I never have a good subject

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Characters: Milagro, Open
Setting: Dormitories, Floor One
Format: Starting in brackets, will match whatever you do.
Summary: Milagro's pissed off at the world, and she's going to find a way to never lose her lantern ring again.
Warnings: Horror for Milagro's condition, eventual gore


[Everything has been a struggle for Milagro since her operation. She's still in constant pain, and can't even do simple things for herself anymore. Her hair's been unbrushed for days, her teeth for longer, and under the illusion of her ring, she's been wearing the same thing for days. She's hurt, she's mad, and she's extremely sick of being helpless. So she does what any good Green Lantern would do. She pushes the fear and pain down, and out of sheer willpower, makes a decision.

She's never going to be caught helpless and without her ring again.

Anyone can find her, marching around the dormitories, scowling, her mouth shut and looking suspiciously full. She's a girl with a plan.

She's just got to find someone she can convince to go along with this plan first.]

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[terranicidal.livejournal.com]

[Abel and Milagro make inevitable contact when turning the corner -- Abel having been consulting some papers in his hands which he fumbles when they bump into each other.

he looks irritated, but the usual snap he'd give someone for carelessness (though it was probably his fault for not paying attention to where he was walking...) is stifled when he catches sight of her. she looks...

...well, terrible. this is Abel sort've staring in wary perplexity.]

[princesslantern.livejournal.com]

[terranicidal.livejournal.com]

[he's too shocked and... frankly, disturbed by her state of being to think about issuing the snide remark that would normally come at a time like this.

it's not like he's concerned... no, no, of course not. it's just morbid curiosity that has him stuck in place. he wouldn't worry for a human. no, never... not him. :|]

...What happened?

['are you okay' seems rather pointless...]

[princesslantern.livejournal.com]

The people here did this to me.

[terranicidal.livejournal.com]

[it isn't ridiculous to him. he's wearing a collar -- as is she, and he's no stranger to the horrifically inhumane things mankind is capable of doing to itself. particularly when collars and other symbols of 'ownership' are thrown into the mix. someone always feels superior... believes they have the rights of God, over their own kind...

he grimaces in response, glancing at her arms... and then back at her face. she has something in her mouth... but he can't tell what.]

Did they say why?

[princesslantern.livejournal.com]

No. They didn't say anything.

[terranicidal.livejournal.com]

[they mangled her without a word...?]

...

What are you planning to do?

[he knows that look in her eyes... that was fire.]

[princesslantern.livejournal.com]

Kill them before they hurt anyone else.

[terranicidal.livejournal.com]

Difficult to do if you can't locate them.

If you haven't noticed, they aren't exactly lingering around for afternoon tea.

[princesslantern.livejournal.com]

They're down the elevator.

[terranicidal.livejournal.com]

The seemingly indestructible elevator that we have no access to.

[princesslantern.livejournal.com]

Obviously you're underestimating what I can do.

[terranicidal.livejournal.com]

Then by all means. [he gestures down the hall; it isn't like he'd get in her way.

he might even follow, just to watch her try. a little 'told you so' jibe because he's clearly so mature.]

[princesslantern.livejournal.com]

Not yet, stupid!

[terranicidal.livejournal.com]

[he can't help the slightly amused twitch at his lips.... heh.]

What are you waiting for?