voice; [REVERSE INTRO!]
[upon her arrival, Painwheel definitely had a little bit of an episode. she tore up that welcome basket and flipped her every shit available to be up-ended, and finally inspected the network a little once she calmed down and all the fear and irrational anger subsided—once she realized she's actually in control and she doesn't have to be such a fucking spaz.
it occurs to her, however, that she hasn't properly socialized in a very long time. she's probably bad at carrying on conversation. she also doesn't want to talk about herself. she doesn't want people to see her face. but she wants to know about the other criminals here. she wants to know people like she used to know people. they can't all be bad, right? ...RIGHT??
and so, she's been inspired to make this post!]
...Hello— [her voice is deep and worn, gravelly in its quality, like her vocal chords have been blown out a little.] My...name is Painwheel.
[she takes an unsteady breath in, and manages to push herself forward, a little.]
There's a lot of people here—people who've committed crimes... So I guess that's our common ground, as people... But that can't be it, right?
So...what do all of you enjoy? Who are you? I'd... like to know, I think.