A demon's insatiable appetite for suffering draws new players from the Green Room. Plenty remain, half in costume with faces in tear-streaked makeup, knowing what's to come and unable to do anything to stop it. They pay no attention to the dead act. Carolina supposes she should be thankful for this. She isn't.
She breathes in double-time, trying and failing to get a hold of herself. But her skin feels wrong against her counterfeit kevlar and her eyes don't work right and she longs for the simple pleasure of hurling her fist into something hard and cruel and why, why do they have to be living this moment again? Was one time not enough? Is death not a satisfactory punishment?
Carolina settles with knees on either side of her, focus bordering on freneticism. She probes fingers under the bulky chassis of CT's armor to free her of it, clips coming away with individual snaps. The cheap abdominal shell separates and clatters onto the floor.
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A demon's insatiable appetite for suffering draws new players from the Green Room. Plenty remain, half in costume with faces in tear-streaked makeup, knowing what's to come and unable to do anything to stop it. They pay no attention to the dead act. Carolina supposes she should be thankful for this. She isn't.
She breathes in double-time, trying and failing to get a hold of herself. But her skin feels wrong against her counterfeit kevlar and her eyes don't work right and she longs for the simple pleasure of hurling her fist into something hard and cruel and why, why do they have to be living this moment again? Was one time not enough? Is death not a satisfactory punishment?
Carolina settles with knees on either side of her, focus bordering on freneticism. She probes fingers under the bulky chassis of CT's armor to free her of it, clips coming away with individual snaps. The cheap abdominal shell separates and clatters onto the floor.