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hh_mirror2007-07-02 04:12 pm
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Closed RP: Head Stitchery
((Backdated to just after the attempted brain-stealage))
Susan was...messy. And Susan did not like being messy.
She was dazed enough that she hadn't even begun to process what had just happened to her--she hurt, and she was dizzy, and faded though she was, she was dribbling blood. And she was pissed.
She couldn't go to the hospital wing with this--she didn't want Stephen to know about it--but she knew someone who could and would deal with it under the table, as it were. She didn't actually know where Lily's office was, but, being Death's granddaughter, she'd inherited his ability to find someone no matter where they might be. Politeness dictated that she actually knock, rather than just walk through the door, so she did, and stood with her hand pressed against her forehead and an absolutely murderous look on her face.
Susan was...messy. And Susan did not like being messy.
She was dazed enough that she hadn't even begun to process what had just happened to her--she hurt, and she was dizzy, and faded though she was, she was dribbling blood. And she was pissed.
She couldn't go to the hospital wing with this--she didn't want Stephen to know about it--but she knew someone who could and would deal with it under the table, as it were. She didn't actually know where Lily's office was, but, being Death's granddaughter, she'd inherited his ability to find someone no matter where they might be. Politeness dictated that she actually knock, rather than just walk through the door, so she did, and stood with her hand pressed against her forehead and an absolutely murderous look on her face.