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Tweak says, "no love now..................."

solong (heartache) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-07-24 07:31:00

Entry tags:

!dropped, day 16, derek zoolander, james t. kirk, merope gaunt

Who: Merope and OTA
Where: Outside the Clock Tower
What: Disposing of bloody baby dolls, she herself is soaked in blood from cleaning.
Why: They couldn't ALL stay there.
When: 1 o' clock.

Merope spent the morning and into the afternoon trying to get the babydolls out of her room. She had been sobbing and crying at first from how it had effected her, but having slowly desensitized from the entire situation as she was constantly covered in blood no matter how she had avoided it. The scent was overpowering, so strong that she had vomited a few times outside from lack of clean air.

She had thought to ask someone to help, but it wasn't their responsibility, it was hers.

The girl stopped and set down on the ground beside the pile, looking miserable and holding one of the babydolls in her hand. She could probably save one, couldn't she? Just one. Merope pulled the doll close, her arms wrapping tightly and clutching it to her frame. At this moment in silence, Merope was not in her right mind and wanted to believe the limp, bloodied doll was her child. How soft and limp it had been.

"I'm so sorry, so, so sorry." She said, rocking it lightly.

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illdoitinthree
2009-08-07 12:41 pm UTC (link)

Jim must have looked completely ridiculous with the look he was directing the other guy. "Excuse me?" he muttered, his eyes narrowing suspiciously as soon as the words left his mouth. Weirdo over there was giving him what Jim guessed was a pointed look. He wasn't referring to Jim as her "baby", was he??

Oh, who the hell knew what that guy was talking about.

Kirk looked back to Merope and hoped he was headed in the right direction.

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heartache
2009-08-09 10:30 am UTC (link)

Merope was nearly unresponsive, her arms clutched the babydoll and she refused to release it. She had wanted her own child so badly that when she finally finished with her heaving, bloody mess all she could think about was how she had missed her son. Having the doll, so realistic in weight and size to her had been very tolling on her.

"...Mister..." She looked at Derek, cuddling the doll a bit more.

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