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☆ Eleventh Wish ☆ - [Voice]
Mar. 10th, 2013 11:10 am[Well, it sure was nice of the Malnosso to drop Norma off in bed after her mission - even if the spare clothes she brought, grimy and caked with filth and blood that wasn't her own (gotta love being on medical duty, yupyup), were very probably messing up the bed she was on. Sadly, however, the bed she was in was not her own, nor was it covered in any sort of linens, pillows, or blankets. In fact, it was barren, much like the room and house she was in. An empty house, perhaps once occupied, but now abandoned.
Maybe that's why she woke up curled in a tight ball, shivering and grinding her teeth together. Fuck everything. Fuck. Everything.]
I-I do those jo-jokers a f-f-favor and this...this is wh-what I g-g-get?! Can't b-believe--! [She sits bolt upright on the stiff mattress, hugging her arms and rubbing them up and down. It's a stark contrast coming from a jungle to the chilly weather of Luceti's night-time winter.] Never gonna do th-that again if...oooh! Why can't I ever catch a break?! Why?! I do nice things! I'm a good person! Why am I the one that always gets the short end of the stick every time?! OOOOOH!
[Norma slams her fists down on the mattress, hard, and her journal bounces. Hah...right. Of course it's there. It's always there. She gives it a dead look, like it just insulted her deeply, then picked it up and peers down into it.]
Yo. I'm back. And I'm going to take the longest shower in history if the pipes in this rustbucket still carry hot water. [She grunts, then sifts through her bag, tearing out her other clothes and pressing them to her face. ...Yeah, no.] I need a towel and a spare set of clothes. ...And cocoa. Or coffee. Maybe soup.
...Something hot. Anything.
[She rubs her face. She's probably filthy, and just got her face filthier, but she just doesn't care. She is so done with everything right now. She's tired, she's grumpy, she's cold--]
I'll get back to you on just where the heck I am. It's a house, for the record.
Maybe that's why she woke up curled in a tight ball, shivering and grinding her teeth together. Fuck everything. Fuck. Everything.]
I-I do those jo-jokers a f-f-favor and this...this is wh-what I g-g-get?! Can't b-believe--! [She sits bolt upright on the stiff mattress, hugging her arms and rubbing them up and down. It's a stark contrast coming from a jungle to the chilly weather of Luceti's night-time winter.] Never gonna do th-that again if...oooh! Why can't I ever catch a break?! Why?! I do nice things! I'm a good person! Why am I the one that always gets the short end of the stick every time?! OOOOOH!
[Norma slams her fists down on the mattress, hard, and her journal bounces. Hah...right. Of course it's there. It's always there. She gives it a dead look, like it just insulted her deeply, then picked it up and peers down into it.]
Yo. I'm back. And I'm going to take the longest shower in history if the pipes in this rustbucket still carry hot water. [She grunts, then sifts through her bag, tearing out her other clothes and pressing them to her face. ...Yeah, no.] I need a towel and a spare set of clothes. ...And cocoa. Or coffee. Maybe soup.
...Something hot. Anything.
[She rubs her face. She's probably filthy, and just got her face filthier, but she just doesn't care. She is so done with everything right now. She's tired, she's grumpy, she's cold--]
I'll get back to you on just where the heck I am. It's a house, for the record.
