Seventh Vine
Jul. 8th, 2010 05:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
woodsiequeen[If this is a joke, Viktoria does not find it very funny.
She's wandered off to an empty lot by herself because damn, is this humiliating. She's currently sitting on the cold ground huddled in a ball. You might notice that her head is wrapped in a blood-soaked bandage that's conspicuously covering one eye. She's also shivering, both from the cold and from blood loss.
At least she can take solace in the fact that an... old friend of hers isn't here to see this.]
She's wandered off to an empty lot by herself because damn, is this humiliating. She's currently sitting on the cold ground huddled in a ball. You might notice that her head is wrapped in a blood-soaked bandage that's conspicuously covering one eye. She's also shivering, both from the cold and from blood loss.
At least she can take solace in the fact that an... old friend of hers isn't here to see this.]
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Date: 2010-07-09 01:34 pm (UTC)I don't need your pity. If I want aid I will seek it in my own time.
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Date: 2010-07-09 02:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-10 02:43 am (UTC)Even without this false body that imprisons me, I would have no power here. This place is dead. It is built of death. Nothing but death for miles and miles and nothing I can do to stop it. I am a mouse, and the cat has me in its claws.
[Whoops, looks like she's lost it.]
Is that not pitiful?