The One Eyed Bandit
rotworm
Passeri Park
SCENE:
Overcast, In Saline
TIME:
Post-Arc 3, July 7th [Morning]
LOCATION:
Clemency Private Hospital, Central District
PARTICIPANTS:
Passeri, Eric, Dagger, Kiwi, Dante, Pei
Overcast, In Saline
"I, um..." While her eyes brightened as Kiwi stepped into the room, it did little to improve Passeri's pallid countenance. Her breath was still shaky, straining to keep the trembling from returning to her voice.
"Sorry... Hi, Kiwi." A smile slipped back over her features like an old, sweaty glove. "I'm doing alright. Just a bit... Tense. Hospital air really gets to after a while, doesn't it?"
Tense. She supposed it wasn't a total lie, but she was feeling much worse than just tense. Kiwi's question only made things worse.
"Sorry?" Surprise flitted across her eyes. She'd prepared so much for questioning but her prior interaction had blown all of that out of her head. Not to mention that this was hardly the face that she'd been expecting to be asking them.
"Er..." Her words fumbled about in her mouth. The lies she'd prepared suddenly felt distant, and she could feel the sickly tang of the truth on her tongue. It was tempting. More tempting than it had been or would be for the rest of the day.
But she bit it back.
Of course she did.
"I think... I think he was a fan?" Every cloud had a silver lining, even one in the shape of being assaulted alone and within an inch of her life. In this case that silver lining was the fact that there had been no witnesses. The truth could be whatever she wanted it to be.
"It was hard to really... Get a read, you know? He just kept going on and on about how I'd betrayed him." Even when stuffing his mouth with lies, Passeri still found herself recalling his voice. The shrill spite that had filled it. The pure, manic glee.
"Somehow. I don't know... He wasn't making any sense." Fear, genuine and raw, tinged the edges of her voice. "Sorry, it's know it's not much. Everything was kind of a blur. It's hard to remember."
It wasn't, but knowing Kiwi, if she fed her more than a few crumbs she'd be able to put the puzzle together without issue... And she needed there to be issues.
"Thanks for stopping by, by the way." She shuffled the subject along. The less they discussed the attack, the better. "I wasn't really expecting anyone from... Well... You know. Have you been doing alright? We haven't caught up since that thing with your uncle. Catch me up, why don't you?"
"Sorry... Hi, Kiwi." A smile slipped back over her features like an old, sweaty glove. "I'm doing alright. Just a bit... Tense. Hospital air really gets to after a while, doesn't it?"
Tense. She supposed it wasn't a total lie, but she was feeling much worse than just tense. Kiwi's question only made things worse.
"Sorry?" Surprise flitted across her eyes. She'd prepared so much for questioning but her prior interaction had blown all of that out of her head. Not to mention that this was hardly the face that she'd been expecting to be asking them.
"Er..." Her words fumbled about in her mouth. The lies she'd prepared suddenly felt distant, and she could feel the sickly tang of the truth on her tongue. It was tempting. More tempting than it had been or would be for the rest of the day.
But she bit it back.
Of course she did.
"I think... I think he was a fan?" Every cloud had a silver lining, even one in the shape of being assaulted alone and within an inch of her life. In this case that silver lining was the fact that there had been no witnesses. The truth could be whatever she wanted it to be.
"It was hard to really... Get a read, you know? He just kept going on and on about how I'd betrayed him." Even when stuffing his mouth with lies, Passeri still found herself recalling his voice. The shrill spite that had filled it. The pure, manic glee.
"Somehow. I don't know... He wasn't making any sense." Fear, genuine and raw, tinged the edges of her voice. "Sorry, it's know it's not much. Everything was kind of a blur. It's hard to remember."
It wasn't, but knowing Kiwi, if she fed her more than a few crumbs she'd be able to put the puzzle together without issue... And she needed there to be issues.
"Thanks for stopping by, by the way." She shuffled the subject along. The less they discussed the attack, the better. "I wasn't really expecting anyone from... Well... You know. Have you been doing alright? We haven't caught up since that thing with your uncle. Catch me up, why don't you?"
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