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thecapitol2014-06-24 01:25 pm
this8itch) wrote in thecapitol2014-06-24 01:25 pm
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Spider in the Garden [Open]
WHO| Vriska and you.
WHAT| Vriska heads to a nice quiet, shady place on the roof to pout about her death in the arena, having no friends, and basically feeling pretty shitty about her life.
WHEN| Soon after she gets out of the arena.
WHERE| The Rooftop
WARNINGS| Nothing right now.
This was the absolute worse. 'Oh these games would be fun!' Ha! That thought was pretty well beaten out of her by now. She had started with such high expectations that all just came crashing down around her. None of her brilliant plans worked out, like, at all. Well, expect for the All the Eights. She had gotten to do that so....... She'll count that as a win. Suck it Capital. She took all your precious eights! Better take note of her now!
But mostly what she had gotten out of it was pain and frustration. Oh! And the best part was she gets to do it allllllll over again. So fucking excited for that. Let do this shit! Ugh........ If she didn't need another reason to dislike this place.
Fuck, she acted like a major asshat when she first got here. Bitching all over the network with her tantrum. Regretting that a bit now. She was pretty sure that no one liked her. Plus her actions in the arena probably burnt down what shitty bridges she had with her 'friends' from her universe too. Just fucking perfect. There you are again. Poor lonely Vriska off by herself. Pity party, party of one!
Right now, she didn't want to be around others. But all the places in the tribute center was just too brightly lit for her and full of people. So she wondered her way to the rooftop where it was at least quiet. She found herself a nice little secluded bench under a vine covered canopy she curled up, holding a leg to her chest as she hugged it. Vriska lets out a long deep sigh resting her forehead against her knee and shut her eyes. She really wished she was back home, even if that meant going back to drift through endless dream bubbles. At least she had Meenah to talk to.
WHAT| Vriska heads to a nice quiet, shady place on the roof to pout about her death in the arena, having no friends, and basically feeling pretty shitty about her life.
WHEN| Soon after she gets out of the arena.
WHERE| The Rooftop
WARNINGS| Nothing right now.
This was the absolute worse. 'Oh these games would be fun!' Ha! That thought was pretty well beaten out of her by now. She had started with such high expectations that all just came crashing down around her. None of her brilliant plans worked out, like, at all. Well, expect for the All the Eights. She had gotten to do that so....... She'll count that as a win. Suck it Capital. She took all your precious eights! Better take note of her now!
But mostly what she had gotten out of it was pain and frustration. Oh! And the best part was she gets to do it allllllll over again. So fucking excited for that. Let do this shit! Ugh........ If she didn't need another reason to dislike this place.
Fuck, she acted like a major asshat when she first got here. Bitching all over the network with her tantrum. Regretting that a bit now. She was pretty sure that no one liked her. Plus her actions in the arena probably burnt down what shitty bridges she had with her 'friends' from her universe too. Just fucking perfect. There you are again. Poor lonely Vriska off by herself. Pity party, party of one!
Right now, she didn't want to be around others. But all the places in the tribute center was just too brightly lit for her and full of people. So she wondered her way to the rooftop where it was at least quiet. She found herself a nice little secluded bench under a vine covered canopy she curled up, holding a leg to her chest as she hugged it. Vriska lets out a long deep sigh resting her forehead against her knee and shut her eyes. She really wished she was back home, even if that meant going back to drift through endless dream bubbles. At least she had Meenah to talk to.