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[kneebruises.livejournal.com]

[ It's actually the first time Sasha has ever used the Vine - and she has been around for two whole months by now. She's not doing it voluntarily, not in the way most do. She does have her hand curled around it, but she doesn't seem to be all there. In fact, she seems very off. ]

If you-- if you s-screw up, th-things happen. T-They make things h-happen t-to you.

[ She closes her eyes shut tightly and shakes her head, rubbing her face, curling her fingers around her fringe, like she's having a little mental breakdown. Which she probably is, all things considered. She hasn't sleep for days, hasn't eaten, needs a shower. ]

Don't go to sleep, don't go to sleep. [ Talking to herself here. She shakes her head again and then brings her knees up to her chest and lays her forehead against them, arms over her head. ]

[ She pulls her head up and seems to only notice the Vine then. She wails pitifully and tries to shake it off in a pathetic display of a already defeated struggle. ]

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[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

[Holy shit what]

Who makes things happen? The queen and her people?

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[kneebruises.livejournal.com]

[ She's twitching and scratching her wrists and arms and she feels sick and feverish and she's only shaking her head a bit too much at Jessica. ]

Off with her h-head.

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[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

...where are you right now?

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[kneebruises.livejournal.com]

S-Shut up, shut u-up!

[ She's not actually talking to Jessica, she's just pressing her hands to her ears to try to block out the chirping birds. Everything hurts. ]

I c-can't!

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[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

...hey, um... can you hear me?

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[kneebruises.livejournal.com]

[ It's not has much of a question of Sasha being able to hear her as much as it is about she snapping out of it and it doesn't look like that's going to happen anytime soon. ]

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[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

[Which was what Jessica was trying to ascertain. She turns her head away and closes the feed.]

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[thesamename.livejournal.com]

What are you doing.

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[kneebruises.livejournal.com]

[ Sasha whines and seems to curl around herself, holding her stomach tightly before wailing again. ]

I can't-- can't sle-sleep like this, no-not like t-this.

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[thesamename.livejournal.com]

Like what.

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[kneebruises.livejournal.com]

[ She shakes her head violently like she doesn't want to tell it, but then she shouts and curls again, feeling her tattoos burning up and that terrible sharp pain in her stomach, like there's something eating her from the inside. ]

N-no! No-t here, they'll-- l-listen, I'll s-screw up!

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[thesamename.livejournal.com]

Sasha, shut up and come to the house.

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[kneebruises.livejournal.com]

[ Some people could find utmost rudeness in Jackie's words and lack of common sense and compassion, but any of those would be nerve-wrecking for Sasha. Orders, abrupt and sudden, she can deal with. She can cope with that, she can lead with being ordered around and being told what she can't and can do.

Still, she's going to writhe a bit more before the pain goes for the moment, and she's scratching her wrists compulsively until they're raw. ]

G-Go to the house. D-D-Don't sl-sleep, go to the h-house.

[ She's not even looking at the Vine when she stomps and kicks and pulls at it until she disentangles her hand and then wobbly - like a comedian making an impersonation of a drunk - stumbles to the house as told.. ]

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[ And there she is, sweating with effort and if she had any food on her stomach she would have had it all out by then. She stares at the house emptily and though she was told to go there, Sasha just ends up sitting against a tree from a fair distance, feeling both numb and nauseated, in pain and not really all there. ]

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[gentlecuteside]

...what? Are you alright?

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[kneebruises.livejournal.com]

[ She's scratching her wrists and twitching her shoulders and tugging on her hair, like she doesn't even sees the Vine. ]

B-Bad things happen he-here.

[gentlecuteside]

Well...yes. Could you be more specific?

[kneebruises.livejournal.com]

[ She tugs at her hair. ]

When you d-do bad things, y-you just-- you get p-punished.

[gentlecuteside]

[Well this is a little concerning]

Are you okay? Do you need help?

[kneebruises.livejournal.com]

I need to d-do a bad th-thing but I ca-can't.

[ Her stutter gets worse by the minute, and she's looking at the Vine as if it was the first time she saw it curled around her wrist. She whines and wails and then tries to peel it off sluggishly. ]

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[loly-poison.livejournal.com]

[Loly walks near the girl, tilts her head and has to ask.]

...what the hell's your problem?

[Tact. Loly does not have it.]

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[kneebruises.livejournal.com]

[ Sasha covers her head with her arms and flinches at the voice, wincing, because people make her nervous. To be fair, anything makes her nervous. ]

I can't-- [ Shakes her head, hands tugging on a few loose strands of blonde hair. ] You d-do bad things, the Q-Queen catches you.

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[loly-poison.livejournal.com]

Yeah, she does.

[Loly shrugs. This isn't really news to her.]

What did she do to you?

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[kneebruises.livejournal.com]

N-Nothing to me.

[ Not yet, at least, but Sasha has been watching the things the Queen does to people. Has been watching what happens to people, how they change and get into trouble, like what had happened to Dot. ]

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[loly-poison.livejournal.com]

[Loly's nose wrinkles up in disgust.]

If nothing happened to you, quit acting like such a weakling. It's pathetic. If you're that easily broken, someone should just put you out of your misery already.

[To say that Loly's insensitive about other people's feelings is putting it mildly. She's capable of compassion on occasion, but not in this situation. She simply can't comprehend why this woman is so troubled by what can happen here that she's barely functional. But then, Loly has grown up in an unkind world.]

I'd do the honours but I don't feel like doing you a favour. So suck it up. There's worse things.

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[kneebruises.livejournal.com]

[ Ah, it's not the first time Sasha has heard that one. Yes, she really is this pathetic, a little scrawny coward she is. There's little more to her than this sad figure, only the fever searing through her due to the poisonous ink of the tattoos her monster engraved on her back home, well... It makes her even more pathetic.

She whimpers and covers her head when Loly speaks, wincing, like she's going to actually hit her - out of reflex, mostly, she's used to get kicked around. But then it doesn't happen and she doesn't look up, simply holding her stomach.

Then she wails when a sharp pain pinches her from the inside. ]

I-I'm so-sorry. [ The stutter is bad, the lisp caused by the scarred tongue and mouth is easily distinguishable. Why is she apologizing? That would be her brain going through the usual "don't hit me, please, I'm sorry" kind of panic.

Sasha's world is not very kind either. ]