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four. [action]
[ After spending a couple of days indoors, Caprica decides to go out — partly just to get out of the house that is and isn't hers, partly because she has some supplies that need refreshing. It's a pristine morning, the sun full and high overhead — only one of many pristine mornings in a place that can, at times, seem unnaturally perfect. When the Gardens' residents aren't being attacked by monsters or bloodthirsty flowers, at any rate.
She nearly trips on something in the path as she walks, which is incredibly rare; it isn't a characteristic normally ascribed to Sixes, or Cylons in general, this startling lack of grace. Caprica catches herself before she can fall, nearly before she can even stumble, and pauses, glancing down to see what was underfoot.
It's a dead cat. Caprica would nearly think it had been killed by one of the other wild animals here, or by another resident by accident, except for the incredibly methodical way the corpse has been mutilated. It looks like it's been dead for some days now; it's starting to decompose, rotten flesh and rotten organs.
She has seen dead things before — dead animals, dead people. She's killed with her bare hands before. But Caprica is not a sadist, and that's what she'd have to be to ever perpetrate something this gruesome. Her stomach twists and she presses a hand to her mouth, takes a step back. ]
[ OOC: lol I did not realize there had already been one of these today, oh well. I meant to post this earlier and got sidelined. Come be horrified with Caprica. Or don't. :/ ]
She nearly trips on something in the path as she walks, which is incredibly rare; it isn't a characteristic normally ascribed to Sixes, or Cylons in general, this startling lack of grace. Caprica catches herself before she can fall, nearly before she can even stumble, and pauses, glancing down to see what was underfoot.
It's a dead cat. Caprica would nearly think it had been killed by one of the other wild animals here, or by another resident by accident, except for the incredibly methodical way the corpse has been mutilated. It looks like it's been dead for some days now; it's starting to decompose, rotten flesh and rotten organs.
She has seen dead things before — dead animals, dead people. She's killed with her bare hands before. But Caprica is not a sadist, and that's what she'd have to be to ever perpetrate something this gruesome. Her stomach twists and she presses a hand to her mouth, takes a step back. ]
[ OOC: lol I did not realize there had already been one of these today, oh well. I meant to post this earlier and got sidelined. Come be horrified with Caprica. Or don't. :/ ]
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Hello, Caprica? [She remembers the woman from before. She starts to approach her, and in another moment, she realizes what's wrong. One of the cats. She quickens her pace, hurrying to Caprica's side. She regards the cat, sorrow in her eyes.] Oh no. Not another. [She turns to Caprica.] I'm sorry you had to find her like this.
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Don't be sorry. I only—
Who would do this?
[ Not who would kill an animal, but who would enjoy it like this. ]
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Someone very sick, and possibly very sad.
[She pauses, tense. She does not like the thought of someone like that living here, unknown to the others around her and possibly a danger to them and to herself.] We should try to discover who it is.