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foundationmods ([personal profile] foundationmods) wrote2019-03-27 09:58 pm
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[personal profile] very_good_end 2019-03-29 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
Hm. In that case, it may be better for you to avoid making any foot prints, and simply carry your shoes with you and wash them off after.

Are you going to leave the poisoned rag behind?
youkaiwatch: (i'm working on it)

[personal profile] youkaiwatch 2019-03-29 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
After rinsing it out with some soap. I don't think seeing your own washcloth folded neatly near your bathtub should seem out of place.
very_good_end: (Five Little Pigs)

[personal profile] very_good_end 2019-03-29 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
No, no no. You can't afford the extra movement to the sink with my blood leaking everywhere. Just leave it behind. It will hide the fact I cooperated with you and make people think I was drugged.

Or is it some rag that belongs to you personally?
youkaiwatch: (i cannot ask the cat if he has rabies)

[personal profile] youkaiwatch 2019-03-29 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
It's literally your washcloth.
very_good_end: (Cat Among the Pigeons)

[personal profile] very_good_end 2019-03-29 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
Good.

You had better pull this off.

[she'll lie down now, face up]
youkaiwatch: (they tried to make it into things)

[personal profile] youkaiwatch 2019-03-29 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
And you keep your eyes closed, please.

[ She quickly gets the protective plastic situation under control, and then there's a brief pause -- not because of any second thoughts or moral dilemma, but to cut off a small piece of duct tape from the nearby roll and press it down over Erika's mouth.

After her whole spiel about it earlier today, it only seems appropriate. ]


Good night.

[ And with no hesitation at all, she plunges the knife in. ]
very_good_end: (Dead Man's Folly)

[personal profile] very_good_end 2019-03-29 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Of course there was no controlling her movements after she was stabbed. Her eyes bulged open, in tremendous pain, and she tried to cry out, trying to rock herself to sit up but not having the strength to do so, for some reason.

Namely, lacking the life to do so. Blood poured out of her wound and onto the bed. Erika's face would grow steadily more pale as she passed out from the shock of having a kidney punctured.

After a minute or two of convulsing, she would go quiet, still.]