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[She trashed the apartment this morning. The anxiety mounted above and beyond what could she could handle, that knot of glass and tar inside of her chest unbearable, the crying inside of her head pulsating too heavily. It's been building there, behind her eyes and deep in her stomach and lungs, for weeks now. She's been counting down to this day, or maybe it's been creeping up to her. Climbing over her, choking her.

The wreckage is inevitable, furniture overturned and porcelain shards scattered across the floor. Her dog is clawing at the bathroom door now, and for some reason that she doesn't understand, she has this to share with the network,]

CAROLENA MARÍANNA MORIR
09/08/1986 — 03/26/2011
BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR .

[[ooc; This post is a catchall for Carla's suicide. This is a blanket trigger warning for the entirety of this post and any comments that may follow. She will answer any network comments, but it will be timelined to before her final episode. Action from folks involved in this fiasco are welcome, as well as any initial visitors on Sunday (it takes 24 hours for the dead to wake up.)

By the way, it's her birthday. She's 30 today.]]

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It's all the time stuff. 'Cause everyone's from different years, and the City is in a different year, too, isn't it?

I don't know what year the City pretends to be in.

Just makes it even more confusing.

Whatever.

You okay?

I'm fine.

[She's not and she rarely ever is.]

I wouldn't be looking at my own death date and all.

But I guess you're made of a tougher stuff.

[A pause.]

You sure?

I knew when it was.

[The shrug is in her voice, but the flatness of her tone could perhaps be described as eerie.]

That doesn't really make things easier, does it?

Or is it easier to treat it so carelessly?

It is.

[Until it isn't.]

[A sigh.]

Well, you need anyone to just keep company with, I do know how to shut up sometimes, granted, I've got a wedding later today, but the invitation's there all the same.

I'm fine.

You know I'm not buying it if you gotta say it more than once, right?

I'm not asking.

[She's telling.]

And I'm not buying, but that doesn't change anything.

No, it doesn't.

[Flat.]

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