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tampered2008-04-13 10:52 pm
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Da da da da DA DUN DUN dun dun
When; Starting the morning of April 13th, 2008
Rating; Rish for now due to graphic detail on the gory side of things
Characters; Milla Vodello (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
levitatedminx) and Meryl Stryfe (inyourbusiness)
Summary; So, obviously Meryl hasn't been right in the head after what Legato did, and it's been a while. Milla offered to do something awesome to try to fix her true to Milla's canon. THIS IS WHAT THAT IS. Headjumpin' tiemz.
Log;
First Area
The area was a familiar sight, to a time months ago. Of course, no one shared that particular memory of Meryl's but she and a woman named Maria. It was a long corridor, made of rust and rot and grates, and an eerie silence filled the room. Only once every so often would the distant sound of air raid sirens fluctuate once or twice, or the skitter-scratch of... something. Nothing of which was particularly close or harmful, persay, but certainly unnerving to say the least.
And down the corridor, at the very end, a small figure sat, slumped on the ground by a set of closed elevator doors. The dark brunette, Meryl Stryfe, seemed to not really move from her virtual-puppet slouch against the doors. Legs this way and that, hands collapsed on the ground at her sides, head dropped forward. The only movement that came was as she breathed and sobbed quietly, her eyes wide and spaced completely out as she stared at nothing in her lap. Inky black covered her chest the same pattern of wound as it had the night that she lived out Maria's memory of being impaled straight through by that awful creature Meryl only got simple glimpses of before she caught sight of her friend beyond cracked elevator doors down this very corridor. Those doors were shut at this time, though, a splay of that inky black across the doors as well. It slipped down thickly over the metal, worn and dingy doors, and a pool of that black surrounded her under her body.
Meet Meryl's true mental embodiment. It was clear she wouldn't be going anywhere, anytime soon, but she was conscious, and her mouth was moving slightly as quiet words came from her.
((ooc: Starter move is bad, I'LL DO BETTER ONCE MILLA'S THERE.))
Rating; Rish for now due to graphic detail on the gory side of things
Characters; Milla Vodello (
levitatedminx) and Meryl Stryfe (inyourbusiness)Summary; So, obviously Meryl hasn't been right in the head after what Legato did, and it's been a while. Milla offered to do something awesome to try to fix her true to Milla's canon. THIS IS WHAT THAT IS. Headjumpin' tiemz.
Log;
First Area
The area was a familiar sight, to a time months ago. Of course, no one shared that particular memory of Meryl's but she and a woman named Maria. It was a long corridor, made of rust and rot and grates, and an eerie silence filled the room. Only once every so often would the distant sound of air raid sirens fluctuate once or twice, or the skitter-scratch of... something. Nothing of which was particularly close or harmful, persay, but certainly unnerving to say the least.
And down the corridor, at the very end, a small figure sat, slumped on the ground by a set of closed elevator doors. The dark brunette, Meryl Stryfe, seemed to not really move from her virtual-puppet slouch against the doors. Legs this way and that, hands collapsed on the ground at her sides, head dropped forward. The only movement that came was as she breathed and sobbed quietly, her eyes wide and spaced completely out as she stared at nothing in her lap. Inky black covered her chest the same pattern of wound as it had the night that she lived out Maria's memory of being impaled straight through by that awful creature Meryl only got simple glimpses of before she caught sight of her friend beyond cracked elevator doors down this very corridor. Those doors were shut at this time, though, a splay of that inky black across the doors as well. It slipped down thickly over the metal, worn and dingy doors, and a pool of that black surrounded her under her body.
Meet Meryl's true mental embodiment. It was clear she wouldn't be going anywhere, anytime soon, but she was conscious, and her mouth was moving slightly as quiet words came from her.
((ooc: Starter move is bad, I'LL DO BETTER ONCE MILLA'S THERE.))
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She slowly made her way to the mental projection of Meryl and tried to make herself appear as non-threatening as possible. When she was about ten feet away, Milla crouched down to try and look in Meryl's eyes.
"Darling?" she said gently. "Are you all right? Can you tell me what's been going on?"