Poor Unfortunate Soul (Maston)
Sept 3, 2010 19:00:40 GMT -5
Post by Gorim on Sept 3, 2010 19:00:40 GMT -5
Andromeda Gracchus
Andromeda walks, quick but unhurried, towards the torture room. Is it wrong that her assigned torture sessions are her favorite parts of the day? Yes? No? Maybe?
It's still fun, so there's a veritable skip to her step as she walks into the torture cell, the young man already inside.
"So," she said, her voice far too cheerful. "Let's see... Please state your name, crime, and home district." She smiles at the young man, her grin wide and a bit eerie. She is not an easy person to be around.
Particularly on days like this.
Days where she hasn't been given a traitor to torture for awhile.
Days where it's been several weeks since her last hallucination, and she harbors the false hope that that means the ghost of her mother is gone.
The young man sits in a room with a mad woman. And she's fairly certain he knows it.
Andromeda walks, quick but unhurried, towards the torture room. Is it wrong that her assigned torture sessions are her favorite parts of the day? Yes? No? Maybe?
It's still fun, so there's a veritable skip to her step as she walks into the torture cell, the young man already inside.
"So," she said, her voice far too cheerful. "Let's see... Please state your name, crime, and home district." She smiles at the young man, her grin wide and a bit eerie. She is not an easy person to be around.
Particularly on days like this.
Days where she hasn't been given a traitor to torture for awhile.
Days where it's been several weeks since her last hallucination, and she harbors the false hope that that means the ghost of her mother is gone.
The young man sits in a room with a mad woman. And she's fairly certain he knows it.
