[ Coraline is still sitting where she… did some approximation of waking up as she finishes poking through the information given on the tablet. All of which is… a lot to be honest. Because this was never on the list of predictions for “Shit That Might Happen When I Die”. To be fair, past her would probably be glad. Now? She wishes she got fucking obliterated like what was 50% of that list. Because it fucking hurts. Knowing she didn’t matter in the end. That she was a mistake even to the person she was closest to.
Her focus drifts to her lantern, studying its dense vantablack surface that seems to absorb most of what little light can emanate from the open hatch, a black dark flame dancing inside. Maybe if she keeps smashing it…
No.
Not again. She’s not fucking doing this again.
Besides, someone’s approaching. Way closer than she’s used to, but dealing with one thing at a time. ]
Hey.
[ She says with a small wave, other hand reaching for the staff collapsed in her pocket. There is absolutely no cheer in her voice and she’s way too tired to bother even trying. ]
II. Hide and Seek
…
[ What the fuck. One second, she’s just walking. The next? A massive bottle of some sort of alcohol is being dropped on her head, something she proceeded to catch out of reflex.
So yeah. She’s just holding it now, unsure if she should throw it back up at the giggling spirits or… oh perfect someone’s coming! ]
Hey this is yours.
[ She says, trying to foist the heavy ass thing on you (not that she’s treating it as if its heavy). ]
III. No Talk. Me Angy.
[ So yeah. She’s living in the inn now. Brooding more like. She knows she’s brooding. She knows she should find… something to do. Even if it’s just throwing herself at the world eaters. But fuck man. She wants to brood. She wants to be angry and alone. Isn’t she owed that after her absolute bullshit of a life?
Basically, she’s been doing a great job avoiding people, aided by what’s left of her Senses and just. Being good at being quiet and out of sight. But it’s inevitable that she run into someone sooner or later considering the way hallways work, and that day is today. ]
… excuse me.
[ She says sullenly. ]
IV. Eating???
[ Catch Coraline just. Collapsing in the middle of the path a week into her stay at Beacon. She groans slightly, not sure exactly what she’s feeling. Tired? Maybe? Can she feel tired? Also her stomach might be… huh. ]
Am I hungry???
[ She asks the air, disbelief evident in her tone. ]
Coraline Li | Original
[ Coraline is still sitting where she… did some approximation of waking up as she finishes poking through the information given on the tablet. All of which is… a lot to be honest. Because this was never on the list of predictions for “Shit That Might Happen When I Die”. To be fair, past her would probably be glad. Now? She wishes she got fucking obliterated like what was 50% of that list. Because it fucking hurts. Knowing she didn’t matter in the end. That she was a mistake even to the person she was closest to.
Her focus drifts to her lantern, studying its dense vantablack surface that seems to absorb most of what little light can emanate from the open hatch, a
blackdark flame dancing inside. Maybe if she keeps smashing it…No.
Not again. She’s not fucking doing this again.
Besides, someone’s approaching. Way closer than she’s used to, but dealing with one thing at a time. ]
Hey.
[ She says with a small wave, other hand reaching for the staff collapsed in her pocket. There is absolutely no cheer in her voice and she’s way too tired to bother even trying. ]
II. Hide and Seek
…
[ What the fuck. One second, she’s just walking. The next? A massive bottle of some sort of alcohol is being dropped on her head, something she proceeded to catch out of reflex.
So yeah. She’s just holding it now, unsure if she should throw it back up at the giggling spirits or… oh perfect someone’s coming! ]
Hey this is yours.
[ She says, trying to foist the heavy ass thing on you (not that she’s treating it as if its heavy). ]
III. No Talk. Me Angy.
[ So yeah. She’s living in the inn now. Brooding more like. She knows she’s brooding. She knows she should find… something to do. Even if it’s just throwing herself at the world eaters. But fuck man. She wants to brood. She wants to be angry and alone. Isn’t she owed that after her absolute bullshit of a life?
Basically, she’s been doing a great job avoiding people, aided by what’s left of her Senses and just. Being good at being quiet and out of sight. But it’s inevitable that she run into someone sooner or later considering the way hallways work, and that day is today. ]
… excuse me.
[ She says sullenly. ]
IV. Eating???
[ Catch Coraline just. Collapsing in the middle of the path a week into her stay at Beacon. She groans slightly, not sure exactly what she’s feeling. Tired? Maybe? Can she feel tired? Also her stomach might be… huh. ]
Am I hungry???
[ She asks the air, disbelief evident in her tone. ]
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