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Update!

ashenwhiteflower and losttothefire blogs now exist, though I’m still working on the layouts.

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Moving!

Hey guys, I’m back! And, in an attempt to make this time stick, I’ve made a dedicated tumblr account for SHRP purposes.

http://thundersflower.tumblr.com/ is the main blog. I’ll be making blogs for Angela and Claudia too, so stay tuned.

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O-oh...

Okay...

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I've been sleeping for a while now...

Did anything bad happen..?

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Oh.

Um, well, good luck? With the pill castle.

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Hey, Angie. I—

So I was feeling real shitty and I made cheese popcorn. ‘s constructive, babe.

You want some?

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Popcorn?

Oh, wow, thanks, Peter.

Um, are you feeling any better..?

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Never fuck with someone who cries when they’re mad. They’ll stab you 48 times and cry in your stab wounds.

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"'m alright. Tired, but..."

"D-do you need any help?"

"Angela?"

"Oh, here, I’m sorry, I’ll come outside…I’m doing well…keeping busy. The hospital isn’t going to clean itself! Haha…"

"How are you?"

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Cycle of abuse

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H-hello, Miss Lisa...

H-how are you?

"Is there anyone out here?"

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I can't-- I can't do anything, Peter. Every time I try, I just--

hic

A-are you okay? I'm sorry I ran away, I didn't want to, I really...

Angie, you—

Angie, babe, breathe. You’re here. Not with you daddy. Not with no one. I got you.

Nothing gonna touch you.

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I can't do anything right.

I can't help Peter. I can't fight the monsters.

Everything hurts...

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A breath catches in her throat. Every muscle tenses, bracing for a blow that will inevitably come.

"L-leave Peter alone..."

She tries to maintain eye contact. She really does. The floor catches her attention soon enough.

Well. This was unusual.

"̠͚̰̘̥̠̝̟̮A͈̠̖͉͚n̮̣̲̗̮̖̹͕d͙̭̱̣͓̘̘ ͕̼̮̪̟̻w̞͇͈ḥ̲̠̜̱o̰̻̖̗̳̣̺ ̭͙a̬̦̫̟r͔͉̠͇̳̝͕e̩͎̫̺ ̙͎̺͙y̭̪̱̬̻o̜̗̻̜̠͎u̯̣̫̪͍͈̳͓ ̝̬̳͉t̩̙̥o̲̞͇̣̥ ̰t͚̫̞̺̹̫͇͎h͚̼̙͚̤̮i̙̯̜̦̙ͅn͙͈͇ḳ͙̻ ̗̳̮̫̣͓̣ͅy̝͚̱̼̞̟̖ọu̖͇ ͎̫̘͇̟̗c͈̺̺͈̳a͙̗̘̣̯̖̝n̼̗ ̫̖o̗̮͙̦̬̩̙r͖͎̙d̖̥̼ͅe̯r͇̳͚͙̟ͅ ̼͔͇m̬̳̯͖e̘̝̼̞͔͚͓͙̙ ͖̺̳͍a̞̹̤͉̭r̻͚͔̙̲̰o̫͈̯͙̲u̳͚̥ṇ͕̪̘̗̩d̮̭͕̲͙̣̯,̠̮͉͇̰̟̞̻ ̩g͕̥̜̝͔̲̳̮i͓̠̻r͇̥̩͎̲l͚̪͔͖͖?̺͈̙̳̤̹̝̠"̩̯͉̪̖ͅ

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Thin fingers curl into his jacket, white and bony and shaking. There is no strength in her tug, save for the desperation that comes with fear. Dark eyes are wide and terrified, and her voice comes out as something that isn't quite a sob as she addresses the thing wearing Sein's skin.

"You need to go."

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