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paradisalogs2014-04-15 10:45 pm
dog_eat_dog) wrote in paradisalogs2014-04-15 10:45 pm
Entry tags:
- ellie,
- joel,
- riley abel,
- tess
SIXTEENTH SHOT
Who: Joel, Ellie, Riley, Tess, Cassandra
What: Spirals?!
When: April 15th
Where: 312
Rating: PG?!
Tess hasn’t exactly felt like herself.
What had started as a mild curiosity had only taken days to becoming both fascinating and terrifying. It’d all been fun when she was just looking at patterns in things and enjoying this idea of some sort of unifying pattern in everything –– a sense to the universe. It’d be nice, then. Then she’d seen it in cordyceps and thought just a little too much about mushroom fronds and how they radiated from an infected’s face, and, well…
She’d gone a little over the edge, that’s all. It was fascinating and then it was something to avoid at all costs. Now she’s spent a few days on edge, thinking about it under her skin and how she was becoming it and how her flesh would eventually warp, too, in those radiating plates of fungus, around and around and around…
And she needs to get it out. She needs to get it out of all of them before it’s too late.
In times like this, heart pounding but feeling steady with resolve, she’s glad that so many years of stress has tempered her to think so clearly in these kinds of situations.
Tess moves to the living room where Ellie and Riley are watching a movie, her hand against her side. There’s a knife, there, concealed.
“Girls,” she says, to get their attention. “We need to talk for a minute, while Joel’s out."
What: Spirals?!
When: April 15th
Where: 312
Rating: PG?!
Tess hasn’t exactly felt like herself.
What had started as a mild curiosity had only taken days to becoming both fascinating and terrifying. It’d all been fun when she was just looking at patterns in things and enjoying this idea of some sort of unifying pattern in everything –– a sense to the universe. It’d be nice, then. Then she’d seen it in cordyceps and thought just a little too much about mushroom fronds and how they radiated from an infected’s face, and, well…
She’d gone a little over the edge, that’s all. It was fascinating and then it was something to avoid at all costs. Now she’s spent a few days on edge, thinking about it under her skin and how she was becoming it and how her flesh would eventually warp, too, in those radiating plates of fungus, around and around and around…
And she needs to get it out. She needs to get it out of all of them before it’s too late.
In times like this, heart pounding but feeling steady with resolve, she’s glad that so many years of stress has tempered her to think so clearly in these kinds of situations.
Tess moves to the living room where Ellie and Riley are watching a movie, her hand against her side. There’s a knife, there, concealed.
“Girls,” she says, to get their attention. “We need to talk for a minute, while Joel’s out."