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towerofanimus2011-10-25 09:38 pm
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Yeah I think that I might break
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nicetomatoes and you.
Setting: Anywhere between the dorms and the cafeteria
Format: Whichever you prefer
Summary: Romana's tired, not thinking properly and there are people who want her dead. Which she doesn't realise. And then she gets killed.
Warnings: Gore, language, violence and like mentioned above, death by onelatomatetas
[Ever since the experiments Romana's done her best to stay hidden, out of sight and out of mind, She can't handle anyone seeing her like this, even through her clothes hide most of her damage. She can't manage to hide her feelings like this, the pure agony it is to feel the cloth against her torn off flesh. So she hides herself, in rooms that people rarely enter, and only comes out in the early hours of the morning, and even then it's only when the hunger and thirst become too much and she has to quickly make her way to the cafeteria to fix both issues before disappearing again. And there's of course the necessary stay in her dorm room every few days but she's managed to perfect the timing of that so that no one notices her, slipping in and only staying a few hours before fleeing again.
She's a monster. She knows that, and she knows that means she should hide. No one needs to see this twisted body, no one needs to feel sympathy for her.
But lack of food and lack of proper sleep have dulled her senses, confused her sense of time. What she thinks is sometime around 3 or 4 am, is closer to 6 or 7 and she's still not back in her hiding spots. Her feet practically drag as she walks through the hallway, heading back from the cafeteria. And while her hand rests on the pistol at her side, she knows deep down she doesn't have the energy to draw it, the strength to fire without having the kickback harm her. She wants to sleep, to close her eyes without worrying about who will see her, what they'll think if they see her. It doesn't matter that the skin flayed off her spine, legs and inner elbows is covered by clothes (stinging scratchy clothes that cause her agony with each movement) Or that no one can see that her lungs and ribs are gone, skin of her torso stripped away and only a high necked blouse hides it. She knows it's there. And she can't let anyone see her.
But...
she's so so tired...
She just wants it all to end.]
nicetomatoes and you.Setting: Anywhere between the dorms and the cafeteria
Format: Whichever you prefer
Summary: Romana's tired, not thinking properly and there are people who want her dead. Which she doesn't realise. And then she gets killed.
Warnings: Gore, language, violence and like mentioned above, death by one
latomatetas[Ever since the experiments Romana's done her best to stay hidden, out of sight and out of mind, She can't handle anyone seeing her like this, even through her clothes hide most of her damage. She can't manage to hide her feelings like this, the pure agony it is to feel the cloth against her torn off flesh. So she hides herself, in rooms that people rarely enter, and only comes out in the early hours of the morning, and even then it's only when the hunger and thirst become too much and she has to quickly make her way to the cafeteria to fix both issues before disappearing again. And there's of course the necessary stay in her dorm room every few days but she's managed to perfect the timing of that so that no one notices her, slipping in and only staying a few hours before fleeing again.
She's a monster. She knows that, and she knows that means she should hide. No one needs to see this twisted body, no one needs to feel sympathy for her.
But lack of food and lack of proper sleep have dulled her senses, confused her sense of time. What she thinks is sometime around 3 or 4 am, is closer to 6 or 7 and she's still not back in her hiding spots. Her feet practically drag as she walks through the hallway, heading back from the cafeteria. And while her hand rests on the pistol at her side, she knows deep down she doesn't have the energy to draw it, the strength to fire without having the kickback harm her. She wants to sleep, to close her eyes without worrying about who will see her, what they'll think if they see her. It doesn't matter that the skin flayed off her spine, legs and inner elbows is covered by clothes (stinging scratchy clothes that cause her agony with each movement) Or that no one can see that her lungs and ribs are gone, skin of her torso stripped away and only a high necked blouse hides it. She knows it's there. And she can't let anyone see her.
But...
she's so so tired...
She just wants it all to end.]
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Chiquita?
[ She shakes her head, frowning. This may be Romana's flesh, or what's left of it, but after the experimentation, who's to say it's still the same person? The body might be hers, but the mind might not be. And how dare she use Spain's human name? ]
No, you're not her. Who are you?
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Spagna... it's me, Romana... Chiara. Chi... Chiquita.
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No, Romana, my Chiquita, she's beautiful, graceful, whole. You are but a shadow of her... no, an imposter.