Post by drusillacakes on Aug 4, 2010 0:18:16 GMT -5
((OOC- Vampslayer, you do a wickedly good Illyria if I do say so And Billie, your Harmony cracks me up, Actually everybody is really in character. This is fun!))
Drusilla gingerly stepped over the dead doctor's body and went skipping down the hallway. She tore off the sleeves of her blue smock and shredded the fabric for ribbons to tie in her hair.
Dr. Gray and a blonde female colleague turned the corner to see Dru singing to herself, jumping between tiles as if playing a game of solitary hopscotch. Upon spotting them, she frowned. “Nobody wants to play with me. Only ghosts and shells but they stink of old wounds.”
“Drusilla! How did you get out of your room?”
“I opened... the door. And then I ate your friend. You aren't cross, are you?”
“Of course not.” Dr. Gray smiled supportively and then made a side comment to his colleague. “We found her half dead in an alley with a deep stab wound to her ribcage. It's amazing she survived. She thinks she's a vampire. It's not uncommon for victims who have suffered from trauma to project their emotions onto a persona they have developed to help deal with the stress. Not to worry, it's all in her head.”
His words made no sense to her. He spoke in riddles. No existence. A black hole in my head? It made her insides ache to not be of this world, or have risen from this earth. But this could not be the case. All the fairies still whispered to her, pst pst pst. Memories around every corner. Seeing the end of days in Prague and returning to her dark glory. And then the tides changed. Daddy, and William with souls rotting away their insides like worms in apples and all for what? For love? For honor? But not for princess. No, not for me. She doubled over and howled in agony.
“Let's get you back to your room. Hm? How does that sound? And how about some morphine for the pain?”
She scowled and ignored his chatter. She swayed from side to side and edged closer and closer to the other doctor. “Your hair, so much like the sun.” she said, fingering the strands as the woman stood and trembled. Drusilla's eyes narrowed and she looked at the silken locks with great interest. Hair like sunshine, gold, goodness and purity. I can't abide it.
She rubbed her belly and smiled. “I've already had my dinner, but not my fun yet.” So swift was the movement that the doctor did not take a second breath before Dru gripped the girl's throat and squeezed till the first crack of bone pierced the silence.
“She was the worm in my apples.” Drusilla growled, easily tossing the body to the side. Dr. Gray gaped at what just occurred and backed away slowly.
“I'm going to play outside-- in the hell fire.”
Drusilla gingerly stepped over the dead doctor's body and went skipping down the hallway. She tore off the sleeves of her blue smock and shredded the fabric for ribbons to tie in her hair.
Dr. Gray and a blonde female colleague turned the corner to see Dru singing to herself, jumping between tiles as if playing a game of solitary hopscotch. Upon spotting them, she frowned. “Nobody wants to play with me. Only ghosts and shells but they stink of old wounds.”
“Drusilla! How did you get out of your room?”
“I opened... the door. And then I ate your friend. You aren't cross, are you?”
“Of course not.” Dr. Gray smiled supportively and then made a side comment to his colleague. “We found her half dead in an alley with a deep stab wound to her ribcage. It's amazing she survived. She thinks she's a vampire. It's not uncommon for victims who have suffered from trauma to project their emotions onto a persona they have developed to help deal with the stress. Not to worry, it's all in her head.”
His words made no sense to her. He spoke in riddles. No existence. A black hole in my head? It made her insides ache to not be of this world, or have risen from this earth. But this could not be the case. All the fairies still whispered to her, pst pst pst. Memories around every corner. Seeing the end of days in Prague and returning to her dark glory. And then the tides changed. Daddy, and William with souls rotting away their insides like worms in apples and all for what? For love? For honor? But not for princess. No, not for me. She doubled over and howled in agony.
“Let's get you back to your room. Hm? How does that sound? And how about some morphine for the pain?”
She scowled and ignored his chatter. She swayed from side to side and edged closer and closer to the other doctor. “Your hair, so much like the sun.” she said, fingering the strands as the woman stood and trembled. Drusilla's eyes narrowed and she looked at the silken locks with great interest. Hair like sunshine, gold, goodness and purity. I can't abide it.
She rubbed her belly and smiled. “I've already had my dinner, but not my fun yet.” So swift was the movement that the doctor did not take a second breath before Dru gripped the girl's throat and squeezed till the first crack of bone pierced the silence.
“She was the worm in my apples.” Drusilla growled, easily tossing the body to the side. Dr. Gray gaped at what just occurred and backed away slowly.
“I'm going to play outside-- in the hell fire.”