[The frilly goth girl makes it at least a good three yards before her legs give out, or the stores of her adrenaline deplete, and she flops onto her knees, breathing hard. God, that was a mistake and she covers her mouth to halt the sickness rising up in her throat. Ugh, the last thing she needs is to be sick here--!
Though it doesn't help she can still hear the voices from inside the theater, until the door swings shut, crying out names and begs for more. Mingled therein, of course, is her own. and Peron grinds her teeth together before her hands move to cover her ears.] Shut up!! Shut up, shut up, shut up!
I...
Though it doesn't help she can still hear the voices from inside the theater, until the door swings shut, crying out names and begs for more. Mingled therein, of course, is her own. and Peron grinds her teeth together before her hands move to cover her ears.] Shut up!! Shut up, shut up, shut up!