InsaneJournal

Natalie had been getting progressively surly throughout the tour. Not because she wasn't having fun, because she was, but for... Reasons.
She didn't like explaining herself to anyone, the least of all being herself. Or her male self, either. She knew she was fucked, because hell. Who the fuck could argue that the most metal relationship in the world, (yes, the ENTIRE WORLD!!!), was that of Nathan and Satan.
She couldn't fuck with that. She WOULDN'T fuck with that. Even though she already realized that the only person in the entire world who she knew wouldn't fuck her over, the only man she could actually for-reals say wouldn't make her want to choke someone and/or cry like a unmetal little pansy, was Nathan.

So... Natalie just decided to be surly about it. At the moment, she was stomping down the main hall in Mordhaus, on her way to... goddamn anywhere but where she was, and saw an opportunity to cause destruction that might cheer her up and let her release some steam. So she stopped in front of one of their statues that lined the side of the hall, and kicked it over with a loud, low growl, setting into motion a domino effect that went down the incredibly long hall.

Nope. Even that didn't help. It was pretty cool, though, how the statues all toppled over like that, though.