feels more than kind of bad about... the awkward, awful joke they'd made to Hickey, fumbling over their words as always, and surely! This will be no different!
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In the awkward fumbling way, of course. So Siffrin shuffles around looking for Andrew, footsteps making not a sound as they pad down the halls and peek into the various rooms with something in hand. Notably, they are not wearing the cloak they had before; it was bloodstained, after all. Gotta figure out how to clean that off before tonight.
Wherever Andrew might be, Siffrin'll clear their throat from the doorway, holding something behind their back. It's probably not a knife. ]
... Is it okay if I come in?
[ As if most of this place isn't public walking space. ]
... is warm and fruity smelly. It remind Siffrin of an island that no longer exists, and once all else has dispersed they find themselves among the flowers and trees to relax. Fairly literally, since they're going to find a nice place to lay down on the ground. Sorry if they look dead to the viewers they're just seeing how difficult it is to doze again.
(Just like last week. It's hard, and then you'll pass out for half a day.)
On the brightside, they do stir when they hear someone's footsteps, lifting their head to see if they can't catch who it is. Company's fine... as long as it isn't everyone and public speaking. ]
[Her breathing is so bad by now she can't stand to walk.
Maybe it's self-punishment that gets her to the Promenade, but that would be childish and selfish to think that she's taking on any comparable level of pain.
Andrew wipes the blood from her lower lip with a handkerchief and sinks down to the ground with her back to them.]
It should be me. For my mistake. The only life I should have bet with is my own.
w1, pretrial
feels more than kind of bad about... the awkward, awful joke they'd made to Hickey, fumbling over their words as always, and surely! This will be no different!
...
In the awkward fumbling way, of course. So Siffrin shuffles around looking for Andrew, footsteps making not a sound as they pad down the halls and peek into the various rooms with something in hand. Notably, they are not wearing the cloak they had before; it was bloodstained, after all. Gotta figure out how to clean that off before tonight.
Wherever Andrew might be, Siffrin'll clear their throat from the doorway, holding something behind their back. It's probably not a knife. ]
... Is it okay if I come in?
[ As if most of this place isn't public walking space. ]
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w2, monday post meet
... is warm and fruity smelly. It remind Siffrin of an island that no longer exists, and once all else has dispersed they find themselves among the flowers and trees to relax. Fairly literally, since they're going to find a nice place to lay down on the ground. Sorry if they look dead to the viewers they're just seeing how difficult it is to doze again.
(Just like last week. It's hard, and then you'll pass out for half a day.)
On the brightside, they do stir when they hear someone's footsteps, lifting their head to see if they can't catch who it is. Company's fine... as long as it isn't everyone and public speaking. ]
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mental image of all of siff's birds in storage somewhere like the end of the prestige
ahfnjsks i think limon would do it
i do too... i don't trust her
neither do i... and yet... let the birds continue
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KIDS CAN YOU LIGHTEN UP A LITTLE
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w2 post-trial, me and peace having very positive cr for once
Maybe it's self-punishment that gets her to the Promenade, but that would be childish and selfish to think that she's taking on any comparable level of pain.
Andrew wipes the blood from her lower lip with a handkerchief and sinks down to the ground with her back to them.]
It should be me. For my mistake. The only life I should have bet with is my own.
our extremely positive cr
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