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poison_isleyShe'd wallowed around in the sad girl bullshit long enough. The new meds weren't working and she didn't fucking need them anyway. After the lab results she remembered who the fuck she was. She was amazing. She was powerful.
She was psychotic, but that was someone else's problem. Like the police. Or Batman.
She'd already taken out a crowd in the park, and brought a couple trees to sentience and gave them mouths. They were in the west end raising hell.
She had lifted herself all the way up to the garden and walked in through the doors without invitation. Hex looked up in surprise.
"Where's Klaus?" she said, her voice eerily compelling. Hex simply pointed. Vines carried her so she glided across the floor to Klaus's door and she let herself in.
"Hey, baby. Let's go have some fun," she purred. She was very clearly not herself...or, conversely, finally herself.
She was psychotic, but that was someone else's problem. Like the police. Or Batman.
She'd already taken out a crowd in the park, and brought a couple trees to sentience and gave them mouths. They were in the west end raising hell.
She had lifted herself all the way up to the garden and walked in through the doors without invitation. Hex looked up in surprise.
"Where's Klaus?" she said, her voice eerily compelling. Hex simply pointed. Vines carried her so she glided across the floor to Klaus's door and she let herself in.
"Hey, baby. Let's go have some fun," she purred. She was very clearly not herself...or, conversely, finally herself.
