37 ... there are no words

[brdskllwarrior.livejournal.com]

[7's spent the past week pouring over the coaster books, and jotting down notes and ideas as she thinks of them, and now she's got her journal in hand and is headed to Shortpack's room to show him her findings. True, she hadn't run any of these by Delta yet, so she wasn't entirely sure that any of it was even feasibly possible, but the more she thought about the whole thing, the more excited she was.]

[That was all about to change, however, as she reaches his room and notices the very distinct lack of nameplate.]

[She's been around long enough to know exactly what that means.]

[There's a moment when she doesn't react other than to stand and stare, but as the full realization hits, she drops the journal grabs her spear, and charges the door.]


[The journal records splintering wood, and a very very very angry stitchpunk, who's too busy attacking the castle the only way she can think of to notice her journal's landed open]

DAMN -- STUPID -- FUCKING -- PIECE-OF-SHIT CASTLE!

Comments

[explorationist.livejournal.com]

[Oh, man, Coraline winces at the language, there]

...Seven? Are you... alright?

[brdskllwarrior.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, she really only swears like this when she's REALLY pissed, so the fact that she used all those in one sentence means it's bad.]

[There's a startled sound; she's just now noticing the journal. She takes a couple moments to try and collect herself, but when she speaks her voice is still very tight and barely controlled.]

He went home. Shortpack went home.

[explorationist.livejournal.com]

[Man, she knows how that feels, already ;;]

...Oh. If... you want me to leave you alone, I will.

[mouthiness.livejournal.com]

He what?!

[dontpatr0nizeme]

Sounds about like how I've been feeling about this place lately.

[brdskllwarrior.livejournal.com]

Just when I thought it was safe, too. [There's going to be little holes in the journal as she distractedly stabs it with her spear]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

[Have an unhappy Washington replying nervously.] It's never safe, 7. Ever.

[encryptedlock]

Son of a bitch.

[brdskllwarrior.livejournal.com]

[That pretty much sums it up.]

[Just, more sounds of splintering wood in the background]

[encryptedlock]

...You want company, 7?

[inkyprophet.livejournal.com]

[...a sad noise.]

[brdskllwarrior.livejournal.com]

[She agrees with you there, buddy. First 4 and 5, now Shortpack ... wasn't it supposed to get easier? Because for her it seems to be getting harder to let people go.]

[At least she's still got you. Let us not mention how terrified she is now of losing you.]

You going to be alright, 6? [Now that she's vented her rage on wood and apples ...]

[inkyprophet.livejournal.com]

[after a moment of thinking... he answers very clearly.]

Yes. What about... you?

[turnonmycharm.livejournal.com]

[H... holy shit D8]

S... Seven?!

[brdskllwarrior.livejournal.com]

[She's basically over the shock and anger now, and just sounds sort of numb,]

What, Hanna?

[explorationist.livejournal.com]

[Oh, man, Coraline winces at the language, there]

...Seven? Are you... alright?

[brdskllwarrior.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, she really only swears like this when she's REALLY pissed, so the fact that she used all those in one sentence means it's bad.]

[There's a startled sound; she's just now noticing the journal. She takes a couple moments to try and collect herself, but when she speaks her voice is still very tight and barely controlled.]

He went home. Shortpack went home.

[dontpatr0nizeme]

Sounds about like how I've been feeling about this place lately.

[brdskllwarrior.livejournal.com]

Just when I thought it was safe, too. [There's going to be little holes in the journal as she distractedly stabs it with her spear]

[encryptedlock]

Son of a bitch.

[brdskllwarrior.livejournal.com]

[That pretty much sums it up.]

[Just, more sounds of splintering wood in the background]

[inkyprophet.livejournal.com]

[...a sad noise.]

[brdskllwarrior.livejournal.com]

[She agrees with you there, buddy. First 4 and 5, now Shortpack ... wasn't it supposed to get easier? Because for her it seems to be getting harder to let people go.]

[At least she's still got you. Let us not mention how terrified she is now of losing you.]

You going to be alright, 6? [Now that she's vented her rage on wood and apples ...]

[turnonmycharm.livejournal.com]

[H... holy shit D8]

S... Seven?!

[brdskllwarrior.livejournal.com]

[She's basically over the shock and anger now, and just sounds sort of numb,]

What, Hanna?