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lionel estrada d5 ᥫ᭡ kiah
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escape and release { susie x oli } blitz Dec 30, 2023 7:10:27 GMT -5

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Post by lionel estrada d5 ᥫ᭡ kiah on Dec 30, 2023 7:10:27 GMT -5

A groan of pain escapes my lips as my fingers gently rub against the point of my thigh where the prosthetic hugs it tightly. For the most part, I am able to put on a brave face and show the district, my followers and fans that the prosthetic and the reason behind it doesn't bother me. That it was nothing but another reason for them to adore me. You are so strong, you are so brave, they would say to me. Their messages of support and constant showering of love something that I had come to crave over the recent years.

But even that was enough to stop the pain that pushed through me so deep that often I would wake during the middle of the night moving to clutch empty air where a leg no longer existed yet radiated pain so sharp and so intense that it would cause my eyes to dampen and my heart to race.

Not to mention that the prosthetic often left my skin raw and tender and so fucking painful that it took everything I had not to limp. And I wouldn't limp, not when I knew that eyes were upon me, watching me. So I I push my shoulders back and allow my lips to hook up in that characteristic grin that I had become known for.

However once I drop into one of the chairs lining the pharmacy waiting room, I cant fight back the moan of relief that washes through me as my weight is shifted from my aching stub.

Glancing over to my right I notice a girls eyes on me and I give her a grin, as I tap a knuckle against the prosthetic. "Pain in the ass this thing is, like, my actual ass."

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escape and release { susie x oli } blitz Dec 31, 2023 13:22:42 GMT -5

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Post by gamemaker 🍒 maryn hale on Dec 31, 2023 13:22:42 GMT -5

^{| i am the monster under my bed |}

^❄ susie golightly _❄

These rare trips down the mountain feel like one of the only times she is able to breathe. It only lasts a couple hours at best, a brief pause from the suffocating fear that has gripped her life, but Susie has learned to take what she can get. She remembers her childhood, how her dreams and ambitions seemed larger than anything else in the world. Back then, she swore she would have given anything for that scholarship to study in Ormond. To learn and grow and change.

Now, she thinks she'd give anything to get out. Her hands shake, glancing cautiously over her shoulder, obsessively checking her fingers as if they might be slick with blood she forgot to wash away. Nothing will be able to take away the memory of Frank's hand closing around her own, guiding her to make the final stab into a man already choking on his own blood. That smell of rust lingers, even months later, and the shame and the horror remain. Susie Golightly is a murderer as much as she is a wayward soul.

At the end of the day, she got her wish. The lonely girl without friends found a group to take her in; and now there's a streak of killings in Ormond that no one has been able to solve. Masked figures, varying sizes and builds, so many knife wounds in so many corpses. The worst part is knowing that she could put a stop to it, that she could go to the authorities, but her cowardice traps her. The best she can do to get away from the chaos is to make a stop to refill her anxiety medication.

She's shaken from her thoughts by an unfamiliar voice, glancing to her left to see a girl with a playful glint in her eyes. On instinct, she flashes a shy smile, braces shining in the pharmacy lights. Then she glances down to where the stranger taps her knuckles, a prosthetic leg meeting at the thigh. "Pain in the ass this thing is," the admittedly beautiful girl remarks, "like, my actual ass."

Susie blushes, and then laughs. "Um, I'm sorry it's a struggle." She taps a finger against her temple, a little awkwardly. "All my pain's up here. Uh, if we're sharing troubles."

A beat, then a small wave of her hand. "I'm Susie."