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Post by Honeystorm on Feb 28, 2020 21:40:24 GMT -5
Click. Whiiirrl. Click.
Click. Whiiirrl. Click.
Click. Whiiir-. A quiet curse word.
CLANK. The smell of blood, and a heavy sigh.
She placed her hand over the spot on her upper forearm where the switchblade had landed a glancing blow, feeling the blood gushing past her fingers, dripping onto her white shirt and modest bed sheets. For a long moment, she just stayed laying there, staring up at the ceiling, her expression and mind utterly blank, following around the slowly spinning fan in mindless circles. The wound stung, but it hardly seemed to matter. At the worst of her wit's end, this was a mild annoyance, and right now, it hardly registered as more than a flicker of potential irritation that faded away into dull emptiness.
Senescence had a much better room than this in the League. Nah, she'd just taken one of the empty ones right off the entrance of their 'main' building. Actually, she wasn't sure if it was uninhabited, but she didn't really care.
Even if she had wanted to, she wasn't really in the mental state to expend that energy she didn't have. At some point, when she felt the bleeding start to slow, the pain dulling to an aching throb, she simply let her grip relax, all the while continuing to stare at the fan.
