She's MAD. Well, not really...

[miss-sigint.livejournal.com]

[Donna is walking around the hallways. She looks highly frustrated.

She isn't really mad. Is just that, things don't seem to be getting anywhere, and she just HATES when that happens. She wants some progress and she wants it now.

Her father always told her that she should always persist on things. That's what she's trying to do, with no success.

But she won't let that put her down. She's kind of angry, but she sure as hell isn't going to sit down and cry over her failures from the past days.]



(( ooc: OK, another character that I need to bring back from the dead XD ))

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[injected-guilt.livejournal.com]

[A sudden pulse of pain wracks this Naomi, causing her to fall into a hall table. Her hand naturally goes to her syringe, hovering. The hesitation is clear, her eyes showing the war between herself and her life. Her sins should end here, before her lies can make them worse.

[No. I still have things I need to do.

[Before she can rethink this, the syringe is emptied into her system, giving herself more borrowed time. Naomi stands tall, clearing her throat, hoping yet knowing Vamp had seen this and knowing what it meant for the both of them.

[That is, before she noticed Vamp had disappeared and the decor around her changed. Her hands pulled the used syringe close to her chest as she looked around, eyes sharp and calculating despite her posture]