appear, hasn't made him see the light and if anything she jut hurts more then she did before.
And so she leaves, fleeing up to the island. The cold hits her as soon as she gets up there, dropping lower as the sun sinks but she can handle it. She's handled icy water, an her blood is cold enough that she should survive. So she slinks away from the elevator, rubbing a hand against her mouth and smearing blue blood over her cheek.
She'll stay here. At least here she should be alone. And with her communicator thrown aside earlier no one can bother her.
When; After her hissy fit
Where; Island
Style; Whichever, whatever
Status; Closed and ongoing.
Eventually her rage wears her out, fury turning to grief and Mindfang stops. She's broken so much, nails chipping, make up ruined. Her hair is in more of a tangled mess then ever and she can taste her blood from where she's cut her lip. And it hasn't changed a thing, it hasn't forced him to appear, hasn't made him see the light and if anything she jut hurts more then she did before.
And so she leaves, fleeing up to the island. The cold hits her as soon as she gets up there, dropping lower as the sun sinks but she can handle it. She's handled icy water, an her blood is cold enough that she should survive. So she slinks away from the elevator, rubbing a hand against her mouth and smearing blue blood over her cheek.
She'll stay here. At least here she should be alone. And with her communicator thrown aside earlier no one can bother her.
