Mar. 30th, 2009

pilot_princess: (frustrated as the headache worsens)
I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!

[There's a loud thud as Anemone chucks her shoe at the wall, and crumbling as drywall falls to the ground.]

So, since I'm not throwing up anymore, that makes it okay to eat, right? Because I'm hungry. And I want something, I want... Jam. There had better be some left in this godforsaken place or, so help me, I'm going to hurt someone.

[Stomping for a moment, and then another thump and more crackling. She's silent, then huffs loudly and stomps back to the communicator.]

I wish I had more glass. It would make Dominic hurry over, and then the headaches would go away. But without Dominic even in this damn place... UUUGH!

[She sighs softly, and the transmission muffles as her blanket moves on top of it, and then back as she tugs it away.]

Doctorine, that stuff you first gave me, I found it... I finished off the last half of the bottle. It isn't working.

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