(carolena) lady of sorrows (
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poly_chromatic2013-07-26 09:51 am
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[Her voice is deep, melodious. She doesn't sing, but she does chant the little spell with a lilting air.]
Ladybird Ladybird, fly away home. Your house is on fire, your children shall burn. Ladybird Ladybird, fly away home. Your house is on fire, your children shall burn. Ladybird Ladybird, fly away home. Your house is on fire, your children shall burn.
[And her tone changes with a snap, shouting:] Come look at me, you fucking bitch.
[Breath.]
I bet you're happy.
[Then quietly,] He was supposed to be the one to suffer.
[[ooc; Losing her shit after being cured of the plague, like I promised. Anyone who wants to just jump straight to action is welcome to. The folks she'd go to know who they are. For the rest, the doors are unlocked at the flat. Action threads come with a tw: self-harm.
This is also forward dated a few days, because I really don't tend to tag on weekends.]]
Ladybird Ladybird, fly away home. Your house is on fire, your children shall burn. Ladybird Ladybird, fly away home. Your house is on fire, your children shall burn. Ladybird Ladybird, fly away home. Your house is on fire, your children shall burn.
[And her tone changes with a snap, shouting:] Come look at me, you fucking bitch.
[Breath.]
I bet you're happy.
[Then quietly,] He was supposed to be the one to suffer.
[[ooc; Losing her shit after being cured of the plague, like I promised. Anyone who wants to just jump straight to action is welcome to. The folks she'd go to know who they are. For the rest, the doors are unlocked at the flat. Action threads come with a tw: self-harm.
This is also forward dated a few days, because I really don't tend to tag on weekends.]]
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[It isn't a particularly rational statement. Carla isn't a particularly rational woman. Being resurrected from the dead and kept in isolation with the man responsible, while her undead flesh slowly rotted around her, had not been good for her mental health. She is hurt and vengeful and confused, and in the back of her twisted little mind she blames herself for all of it. She should have been stronger. Better. She should have ripped his throat out rather than adoring him.]
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[Not the entire time. It was only after he dragged her out of her grave and kept her as his pet that the Stockholm Syndrome set in, and he should have at least had the decency to love her back.]
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[Because he wasn't.]
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