(sometimes it was all someone had to maintain their sanity, to think about those who truly cared. those that would have been saddened at the thought that she was gone, missing. because she wasn't there any longer, she hasn't been in terra for almost a year. she missed everyone, her friends more importantly. they all weren't in this hell, and she'd prefer it to stay that way after all the things she's dealt with. the girls don't deserve this. not to be here while they were expected to lose themselves in hedonistic desires, things that'd destroy them all the more as she remembers that even exusiai would fall apart in this place.
she didn't deserve it either, the way that it stung to consider almost that she's forgotten nearly the sound of her voice and the scent of her baking. that familiar scent of apple pie and a smile that had grown more vague as time ticked on by. she was among the many things to fade away while texas stayed in this purgatory. this hell that had her by the throat with the intentions of making the players like them into soulless husks of what they once were.
everyone has value in their own ways even if they might not be missed at first, someone cares about them somewhere. someone might want to find them. they could even miss them to the point of madness in that desire to know what happened to an important to them. even texas would like to think this woman might have someone like that, but she doesn't dare question her comment or press her about it. she only focuses on the now, on the remark about the house and leverage. doubtful. the house didn't seem to care, the guests could allegedly die and be found again if what she heard was right. those zombies from the morgue over halloween, the fact there was a morgue, it's only proof that they're all meant to live and be brought back like hunks of meat for the purpose of sex and hedonism.
which is why she thinks for the moment, even reaches into her dress shorts to take out a cigarette this time. the end of it lit by a flip lighter as she lets the burn of nicotine settle in her throat, on her tongue, before blowing a puff of smoke in the opposite direction to spare this girl the scent of it wholly.)
The House needs us alive, and with there being a morgue, I doubt any attempts at using your life would work. Much less the lives of others.
(but it didn't matter, it won't matter while she thinks to herself that she hates this more. being used and being forced to use. despite the way she carries herself, she despises it all. because nothing would change, not even the mistreatment of those lower in this wretched place. how they're all expected to give up their dignity to claw out of the dredges that is the basement.)
You're better off trying to spin tales for Jin Mingming. She likes things that provoke thought, we found that out because she posed a question during a game of "would you rather". Asking if we'd potentially sacrifice the lives of others to save our child or let her pass away in quiet acceptance of her fate.
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she didn't deserve it either, the way that it stung to consider almost that she's forgotten nearly the sound of her voice and the scent of her baking. that familiar scent of apple pie and a smile that had grown more vague as time ticked on by. she was among the many things to fade away while texas stayed in this purgatory. this hell that had her by the throat with the intentions of making the players like them into soulless husks of what they once were.
everyone has value in their own ways even if they might not be missed at first, someone cares about them somewhere. someone might want to find them. they could even miss them to the point of madness in that desire to know what happened to an important to them. even texas would like to think this woman might have someone like that, but she doesn't dare question her comment or press her about it. she only focuses on the now, on the remark about the house and leverage. doubtful. the house didn't seem to care, the guests could allegedly die and be found again if what she heard was right. those zombies from the morgue over halloween, the fact there was a morgue, it's only proof that they're all meant to live and be brought back like hunks of meat for the purpose of sex and hedonism.
which is why she thinks for the moment, even reaches into her dress shorts to take out a cigarette this time. the end of it lit by a flip lighter as she lets the burn of nicotine settle in her throat, on her tongue, before blowing a puff of smoke in the opposite direction to spare this girl the scent of it wholly.)
The House needs us alive, and with there being a morgue, I doubt any attempts at using your life would work. Much less the lives of others.
(but it didn't matter, it won't matter while she thinks to herself that she hates this more. being used and being forced to use. despite the way she carries herself, she despises it all. because nothing would change, not even the mistreatment of those lower in this wretched place. how they're all expected to give up their dignity to claw out of the dredges that is the basement.)
You're better off trying to spin tales for Jin Mingming. She likes things that provoke thought, we found that out because she posed a question during a game of "would you rather". Asking if we'd potentially sacrifice the lives of others to save our child or let her pass away in quiet acceptance of her fate.