Sometimes a little steam needs to get blown off. Fortunately, for these occasions, there's always Mastercard a little practice to do.

So Eliza has found herself in her usual spot - one of the greener areas of the Nexus, with trees and grass and all that fun stuff that some people think means it's a perfect place to get in touch with nature, or something - and in her sweatpants and hoodie and boots and gloves she's decided to get in touch with her nature.

... by punching trees.

Nobody ever said Eliza did things halfheartedly.

It hurts less than she expected, but that might just be the gloves.

A message for the General, sent Saturday morning at ohgodwhythefuckamiupthislate o'clock:

the other General, the scary shadowy one, is looking for you. He wants to find you.

Says he's trying to save you. I don't think I believe him. I tried to keep him distracted for a while but I don't think I was good enough.

Keep an eye out. He's looking for Fish now because I said something stupid.

Njoki is working with him.

-Eliza

The name tag is unnecessary; the sender is obvious.

Bitch bitch bitch bitch RAWR. Eliza is ... profoundly pissy as she stalks off away from the main question area, for particularly alarming reasons. Not that this is surprising, given that she did just encounter a vampire asking if people preferred to get sucked or get killed, but the urge to possibly eviscerate something that will scream when she does it is strong.

She is fighting that urge. Very, very strenuously.

She lets out a hiss, and slows to a stop so she can collect her thoughts for a moment.

You may have helped save me but I don't want it anymore.

i can't come back. I'm where I want to be. As free as I want to be.

What can you do? Nothing. So stop trying.

She knows he won't.

In her muffled heart, that's what she's counting on, even if she doesn't know it.

Someone will save her from herself. Someone has to. Because she's forgotten how.

All she remembers is skin and heart and blood and Elsa.

And running. She's good at running.

Nexus Sanctuary, 10/19/07: ( I do not have fangs on my cock, I just checked like three seconds ago. )

Nexus Sanctuary, 11/01/07: ( I don't know how you can tolerate a nutcase like Tom Cruise, even if he *does* like living in the closet. )

Nexus Yard, 11/14/07: ( If you brought anything vegetarian, I will eat your soul. )

Nexus Sanctuary, 11/21/07: ( Excuse me, can't we talk about our cunts in private? )

Catacombs of Clockwise Town, 11/29/07: ( ...such a good girl. )

Nexus Sanctuary, 11/30/07: ( ...Holy shit forget my boyparts. )

1. castitas: ( our careful mother of all ills )
2. frenum: ( little heart beats so fast )
3. liberalitas: ( the ghost lurking in the doorway )
4. industria: canaries and cradles
5. patientia: ( truth burns inside her veins )
6. humanitas: even this broken root
7. humilitas: light feather stepper

( 003. Five Movies )

( 009. Five Senses )


HOMONYMS

( prophet/profit )
( sore/soar )
( son/sun )
( slight/sleight )
( heart/hart )

( 010. Two Hands )

1. gula: ( cold sores and broken stones )
2. luxuria: ( through the gate of ivory )
3. ira: ( a catalogue of bones )
4. avaritia: ( whisper, whisper, tell it to me sweet )
5. acedia: ( beneath the citibank lights )
6. superbia: ( crest and crescent )
7. invidia: close your heart - and hold

I'm not going to pretend these are rules set down to be "edgy" or "different"; these are rules made up entirely because they let me tell the stories I want to tell while avoiding the stories I don't want to tell.

( Vampires, Blood Spirits, Harkers, and how they tick. )