The Character Break Room

Marley
"In one plot line, yes. In the other, I'm slowly being electrocuted" I said, my voice almost too soft to hear as I curled up even more "And yes, T Mor, Mr Face"

" I...That's...That's horrible...I'm actually on my way to that scene..." T.Mor shuddered at the thought.

"I'm dead in one. Are you okay? Do you need me to fix some of it?" Ezra asked.

"Ezra? Got anymore.of that....whatever it is?" asked Andrew, leaning over Marley
She looked horible.

"Yeah," Ezra threw him a vial, "it should help."

Oops, forgot about the tongue thing. Let's just say she sent that last post
Marley
My eyes turned a deep violet as I sent my words directly to the minds of the characters there. But only to Andrew, Ezra, and T Mor. 'Why don't you join the party? If you can make it there in time, that is. I have less than twenty minutes to live'

"Aw, Marley. I'm sorry. You're author will bring ya back." said Andrew, he held up the vial. "This will help, do you mind if I...you know?" He asked, making a tipping motion.

Marley
'I think I rather just stay dead' I sent back, closing my eyes 'if it weren't for Nate, that is... and now he's...' I couldn't finish that sentience. I opened my eyes again, looking at Andrew 'What is that?'

"I'm already en route actually..." T.Mor muttered glumly.

"I dunno....ask Ezra." He replied.

"It will take away some of the pain and heal up some wounds." Ezra explained.

Marley
I shrugged with my good shoulder, actually pretty much past caring. Then I looked up at Ezra 'It won't do me much good in the real chat though' I pointed out 'But... sure. Thanks'

Andrew poured the liquid into her mouth. "Can you swallow?" Andrew asked concerned, he felt bad for her. Dying wasn't fun.

"Just...Tilt her head straight back...With no toungue...It's hard to swallow..." T.Mor suggested. He'd had experience doing this to people.

Marley
I tilted my head back, trying not to get any down my windpipe. I coughed a few times, but finally managed to get it down

Andrew tilted her head back gently, he hoped he wasn't hurting her. "How do you feel?"

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endellion wrote:Marley
I limped into the room, my injuries still prominent, but hurting much less. Not to say they weren't still exceedingly painful, but not as bad. My arm was still stripped of skin and unmovable, my foot was grated and cut, my tongue was gone, there was a hole in my spine, and a large bullet wound was right in the middle of my chest. Nothing was bleeding though, which was nice. My eyes were glazed and distant as I sat down in the middle of the couch, instantly curling up into a small ball, almost not seeing anybody else there. All I could think of is Nate, going to be killed by Jake in DDS next. It was all my fault.

Er, all injuries are healed in the Break Room. They're just sore. I made that clear several pages ago...))

Peter
I walked in, feeling somewhat braindead, and sat on one of the couches. I shook my head quickly, but that didn't relieve the foreboding. The dread.
"Did I hear something about being slowly electrocuted to death?" I asked quietly. "I've been there."

Yea, I remember that, sorry. They were basically healed, not bleeding or anything. And let's say they're healed now, sorry

Marley
"A lot better" I murmured to Andrew, able to use my tongue now because of my death. Then I looked over at Peter "Hm, we should form a club" I said sarcastically, with a fleeting smile

Peter
"Heh...right..." I barely even managed a fleeting smile, and my laugh was humorless. I could imagine that I was pretty darn pale, too. "I was Mr. Face's first victim, really," I said with a slight shudder. "When I saw what happened to you and Cricket, I considered myself lucky. I'd gotten off easy. But now..."

Marley
I started shaking a little at the memories, and I nodded "It was... horrible"

"If there's anything I can do, let me know...okay?" Andrew said to both Peter and Marley.

"I'm sorry, Peter and Marley." said Ezra, looking up.

"Me too."

Peter
"What really sucked was that I was so close to not dying..." I said, my voice still quiet. "I mean, just a few more seconds... But gods, it was painful... Anyway, I'd thought that that would be the last time I'd have to deal with Mr. Face...though it turns out I was sorely mistaken." I felt my shoulders shake a little.

"You never know how alive you truly are until you stare death in the face," said Andrew.

Marley
"That's how it was with Crooks... I almost... almost escaped" I whispered "Then he shot me"

Andrew cringed, "No more. Please. Let's not relive it."

Peter
"At least you got shot in your other death there," I said. "My other death there was..." I shuddered again. "She manipulated me into giving her my own knife...then she drove the knife right through both my knees so I couldn't run away. Among other things, she stabbed me in the lungs, twisted the knife all around, broke some ribs...at least, I'm pretty sure she did... She jammed it into my shoulder and dragged it through my chest, stabbed me in the heart...but instead of letting me die from that, she sliced my throat open...though now that I'm looking back on it, I'm not sure who was worse...her or Mr. Face. Mr. Face's treatment was certainly a lot longer..."

Andrew looked pained, "I'm sorry you had to go through that. I wouldn't wish it on anyone."

T.Mor didn't know how people found it so easy to discuss all this. He was immensely sympathetic...He knew more about Mr.Face really than any of them, and he just wanted to extend some kind of...kind word or something or...He didn't even know. He had no words. He knew it was bad...He'd dealt damage like that to people. Willingly. Well...He'd been paid. But...That was not a validating factor. He was not exempt from guilt just because he was doing what it took to stay alive.

"Uhm." He ended up saying.