Devi stood at the docks, map and communicator in hand and stared dumbly at the sprawling city in front of her. There was no way she was here. This was a dream, right? A nightmare? A coma? Maybe she'd hit up that crackhead a few apartment doors down and OD'd. Maybe Sickness had driven her insane in retaliation. That was possible.
Dropping down to one knee, the young, purple haired girl pulled off her backpack and started hastily going through it.
"No, no no no.. FUCK." Sitting back on her heel, Devi sighed behind a blank expression. "Points for creativity. At least it's fuckin' new."
Event
Fairs were alright, generally speaking, so long as they were lit and happy though Devi was glad to not see any clowns and she'd already found the funnel cake stand. Sated by sugary goodness, the artist wandered around until she found herself in front of a dance floor. Well, she did like clubs and this wasn't exactly the same thing.
Still, it was music, so she found a tree to sit underneath and watch while she destroyed the deep-fried sacrifice. Insanity made for a great snacking experience. She was almost impressed at how well her mind was generating the sensations and since she hadn't found a way out or a way to convince her stomach it wasn't empty, she'd have to go with it.
It was pretty, for now, but Devi was waiting for the boot of Doom and Horror to drop. It always did.
Devi D | I Feel Sick
Devi stood at the docks, map and communicator in hand and stared dumbly at the sprawling city in front of her. There was no way she was here. This was a dream, right? A nightmare? A coma? Maybe she'd hit up that crackhead a few apartment doors down and OD'd. Maybe Sickness had driven her insane in retaliation. That was possible.
Dropping down to one knee, the young, purple haired girl pulled off her backpack and started hastily going through it.
"No, no no no.. FUCK." Sitting back on her heel, Devi sighed behind a blank expression. "Points for creativity. At least it's fuckin' new."
Event
Fairs were alright, generally speaking, so long as they were lit and happy though Devi was glad to not see any clowns and she'd already found the funnel cake stand. Sated by sugary goodness, the artist wandered around until she found herself in front of a dance floor. Well, she did like clubs and this wasn't exactly the same thing.
Still, it was music, so she found a tree to sit underneath and watch while she destroyed the deep-fried sacrifice. Insanity made for a great snacking experience. She was almost impressed at how well her mind was generating the sensations and since she hadn't found a way out or a way to convince her stomach it wasn't empty, she'd have to go with it.
It was pretty, for now, but Devi was waiting for the boot of Doom and Horror to drop. It always did.