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queenofheartsrp2011-06-23 01:06 pm
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{ eight.dots :: VIDEO.and.ACTION }
[Dot finds this whole 'behaving' thing to be really incredibly boring. It's a travesty, but she's really starting to get bored with sex too.]
This is almost as bad as the last time Esau grounded me. They just locked me in my room, let me go hungry and everything, not that it fuckin' mattered.
[Sitting in the grass, she has a jar full of bugs in her lap, and she turns it from side to side, examining its contents.]
That was ages ago. [She tosses the large jar into the air idly, catching it again.] Goddamn. I wish Bal was here, that stupid fucking demon always had good ideas. Or Amon, or Baramue...
[Wow, Dot, for someone who insists caring about people is a waste, you sure do sound like you miss your family.]
If Jacob were here, I'd drop this on his desk... [She tosses the jar of bugs up again.] and it'd shatter and send bugs and glass flying everywhere. Bet you five bucks it'd make him laugh.
[She smiles to her fondly. She had been talking knowing full well the Vine was present, she liked the sound of her own voice and loved to inflict it on others. But for just a minute there, she got lost in the memories. When she comes back to herself, she glances a the vine with a little frown.]
Point is, I need a playdate.
This is almost as bad as the last time Esau grounded me. They just locked me in my room, let me go hungry and everything, not that it fuckin' mattered.
[Sitting in the grass, she has a jar full of bugs in her lap, and she turns it from side to side, examining its contents.]
That was ages ago. [She tosses the large jar into the air idly, catching it again.] Goddamn. I wish Bal was here, that stupid fucking demon always had good ideas. Or Amon, or Baramue...
[Wow, Dot, for someone who insists caring about people is a waste, you sure do sound like you miss your family.]
If Jacob were here, I'd drop this on his desk... [She tosses the jar of bugs up again.] and it'd shatter and send bugs and glass flying everywhere. Bet you five bucks it'd make him laugh.
[She smiles to her fondly. She had been talking knowing full well the Vine was present, she liked the sound of her own voice and loved to inflict it on others. But for just a minute there, she got lost in the memories. When she comes back to herself, she glances a the vine with a little frown.]
Point is, I need a playdate.
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