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fissionmailed2010-12-02 07:35 am
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[Raven had been a little preoccupied lately, sitting in her room alone. She'd recently become ill; it was just a bad case of the flu, really. But it made Raven feel awful. The caws of the ravens in her head had been twice as loud, her nightmares more vivid and terrifying than ever. More than once, several things had been broken. The only problem was, the angrier she became the more her head hurt. She was supposed to be resting, but the fact that her anger prevented her from doing so merely made her angrier still; which in turn made her head hurt more, and so it went on. She had passed out a few times after exhausting herself screaming at the phantom ravens above her to stop making so much noise. They had just watched her... she was sure she was going to be eaten alive.]
[So a week or so later after recovering from this unnecessarily long illness, Raven is still feeling jittery and anxious. In her mind, she'd been this close to dying. Nobody had helped her when she called, but nobody could hear her. She realized now that she shouldn't have expected anyone to be there, the same way she should have expected that the ravens weren't going to quiet down for her.]
[She wanders through the hallways, still a little paler than usual but otherwise in good health again. If there was one thing she wanted right now, it was something to eat that wasn't toast. She would go on a bloody rampage if she had to see another fucking piece of toast.]
((I DIDN'T FORGET ABOUT HER I SWEAR. She's just been sick/her muse has been dead :< Refrain from being too loud and Raven will probably be too lethargic to get angry so quickly about anything else. Get too loud and she will blow your ass up. It's your call.))
[So a week or so later after recovering from this unnecessarily long illness, Raven is still feeling jittery and anxious. In her mind, she'd been this close to dying. Nobody had helped her when she called, but nobody could hear her. She realized now that she shouldn't have expected anyone to be there, the same way she should have expected that the ravens weren't going to quiet down for her.]
[She wanders through the hallways, still a little paler than usual but otherwise in good health again. If there was one thing she wanted right now, it was something to eat that wasn't toast. She would go on a bloody rampage if she had to see another fucking piece of toast.]
((I DIDN'T FORGET ABOUT HER I SWEAR. She's just been sick/her muse has been dead :< Refrain from being too loud and Raven will probably be too lethargic to get angry so quickly about anything else. Get too loud and she will blow your ass up. It's your call.))