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thearena2012-11-19 09:02 pm
needsaprince) wrote in thearena2012-11-19 09:02 pm
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WHO | Lottie, Some, Howard, Draco, and Don, at various times.
WHAT | Sick Lottie is not doing so well.
WHEN | About a week in.
WHERE | Inside the building, hidden away.
WARNINGS / NOTES | Gruesome death.But not Grue Some death. I am working on the assumption that Some has her tucked away, and Don and Draco and Howard will come across her at different time. If anyone wants to actively kill her (Howard) or actively sit with her while she dies, just lemme know.
This was miserable.
She was covered in bruises. Every little touche seem to send bruised blossoming on her skin. And the knick on her leg when she had been tucked away here? Still oozing blood. Her brain felt feverish, fuzzy, and her hands trembled horridly whenever she tried to do, well...anything.
Some had left her with food and water, but it only made her feel guilty. Anything that went past her lips came right back out. She had given up on even trying anything besides sipping at the water.
At least, small favors, the little office they had found to tuck her away in had no mirrors. She could see redness on her hands, blisters and little sores. She knew she must look like a delight.
Time was moving strange. She caught her self singing, and had to force herself to stop. More than once. Than again, if someone found her in here and took her out, it wouldn't be too bad. She couldn't ask them to do that though.
WHAT | Sick Lottie is not doing so well.
WHEN | About a week in.
WHERE | Inside the building, hidden away.
WARNINGS / NOTES | Gruesome death.
This was miserable.
She was covered in bruises. Every little touche seem to send bruised blossoming on her skin. And the knick on her leg when she had been tucked away here? Still oozing blood. Her brain felt feverish, fuzzy, and her hands trembled horridly whenever she tried to do, well...anything.
Some had left her with food and water, but it only made her feel guilty. Anything that went past her lips came right back out. She had given up on even trying anything besides sipping at the water.
At least, small favors, the little office they had found to tuck her away in had no mirrors. She could see redness on her hands, blisters and little sores. She knew she must look like a delight.
Time was moving strange. She caught her self singing, and had to force herself to stop. More than once. Than again, if someone found her in here and took her out, it wouldn't be too bad. She couldn't ask them to do that though.
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She lifted a hand, laying it on his cheek.
"Tonight I'm gonna be well fed in a nice warm bed. This isn't anything bad at all."
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--help you win. Get you out. He bites his lip down, not daring to say it out loud lest those who counted decided to do something about that.
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And next time, and next time, and next time...she sighed softly. She was too worn down for all of this.