Sin Draven (poweroftouch) wrote in reality_dome, @ 2014-03-27 14:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~crimson moretti |
Characters: Sin
When: Wednesday, late afternoon
Location: Bedroom of Sin’s Cabin (6)
Warnings/Rating: Language
Summary: Sin debates and injects
Status: Narrative, Complete
Sin paced back and forth in front of her bed, eyes on the open box that lay atop it. It wasn’t as if the needle was going to get up, run across the comforter, and leap into her arm but she didn’t trust this place. Until she figured out exactly what she was doing with it, and did it on her terms, she wasn’t letting it out of her sight. It had already been to the bathroom with her twice, to the kitchen for her to have something to eat, and now here it sat while she thought about this some more. This could be the ‘solution’ to the break week. She could shove this needle in her arm, push the fluid into her veins, and boom- be healing people by nightfall. Or she could have the biggest hallucination of her fucking life because for all she knew it was some new psychotropic drug they had invented. Not everyone had the same fluid, so it would make sense that not everyone would get the same effects. She walked closer, pulling the needle out of the box and taking a closer look. It appeared to be black but when she held it up to the light it was clear that the liquid inside was really a very dark purple. See? They tricked her already and that was something she shouldn’t have missed. And what if this really did give her back her power? It was nice to have a few days without it. Not to have anything on her conscience. People had been aware that they were all broken so if they did anything that got them hurt, it was their own stupidity. Why should she have to pick up the slack any other time? Where was the fairness? Then again, where was the fairness when only two or three of them had climbed over the wall and Jaime had been nice enough to bring her food to make sure she ate the day she fixed her headache? It was her part to play. She didn’t have to like it because she couldn’t imagine any of them did, but she did have to do it. Was she the only one having this crisis? Had the rest of them already injected by now? Or were they also considering the risks versus the benefits? Sin brought the needle to her nose, inhaling deeply to try if she could catch any kind of scent off the end of it. Most poisons had noticeable ones. A hint of almonds meant arsenic, or was that cyanide? It was hard to tell when too many movies used them interchangeably like they were of the same makeup. Didn’t matter. She couldn’t pick up on anything at all. Part of her wondered if this injection was mandatory. They wouldn’t have gone through the trouble of giving them each a fancy little box had it not been. And she’d already learned what happened when you didn’t play along. Last time it had been ants. She didn’t really want to know, at this point, what could be worse. Especially if They were watching and knew that she might be able to actually try and stay at Jake’s now if she had to and he was still roommate free with the influx of new people. What if whatever they plagued her with next followed her wherever she went? To his cabin, to Dahlia’s, to the Keep? What if she brought the wrath of the producers down on all of them? There really wouldn’t be any fairness in that. Fine. FINE. If they wanted her to be super nurse extraordinaire, then so be it. At least no one else would have to die. Jake, Jaime, Dahlia, they would all be safe. Sin took her time, lining up the needle with the vein near the bend of her arm to make sure she wouldn’t slam it in anywhere that would cause blood to spurt everywhere. The point was to make it out of this alive, not to rupture anything. She pushed it in slowly, a small smile spreading across her lips at the welcome feeling of physical pain. That kind of feeling she knew and understood. It made sense. “I hope you motherfuckers appreciate this.” She said to the air in her room before pushing the barrel of the syringe slowly until it was empty and withdrew it from her arm. Sin waited for a moment, expecting to feel something, and feeling like an idiot when nothing came right away. It wasn’t like her power was something that hummed along in the background before. She tucked the needle under her top mattress for safe keeping, next to the one Jake had given her earlier that morning. Maybe They would forget about and They would just let her keep it, keep them both. His as another Dome collectible- one she didn’t even know how to convey her appreciation of and fondness for and even thinking about it made something inside of her give a small twinge- and hers, well you never knew when it might come in handy in the future for anything. Cleaning out underneath her nails, scraping something, jamming it into someone’s eyesocket for a perfectly justified reason… She sighed and headed off to the kitchen to get a bottle of water out of the fridge. Might as well be prepared for the thirst to come back and she wasn’t going to get up once she put The Lost Boys in. |