Tapping on your shoulder;

missjennydoe:

fearsinthewater: Mlle. Jennifer? -clears her throat-

*Snoring still like a little angel, though that characteristic paranoid, unconscious Soldier alarm is starting to ring on her system*

… *Opens one eye. Giving a fuck what the hell is that supposed to be*

Mlle. Jennifer, I do not think it wise to sleep on the stoop like this. 

-Raises an eyebrow as she looks the soldier over, leaned against the doorway with her arms crossed. The little red light burned away beneath her shirt, but she paid it no mind now. Her tentacles coiled absently around Jenny’s leg-

sunsetsafterbombsgooff:

/Testing the detonators in the sticky bombs outside./

-Stops in interest to watch-

mountainlab-adminmarcus:

For a moment there is nothing but the sound of shuffling. Then, faintly, the Administrator’s voice can be detected.

“Now everyone can hear us. But, yes, I thought you wanted these removed…”

The sound of screaming.

“You want to be normal… as if that is even possible. No, no, you’re going to die this way… Perhaps sooner than you originally thought…”

The sound of screaming.

“Now, do you regret being such a bad girl?”

The scream coiled her tentacles and lit like fire in her eyes. She was dark and terrible as she reared to her full height, her colors bled to black and red. She bared her teeth and tore her claws down the length of the wallpaper, hissing lowly and menacingly in her throat. 

The words rang sharply in her ears and she knew, she knew what he was doing to her. The girl wanted to be normal so badly, she wanted to be pretty and loved and human again and he mocked her for it. He mocked her and he hurt her and all for what? A minor infraction? A mild disrespect over the phone? She’d been hurt enough for her actions against the scout—he was hurting her for nothing!

The screaming was too much.
The hybrid shoved the shelves and knocked things haphazardly to the floor, the sound of shattering a requiem for the scream lancing through her skull and out of her mouth. 

“Vous PORC! Vous morceau sans valeur de la saleté! Vous n’avez pas besoin de faire cela!” She screamed, unable to hold it in any longer. The venom in her words was thick and palpable and she was filled to the brim with it.

“Vous n’avez pas besoin de faire cela!!” 

allisonhm:

fearsinthewater:

allisonhm:

:c

What is wrong, little Lapin? 

I… pissed off the admin by accident…. and he said… he’s gonna make me be sorry…

-carefully presses a hand to the tracking band on her arm. She rubs vigorously at the spot as she speaks, pushing the fabric of her shirt against where she suspects the microphone to be. When she speaks, it is in a whisper- 

Lapin, listen to me. I will do my best to help you. You must remain calm. 

corrida:

fearsinthewater:

-tucks her tentacles beneath herself, pulling up to her full height as she looked down at the spy. She was hardly in the mood for games. She inclined her head cordially, her coloration left to it’s natural red-brown.- Ah, a face I have not seen yet. 

Just when I was beginning to grow bored. You have impeccable timing, has anyone told you that before? 

*Staring really hard at those tentacles. He clears his throat.* Right.

Those things you’ve got down there, they’re… *A pause. He points down at them.* They’re real, huh?

-She eased back, dropping down to her normal height and wiggling her tentacles out from beneath her torso. She leaned forward, using her webbed and clawed hands to support herself. Miriam bared her serrated teeth in a wicked grin.- As real as you are, monsieur. 

-She moved her tentacles around for emphasis, her coloration slowly bubbling until it was a shade of blue that matched her cravat and waistcoat. Her smile softened, close lipped and polite- Now, tell. Who exactly are you? 

allisonhm:

:c

What is wrong, little Lapin?