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[It clicks on. There's a plate, and this rice omelet sits on a plate. Anemone's hand comes into view and turns it so it's right-side-up, and soon she speaks into it.]

It's an omurice. And it's... happy.

It's happy that I'm going to kill him, with my teeth.

[Doesn't she sound soooo happy? Actually, she's quite miserable. Still. And bitterly talking about this omelette.]

Oh, he'll love being taken away. Can't you see that smile?

[With a soft sigh, she lets the camera angle fall from the omelette.]

Dominic... my head hurts... what... what should I do?

Well, fucking fine then! I'll never go outside anymore! [Can't you see? Anemone looks very angry, and even though she looks up and attempts to think calmly, this, of course, does not work. So she goes back to just glaring.]

I'll just stay here, and I won't ever have fun! Who fucking cares about going outside? [At this point, she just tosses the communicator at her bed, and she can be seen pushing the wheelchair back. She slams her bedroom door.] No, I'll just stay in seclusion. It'll be like Dewey's, only worse. Why? Because I don't even have theEND to sit with me.

I fucking hate all of you!

[Her chair bumps into something on the ground, but she just angrily jerks at the wheel, and the chair falls backward. After a heavy thud, Anemone starts sobbing, quite loudly.]

DOMINIIIIC!

[[ooc: She figured out what Wolfwood was talking about yesterday, and now she's, of course, throwing a tantrum about it.]]

Current Location: Horton #310

I HATE IT HERE!

[She grunts in frustration and the bed creeks loudly. Gulliver squeaks in what sounds like fear, but she ignores him, and something hard and wooden smashes against a wall. (Goodbye, chair; she kicked it with her good leg.)]

No. MORE!

Dominic's busy and I hate this stupid hospital and my headaches came back and I want to go home. NOW!

[She breathes heavily for a moment, then the communicator collides with the floor. There's a bit of odd, struggling sounds, and a loud thud.]

Shit, shit, shiiiit. This is hard.

Greeeeat. Finally, all the stupid ghosts are gone.

Too bad I feel nothing short of crappy from all of this. The pillow helped my headache a little, though... thanks, Sanji.

But... Shinji! I want to go home!

[And a Hmph! She's sulking, and sounds cranky.]

I don't care what you think, my apartment's just fine! And I want my bed back! I keep sleeping, and it's not really helping... I feel hot... and icky.

Current Location: Northern Lights

Dewey... he's around here, and he... he won't leave.

A-and... I... I thought I saw Dominic, but... I guess Dominic's not-- [There's a soft sigh, and rustling sounds.] No, I definitely saw Dominic. I had to have seen him!

I don't want to be here anymore.

[[ooc: Guess who nicked an apple from the Horton basket.]]

[There's lots of mumbling, before small phrases finally escape.]

--can go wherever I damn well please! -- That jerk, I -- hate him! UGH!

[She huffs.] --and a stupid period-- maybe Coralian's don't get them-- so gross--

[Heavy breathing for a second, followed by stomping. It pauses once, then resumes before she sighs loudly. There's a thud, and a soft sigh.]

Fine, maybe I'll just stay down here...

...I hate the cold so much. I want... I want the Planet's sunlight back, and my drugs, and Dominic... and my jam... theEND, I miss you...

So... so tired... But if I never get up, Soma won't get this food... eh, he'll come outside eventually.

[After a few seconds of soft breathing, the connection terminates.]

Current Location: Horton: 3rd floor, hallway

...I'm so confused.

All these people give me a headache. Ugh. Stupid people, nighttime is for sleep, go the hell away!

Mamori, can I borrow the bat again? I want my beauty rest.

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