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Rooms anonymous ([info]roomsanon) wrote in [info]rooms,
@ 2015-10-13 16:46:00

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Entry tags:!marvel comics, *news

News: NYC (Marvel)
[She shows up on Tuesday afternoon at the NYPD, dropped off in front of the building by an unmarked vehicle with no license plates. Upon review of security footage, nothing of the driver is visible due to the darkly tinted windows.

Dressed in generic green scrubs (the sort that could be purchased at any mass retailer), she stands briefly at the steps to the building before collapsing to the concrete stairs. Blinded and with her tongue removed, it's easy to piece together where those parts are. But she's not blonde, not in the slightest. Dark brown hair and tanned skin that had seen plenty of summer sun, the girl's college-aged and there's signs that she had once been in shape. But she's not anymore, no. Sunken cheeks and bird-thin limbs, she exhibits signs of dehydration and malnutrition. Whoever was holding her was not taking very good care of her at all.

But the most interesting thing about the girl is the message that's been carved into her back.

Martin

Stone

Murphy


Big, bold letters carved deep into the dermis. They're already healing, done several days prior, but they're still angry and red, and where the scabs have been scratched off by desperate fingers, blood seeps to stain the skin.

The girl isn't up for answering too many questions, but when given paper and a pen, she can write. Her penmenship is messy, uneven and difficult to read, but the single word comes out quite clear.

fire
fire
fire
fire

Over and over it's written, and further attempts to get information out of her, including an identity, prove futile.]


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