voice;

[cry_reaper]

You would think by now that I'd know better than to eat things labeled 'Betrayal', but I was curious to see if it was familiar to me. [Or, you know, actually hers. But it wasn't and she's not going to call out to the actual owner although the next time she sees Justin, she might give him a hug. Or not, that was a very worrisome memory to have.]

But I have to admit - the one called 'Art' certainly wasn't what I expected. If I could put a name to that one, I'd be calling the police. [There's a pause as she shudders. How is she supposed to sleep after that?] That was certainly not anything I'd call art.

Gods, if anyone has any pleasant memories they'd like to share, I'm certainly interested. I need something to... cleanse my palette.


[ooc: All my pups have candies up for grabs HERE if you're interested.]

Comments

Video; <3

[worldofourown]

I sampled one labelled 'Brother'. That one...

[A sneering smile]

That one was interesting.

Video;

[cry_reaper]

[Mara's eyebrows rise a little, she doesn't recognize this man.]

Interesting how?

Video;

[worldofourown]

So much sorrow, over such a puny little thing...

Video;

[cry_reaper]

Puny little what?

Video;

[worldofourown]

A puny brat.

Barely of any value. Yet he inspired such a maudlin rush of sadness...

Video;

[cry_reaper]

A boy? He died? That's terrible.

voice;

[cold_dry_pieces]

I can't imagine Betrayal would be very tasty.

[Not the one he finds interesting, but well. Better not to be too direct.]

voice;

[cry_reaper]

It isn't. But I thought - well, it doesn't matter.

voice;

[cold_dry_pieces]

No, I understand the temptation. More or less.

voice;

[cry_reaper]

I know I shouldn't have and now I regret it.

voice;

[cold_dry_pieces]

That bad, huh?

voice;

[cry_reaper]

It said, "ART." How could I think it would be so... terrible? It was... a body, cut up and displayed like... [She can't continue, it's too disgusting.]

[hatesthefood]

Most candy's bad for you, but those little hearts are the worst.

[cry_reaper]

I don't even know what I was thinking.

[othersdie]

I found a decent one. It said "home."

[cry_reaper]

[Oh, dear, dear, Justin.] That sounds nice. I hope it was a good memory of home.

[private]

[othersdie]

It was a good memory of the City.

When did it start to feel like home?

[private]

[cry_reaper]

[She's surprised for a moment, but recovers nicely.] I think it was when I met Ken. This place has always been better than where I came from, but feeling like home? I imagine it was then.

[Another pause.] What your friend did. It wasn't right.

[private]

[othersdie]

So it was when you fell in love?

[A pause on this end.] Which part?

[private]

[cry_reaper]

I think... perhaps just the thought that maybe I could?

[A small sigh.] The part where he used you. And expected you to take the blame for everything. Where he was going to let you...

[dudeimbatman]

Sorry, didn't get any of the warm fuzzy ones.

[cry_reaper]

I'm sorry to hear that.

Private

[dudeimbatman]

Dude, I'm not sure this place does warm and fuzzy.

You're a reaper?

Private

[cry_reaper]

[Oh... OH.] That is what I'm called back home. It is more or less what I do.

Private

[dudeimbatman]

[There's a slight pause] But you're...everybody can see you. You're a person.

The reapers back home can't be seen unless you're close to dying.