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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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I hear that a lot.

[Her vampire ex-husband, her other demon friends. She was a popular girl for being such a dysfunctional bitch.]

[Because she's a dysfunctional bitch.]

Now that we've had our warm and fuzzy moment, before I get quite ill, I'm going to finish my lunch, and I assume you're going to want some. Then I'm going to walk out of here and you can look me up when they see fit to untie you.

I could eat all of it, if you're feeling too delicate.

[Translation: your assumption is correct.]

Tch, do I look like I'm on a diet? [Yet strangely, there seems to be almost an entire filet when he cuts into it again. He won't manifest loaves and fishes proportions for the lunch, but there's definitely going to be more there than there should be.]

Maybe like you need one.

[But that's just flirtation at this point.]

Then again, you are on vacation.

Sloth and gluttony are just hobbies. [Everyone loves a smartass demon, he knows it.] And I have brilliant dreams.

[Scuse you, gluttony is a way of life. Or unlife. Or whatever.]

You're just rubbing it in now.

[She's not bothered though.]

You know it. Now what did I put under this last lid...? Any thoughts?

[Thoughts? She bites her lower lip thoughtfully before sniffing at the air--(She has a better sense of smell than most people realize. Reanimates hunt by smell, not by sight.)]

I could spend all day guessing, you'd change it just so I'd be wrong.

Or I'd change it so you were right. I suppose you'll never know.

[Voila, steak tartare, and even he's not sure if it's a kind gesture or the cruelest yet.]

[It's cruel for a reason he won't understand, and she gazes at the plate quietly for a moment, expression wistful.]

That looks good.

[Good enough. What kind of world would it be if he started doing good?]

I'll let you have a bite. [But one for himself first as a matter of principle, then a bite held out to her on his fork.]

[A terrible one, really.

She takes the piece from him, something about her mood suddenly dragged very deep down. Her eyes don't lift again when she stops chewing.]

Not to your taste? [He cuts off another bite and holds it up for her despite that, suspecting that it's not the flavor, but something else.]

[She tugs at her restraints petulantly.]

You don't want to hear about what I've ruined, Crowley.

You want to tell me what you've ruined, because I would have just thought your tummy was a little rumbly if you hadn't said that. [He waves the fork like a mother waving a bite at a recalcitrant toddler.]

[Her lip curls at the way the fork waggles in front of her, and she chomps after it like a recalcitrant toddler.]

I don't. That answer suffices.

[He purses his lips and tsks before cutting off another piece of the raw meat.]

But now I want to know what you think you've broken other than yourself.

[He holds up the fork again.] You want to tell someone who won't offer you false sympathy. Come now, tell me something new, after 6000 years, it all gets so repetitive.

[She chuckles miserably.]

The second month I was here I slit my throat with a razor. The doctor came and sewed me up. He never really went away again. He's the one who tested my blood. He brings better steaks than you do.

[They were better because they came from him, because she's been infatuated with him a long time now. Maybe he'll get around to forgiving her for breaking her tacit promises not to do this to herself. But she's not going to. He's too good for her.]

I'd rather eat from his hand.

[And she hates herself for that.]

Not new at all. [He sounds genuinely disappointed and eats the bite of steak himself.] Once human, always human. Deep down.

Not new, at all.

[She's genuinely disappointed too, so they may as well start a club.]

[That's okay, he still has had an excellent lunch and his disappointment is mostly feigned.]

I should just leave this here and you can make puppy eyes at him to feed you if he bothers to drop by.

I'd rather starve.

[Directly contradictory, but Chase makes everything difficult for her.]

Free will's murder.

[He sets everything just out of her restrained reach and stands up.] It's been a pleasure.

[She sneers at him, eying the food out of the corner of her eye. What a prick.]

Get out already.

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