Re: quicklog: connie/matt/etain
[The smell of copper rose thickly once the door was opened, and the girl in question was sitting on the floor, porcelain skin stained in red, cell phone on the floor beside her. Her eyes were closed and she looked, for all intents and purposes, simply sleeping. But her pallor was decidedly unhealthy and her breathing shallow and uneven.
The room was clean, however, kept neat and tidy, though the paintings on the wall were anything but peaceful. Swathes of fiery colours, evocative of flames and burning things. The paint was well-dried, nothing new, and definitely not coppery blood.]