Hit an icy patch ( Read more... )

Butterflies in the aether.

Waves in the black.

Doesn't mean anything. Just electrical impulses.

...she's tired...

She's noticed a pattern: problems always slither. Metaphorically. Literally. Doesn't matter. Never hop, never skip, never roll. Always slither.

Headache...

( Private to Schuldig//Unhackable )

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

This makes entirely too much sense to her. Describes her life.

Euphemism for itself. Double-talk, triple-talk, hectuple-talk.

...

Focus.

( Private to Spike )

She should work. Attached like a remora to Spike... shouldn't take advantage. Even helped out on Serenity, when Simon did enough for the both of them.

Would anyone hire a broken doll? She'll work hard.

I... she...

It's fine now.

She just wasn't prepared.

( Private to Namine )

*burst of static. It peters out after a moment.*

-can't control it.

Ought to put a bullet to her, but they can't.

Too kind.

*Whining moan.*

Nothing no-one nowhere never forever...

...good-

*another burst of static, and the recording ends.*

(OOC: Crazy!River has another day or two left in her...)

Tyen-sah duh uh-muo... all of them.

Everything, everywhere, everyone, through her mind, in her mind, behind the looking glass, can't see them, but they're there... they're there...*From this point on, it sounds as though she's crying while ranting ( Read more... )

The rain stopped.

City looked better, painted orange and red. Pretty. Dynamic.

Static now. No movement.

Drowned in its own fear; lakes, oceans of terror.

Death.

[Filtered to everyone BUT Mal, since he said he didn't want to hear/read her saying this anymore]

Not permanent. Not meaningful.

Cheap.

It's raining...

She always like playing in the rain. Does anyone want to dance?