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[dignity_misery]

[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.]]

Comments

[dignity_misery]

[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.

[itsjustafruit]

[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.

[dignity_misery]

[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.]

[itsjustafruit]

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

[dignity_misery]

Not new, at all.

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

[itsjustafruit]

[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.

[dignity_misery]

I'd rather starve.

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

[itsjustafruit]

Free will's murder.

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

[dignity_misery]

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

Get out already.

[itsjustafruit]

[He blows her a kiss and leaves, feeling greatly refreshed.]