http://eat-me-beat-me.livejournal.com/ (![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
eat-me-beat-me.livejournal.com) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
paradisalost2011-07-02 09:13 pm
eat-me-beat-me.livejournal.com) wrote in paradisalost2011-07-02 09:13 pm
Entry tags:
fifteen red letters
[Room 505]
[Nora stares in shock at her room. When she first got back she'd been too tired and relieved to see a real bed and a shower that she didn't look at the extent of the damage. She stands in the middle of the floor, slowly turning to take in the whole picture. Books everywhere, some torn with pages strewn everywhere. Her music collection is scattered across the floor and her stereo's in pieces. Her art supplies are utterly destroyed, paint flooding the tables and pooled on the floor like some surreal crime scene. She crouches down to pick up the broken coffee mug at her feet, looking at it before letting her eyes drift up to the walls. The walls covered with her drawings that were now slathered in spray paint.
She could appreciate vandalism, having done it more than a few times, herself. But there was a line that one does not cross. Destroying art, destroying something that cannot be replaced or repaired, something that someone so obviously put their heart and soul into... that wasn't vandalism. That was cruelty. She stands, squeezing the broken mug and seething as she stares at the desecration. Letting out a scream of rage and frustration she throws the mug at the wall, watching it shatter as it collides with the first portrait she drew in the castle, the one of Aziraphale covering his ears from the storm of curse words. She clenches her fists at her sides. She won't cry. She refuses to cry. She won't give them the satisfaction.
However, she doesn't have to stay here and take it, either.]
[/Room filter]
[Jo]
Hey, uh. Would it be okay if I stayed at your apartment for a while? I just... I can't take the castle right now. They destroyed all my art... all of it. I just need to get out of here.
[/Jo]
[Mark]
I'm moving downtown for a while. I heard the town didn't get trashed at all... I just... [She sounds right on the edge, as if she's about to either start screaming or crying, she just hasn't decided which, yet] They trashed my art, Mark. All of it. It's either broken or slashed or spray painted and I don't have a fucking clue why and I honestly don't care. I just need to get the fuck out of here... I can't handle this right now.
[Mark]
[Muttered]
Fuck this castle.
[With that, Nora is throwing a backpack over her shoulder and heading outside. She's running away from the castle for a while to live downtown. Feel free to run into her anywhere along the way... just don't expect her to be in the best of moods]
[Nora stares in shock at her room. When she first got back she'd been too tired and relieved to see a real bed and a shower that she didn't look at the extent of the damage. She stands in the middle of the floor, slowly turning to take in the whole picture. Books everywhere, some torn with pages strewn everywhere. Her music collection is scattered across the floor and her stereo's in pieces. Her art supplies are utterly destroyed, paint flooding the tables and pooled on the floor like some surreal crime scene. She crouches down to pick up the broken coffee mug at her feet, looking at it before letting her eyes drift up to the walls. The walls covered with her drawings that were now slathered in spray paint.
She could appreciate vandalism, having done it more than a few times, herself. But there was a line that one does not cross. Destroying art, destroying something that cannot be replaced or repaired, something that someone so obviously put their heart and soul into... that wasn't vandalism. That was cruelty. She stands, squeezing the broken mug and seething as she stares at the desecration. Letting out a scream of rage and frustration she throws the mug at the wall, watching it shatter as it collides with the first portrait she drew in the castle, the one of Aziraphale covering his ears from the storm of curse words. She clenches her fists at her sides. She won't cry. She refuses to cry. She won't give them the satisfaction.
However, she doesn't have to stay here and take it, either.]
[/Room filter]
[Jo]
Hey, uh. Would it be okay if I stayed at your apartment for a while? I just... I can't take the castle right now. They destroyed all my art... all of it. I just need to get out of here.
[/Jo]
[Mark]
I'm moving downtown for a while. I heard the town didn't get trashed at all... I just... [She sounds right on the edge, as if she's about to either start screaming or crying, she just hasn't decided which, yet] They trashed my art, Mark. All of it. It's either broken or slashed or spray painted and I don't have a fucking clue why and I honestly don't care. I just need to get the fuck out of here... I can't handle this right now.
[Mark]
[Muttered]
Fuck this castle.
[With that, Nora is throwing a backpack over her shoulder and heading outside. She's running away from the castle for a while to live downtown. Feel free to run into her anywhere along the way... just don't expect her to be in the best of moods]
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
I managed though.
no subject
no subject
Look, if you need anything else, feel free to let me know.
no subject
no subject