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mayfield_rpg2012-01-30 12:37 am
not_so_great_wall) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-01-30 12:37 am
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013 ~*~ Something beauty rest won't fix
[ Action : 340 Brady Lane ]
[ It started with an itch, several days ago. She kept the urge to scratch at her neck and back for as long as possible, but no matter what she used - skin creams, lotions, cold baths - nothing was helping. She even went out and bought some new clothes, thinking perhaps that was the cause. It did set in the day after she was temporarily droned, after all, and went shopping with Sakuya. ]
[ This morning, Meiling awoke with a start, the feeling of something warm and sticky under her rousing her from her deep slumber. She moved to sit up and yelped when the sheets came with her and then tugged on her painfully. It was like she had ripped off a scab. The skin on her throat felt wet, as well as her forehead, and her shirt was clinging to her all over.
Maybe it was too hot in here. Meiling moved to turn down the radiator and get a new nightshirt but a sudden dizzy spell grounded her. With a grown she shook off the feeling and sat upright to face the mirror on the vanity...
And then she screamed. ]
[ Meiling was a bloody mess all too literally. The front of her shirt is all but dyed red and brown rather than white, and there is a matching dark spot that starts at between her shoulder-blades and trails down to the waistband of her pants. The cuts are extremely clean and precise, and look as if they have been bleeding for many hours. How that happened without her noticing is beyond guesses right now as she is focused on only one thing — the narrow gap dead center on her forehead that, even now, slowly oozed more of her life out and painted her face in a grotesque mask.
She scrambled to her feet, falling first into the nightstand and then, once she could muster the strength to roll over, she barreled her way through the adjacent door into the master bedroom. Her first thought in her haze was that she had to get clean. Patchouli could NOT see her like this... but then she slipped on the tile and landed face-first against the counter and, for several minutes, she lay motionless on the bathroom floor. ]
[ Phone : Afternoon ]
[ Meiling doesn't bother to filter this. She's too... scattered, still. She's cleaned up and bandaged up but it is taking all of her energy to keep her body in the state it's in. She sounds sleepy. Strained. ] Sakuya? I'm... do you remember that dream we talked about? I'mmmmm... having it again. [ Hopefully her friend will understand that vague message. She doesn't want to worry others. No. Maybe she can still fix this... ]
Everyone.... else, I hope you're okay. I'll come if you need me to come but I'm also staying inside for... for a while.
[ It started with an itch, several days ago. She kept the urge to scratch at her neck and back for as long as possible, but no matter what she used - skin creams, lotions, cold baths - nothing was helping. She even went out and bought some new clothes, thinking perhaps that was the cause. It did set in the day after she was temporarily droned, after all, and went shopping with Sakuya. ]
[ This morning, Meiling awoke with a start, the feeling of something warm and sticky under her rousing her from her deep slumber. She moved to sit up and yelped when the sheets came with her and then tugged on her painfully. It was like she had ripped off a scab. The skin on her throat felt wet, as well as her forehead, and her shirt was clinging to her all over.
Maybe it was too hot in here. Meiling moved to turn down the radiator and get a new nightshirt but a sudden dizzy spell grounded her. With a grown she shook off the feeling and sat upright to face the mirror on the vanity...
And then she screamed. ]
[ Meiling was a bloody mess all too literally. The front of her shirt is all but dyed red and brown rather than white, and there is a matching dark spot that starts at between her shoulder-blades and trails down to the waistband of her pants. The cuts are extremely clean and precise, and look as if they have been bleeding for many hours. How that happened without her noticing is beyond guesses right now as she is focused on only one thing — the narrow gap dead center on her forehead that, even now, slowly oozed more of her life out and painted her face in a grotesque mask.
She scrambled to her feet, falling first into the nightstand and then, once she could muster the strength to roll over, she barreled her way through the adjacent door into the master bedroom. Her first thought in her haze was that she had to get clean. Patchouli could NOT see her like this... but then she slipped on the tile and landed face-first against the counter and, for several minutes, she lay motionless on the bathroom floor. ]
[ Phone : Afternoon ]
[ Meiling doesn't bother to filter this. She's too... scattered, still. She's cleaned up and bandaged up but it is taking all of her energy to keep her body in the state it's in. She sounds sleepy. Strained. ] Sakuya? I'm... do you remember that dream we talked about? I'mmmmm... having it again. [ Hopefully her friend will understand that vague message. She doesn't want to worry others. No. Maybe she can still fix this... ]
Everyone.... else, I hope you're okay. I'll come if you need me to come but I'm also staying inside for... for a while.