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ataraxionlogs2014-08-26 04:51 pm
unmothered) wrote in ataraxionlogs2014-08-26 04:51 pm
open} all day i've been wondering what is inside of me, who can i blame for it?
CHARACTERS: Regina Mills, Snow White, anyone else who feels like showing up
LOCATION: Third floor, in front of Regina's room
WARNINGS: Will update if necessary
SUMMARY: Regina's having a very bad day. It's about to get worse.
NOTES: Particularly for Snow, but open to others who want to see Regina lurking!
Regina had been too distracted by the human heart in her locker to notice any familiar faces that had shown up. And since then, she's been feeling... well... ill. There's a churning in her gut, her skin feels clammy, and she can't stop snapping at anyone who tried to talk to her. Not that the last part is particularly unusual for her.
But she's sure she'll feel better if she can just get a bit of rest. It isn't so serious for her to suspect more than a minor bug. She just needs to rest, and she'll be fine.
Her door, though, is not cooperating. She's been standing out in front of her room for ten minutes, trying to get the damn thing to just let her in, but no luck.
"Oh, this is ridiculous," she grumbles, and starts summoning her power, ready to blow the damn thing off its hinges. A wave of dizziness hit her, and she staggers, power draining out of her. She catches herself on the wall and stands there, panting and frustrated, and feeling helpless. She hates that feeling. It's too much like how other people must feel all the time.
Gritting her teeth, she starts to summon her power again.
LOCATION: Third floor, in front of Regina's room
WARNINGS: Will update if necessary
SUMMARY: Regina's having a very bad day. It's about to get worse.
NOTES: Particularly for Snow, but open to others who want to see Regina lurking!
Regina had been too distracted by the human heart in her locker to notice any familiar faces that had shown up. And since then, she's been feeling... well... ill. There's a churning in her gut, her skin feels clammy, and she can't stop snapping at anyone who tried to talk to her. Not that the last part is particularly unusual for her.
But she's sure she'll feel better if she can just get a bit of rest. It isn't so serious for her to suspect more than a minor bug. She just needs to rest, and she'll be fine.
Her door, though, is not cooperating. She's been standing out in front of her room for ten minutes, trying to get the damn thing to just let her in, but no luck.
"Oh, this is ridiculous," she grumbles, and starts summoning her power, ready to blow the damn thing off its hinges. A wave of dizziness hit her, and she staggers, power draining out of her. She catches herself on the wall and stands there, panting and frustrated, and feeling helpless. She hates that feeling. It's too much like how other people must feel all the time.
Gritting her teeth, she starts to summon her power again.