Blue has only been here a few days, long enough to be pissed at the circumstances—and to get over it, kind of. She’s still seething, particularly at her list of supposed sins (how what she had done counted as murder was beyond her), and having no outlet. The hunger that was starting to set in didn’t help.
It was a search for something to do, or something to eat, that led her back through the lobby and into the bar she had found on her first days. The food was out, but company maybe—Or she could just find crap holiday music on repeat.
“At least it’s not ‘Christmas Shoes’ playing over and over again.” Ah, the thrills of tempting fate.
Prompt II
I am not answering that.
[They already had her here. She didn’t owe them her memories, the fond days in dappled sunlight and warped time of a temporal magic forest. They wouldn’t get it.]
Can’t make me.
Reach Up High
Prompt I
She’s shaking, staring at the knives and the lists. The temptation to get to over with combating the rebellious urge to not give in to what this place was asking. Blood, and the letting of it, was sacred. To carve a sin into her skin: a permanent confession.
“What do you think?” It’s a quiet uneasy question, asked as she shrinks from the table with arms crossed over her chest. She isn’t sure about how much value she’ll place on her “partners” opinion, but she should probably ask for it. They were stuck in here together, it was only fair.
Wildcard
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Blue Sargent | The Raven Cycle
Stand Your Ground
Prompt I
Blue has only been here a few days, long enough to be pissed at the circumstances—and to get over it, kind of. She’s still seething, particularly at her list of supposed sins (how what she had done counted as murder was beyond her), and having no outlet. The hunger that was starting to set in didn’t help.
It was a search for something to do, or something to eat, that led her back through the lobby and into the bar she had found on her first days. The food was out, but company maybe—Or she could just find crap holiday music on repeat.
“At least it’s not ‘Christmas Shoes’ playing over and over again.” Ah, the thrills of tempting fate.
Prompt II
I am not answering that.
[They already had her here. She didn’t owe them her memories, the fond days in dappled sunlight and warped time of a temporal magic forest. They wouldn’t get it.]
Can’t make me.
Reach Up High
Prompt I
She’s shaking, staring at the knives and the lists. The temptation to get to over with combating the rebellious urge to not give in to what this place was asking. Blood, and the letting of it, was sacred. To carve a sin into her skin: a permanent confession.
“What do you think?” It’s a quiet uneasy question, asked as she shrinks from the table with arms crossed over her chest. She isn’t sure about how much value she’ll place on her “partners” opinion, but she should probably ask for it. They were stuck in here together, it was only fair.
Wildcard
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