Chara Dreemurr..? (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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solnet2016-07-26 01:56 pm
achievementhunter) wrote in solnet2016-07-26 01:56 pm
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[The first sign that something might be wrong is the fact that, rather than a soft chime to indicate an incoming message, the phone you’re so reliant on lets out a rather ear splitting screech.
And then the panting starts. Soft, laborious. For those who take the time to hold onto their phones, the altogether unpleasant sensation of your ribs caving in on one side is rather prominent; despite the pretty surroundings of a tree covered mountain-side that wavers back and forth with every ungainly step by the feed’s creator, your side is burning under the tight weight of your own arm pressed against it; the only brace you have, in case more damage has been done than you’ve expected. In case letting up on that same pressure would be enough to send you straight to the ground under the pain, and who knows?
You might not get back up.
The mountain has a slope to it that just makes this all the more difficult; of course it does. It’s a mountain, but you’ve made your choice, and you’re not stopping now.
You’re….you’re not stopping now.
But you need to stop for a second. Air is a necessary factor in motion, and you’re struggling to gain that much.
Looking down, you note that, at the very least, the blood that had soaked through most of the front of your tatty sweater is...dry. Your lips wobble with the distinct urge to smile, and the somewhat hysterical giggle that bubbles past your lips is one you immediately regret.
Time to keep going. There’s no path for you to follow, just patches between the trees and the overgrowth of wild plants for you to slowly navigate your way around, hyper aware of anything with the potential to cause you to fall.
Then the ground starts levelling out. Your shoes meet a lip of rock, taking your focus from the few feet immediately in front of you to take in what you’ve found. A cave. The opening is wide, and vast, and altogether a little threatening, despite the fact that natural light appears to be pouring in from somewhere deeper into it. For someone not looking to be found, it’s the perfect hideaway.
And you are certainly not looking to be found.
The feed cuts.]
And then the panting starts. Soft, laborious. For those who take the time to hold onto their phones, the altogether unpleasant sensation of your ribs caving in on one side is rather prominent; despite the pretty surroundings of a tree covered mountain-side that wavers back and forth with every ungainly step by the feed’s creator, your side is burning under the tight weight of your own arm pressed against it; the only brace you have, in case more damage has been done than you’ve expected. In case letting up on that same pressure would be enough to send you straight to the ground under the pain, and who knows?
You might not get back up.
The mountain has a slope to it that just makes this all the more difficult; of course it does. It’s a mountain, but you’ve made your choice, and you’re not stopping now.
You’re….you’re not stopping now.
But you need to stop for a second. Air is a necessary factor in motion, and you’re struggling to gain that much.
Looking down, you note that, at the very least, the blood that had soaked through most of the front of your tatty sweater is...dry. Your lips wobble with the distinct urge to smile, and the somewhat hysterical giggle that bubbles past your lips is one you immediately regret.
Time to keep going. There’s no path for you to follow, just patches between the trees and the overgrowth of wild plants for you to slowly navigate your way around, hyper aware of anything with the potential to cause you to fall.
Then the ground starts levelling out. Your shoes meet a lip of rock, taking your focus from the few feet immediately in front of you to take in what you’ve found. A cave. The opening is wide, and vast, and altogether a little threatening, despite the fact that natural light appears to be pouring in from somewhere deeper into it. For someone not looking to be found, it’s the perfect hideaway.
And you are certainly not looking to be found.
The feed cuts.]
[Audio]
[Giggling loudly - a jagged note tossed in at the end - Norma taps her nose, still forgetting that this isn't recorded. She wouldn't have cared either way though, really. Is she scared of a little try-hard that's playing the Big Bad? Not in the slightest. Sorry, Chara, but she's gotten the frequent death threat spat her way on the regular back on the Legacy. This isn't new, and the people cutting their gums on their silver tongues were a lot scarier, a lot uglier, than a kid in a striped sweater, sorry.]
As for your question...I'll answer it when you answer mine~! [Nice try at avoiding the topic, but nope. Sorry. She's not letting you escape it. And now? Now, she'll push the topic again and again. Because it's not about knowing the answer - it's about making this kid as uncomfortable as she can.]
[Audio] -Private- cw: death chat
[They'll have to ask her later, then; what's scarier?]
My answer, Bubbles-
Is poisoned. Stabbed. Beaten. Stoned. Electrocuted. Run through. Burned. Ripped apart. Asphyxiated. Shot. Dismembered.
I do not want nor require the false platitudes that come prior to the true meaning of care. At the end of the day, you are, and will remain, a stranger. Someone who expects to know so much more about the world than the apparent child who back chats you on the phone, like the little edge-lord they are.
You're the type of person who witnesses someone attempting suicide, and still has the delusion of good will necessary to ask if they're okay.
Good thing you're a healer.
[When they threaten, or when they go calm?]