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primogen_vampirateWHO Mina Barrett and OPEN
WHAT Mina attempts to burn out
WHERE The docks
WHEN Day 26, night
NOTES None
WARNINGS Probably language (she does swear like a sailor); also a sparklepire
Mina could learn to live with not being a doctor. She could even learn to live with having no respect or authority. But after over a month of this nonsense, she would be damned if she was going to live the rest of her unlife with the sparkling. Her moods had always been vivid and mercurial enough without the cosmetic assistance, thank you very much. She was sick and tired of the constant reminder of the mistakes that had been made in Chicago and, while she had no proof that it would work, she finally decided to try burning it all off.
Certainly, she had enough anger.
So, well into the night, after waking and brooding over the predicament for a few hours, Mina dressed in a long, white button-down shirt and walked, barefoot, out to the docks. She moved to the extreme end of the remotest of piers (not that there were so many to choose from) and stared out at the inky black water.
It wasn't hard at all. She held her arms out to either side (the irony of the posture was not lost on her), leaned her head back, and let all the rage and anger and frustration that had been building since she returned to Chicago rise to the surface. Her skin started to shimmer and shine like sunlight on the snow. And the more she let her anger loose, the brighter she sparkled. She wanted to get hot, she wanted to utterly burn out this fae infection. And even if she had no indication or reason to believe that it would work, a part of her had to admit that it felt good to try.
WHAT Mina attempts to burn out
WHERE The docks
WHEN Day 26, night
NOTES None
WARNINGS Probably language (she does swear like a sailor); also a sparklepire
Mina could learn to live with not being a doctor. She could even learn to live with having no respect or authority. But after over a month of this nonsense, she would be damned if she was going to live the rest of her unlife with the sparkling. Her moods had always been vivid and mercurial enough without the cosmetic assistance, thank you very much. She was sick and tired of the constant reminder of the mistakes that had been made in Chicago and, while she had no proof that it would work, she finally decided to try burning it all off.
Certainly, she had enough anger.
So, well into the night, after waking and brooding over the predicament for a few hours, Mina dressed in a long, white button-down shirt and walked, barefoot, out to the docks. She moved to the extreme end of the remotest of piers (not that there were so many to choose from) and stared out at the inky black water.
It wasn't hard at all. She held her arms out to either side (the irony of the posture was not lost on her), leaned her head back, and let all the rage and anger and frustration that had been building since she returned to Chicago rise to the surface. Her skin started to shimmer and shine like sunlight on the snow. And the more she let her anger loose, the brighter she sparkled. She wanted to get hot, she wanted to utterly burn out this fae infection. And even if she had no indication or reason to believe that it would work, a part of her had to admit that it felt good to try.