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towerofanimus2012-12-16 09:36 pm
divinitysoiled) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-16 09:36 pm
Entry tags:
A time for paranoia
Characters: Catarina and YOU
Setting: Room 1-01 and the hallways surrounding the dorms
Format: Action brackets, will match prose
Summary: Catarina is now sick, paranoid, and not used to any of it.
Warnings: Paranoid succubus
[Catarina had rarely slept in her room. Only when she felt tired enough that sleep was required, and even then the feeling was so foreign that she usually put it off until she was nearly falling over from need to sleep. So here she was, on her bed, her eyes closed and trying to allow herself to sleep.]
[Or she would if she could stop coughing. She buried her head in the pillow, trying to muffle the noise. It was a weak noise, one that signified an animal ready to be killed. Every part of her screamed to make sure no one could hear her. They would kill her if they did. The beautiful Irisviel, who was of Saber's heart, and the Saber that was not Saber, not Arturia. They would get her, they-]
[Catarina quickly rushed out of bed, unable to stew with her thoughts any longer in such a confined space. She started to wander the halls of the dorms, ill eyes watching those around her and brushing the hilt of her knife occasionally when she felt threatened by one of the inhabitants. She wouldn't lose to anyone here. She'd live.]
Setting: Room 1-01 and the hallways surrounding the dorms
Format: Action brackets, will match prose
Summary: Catarina is now sick, paranoid, and not used to any of it.
Warnings: Paranoid succubus
[Catarina had rarely slept in her room. Only when she felt tired enough that sleep was required, and even then the feeling was so foreign that she usually put it off until she was nearly falling over from need to sleep. So here she was, on her bed, her eyes closed and trying to allow herself to sleep.]
[Or she would if she could stop coughing. She buried her head in the pillow, trying to muffle the noise. It was a weak noise, one that signified an animal ready to be killed. Every part of her screamed to make sure no one could hear her. They would kill her if they did. The beautiful Irisviel, who was of Saber's heart, and the Saber that was not Saber, not Arturia. They would get her, they-]
[Catarina quickly rushed out of bed, unable to stew with her thoughts any longer in such a confined space. She started to wander the halls of the dorms, ill eyes watching those around her and brushing the hilt of her knife occasionally when she felt threatened by one of the inhabitants. She wouldn't lose to anyone here. She'd live.]