[ her anger had broken half of her writing utensils, seeing the lead snap or become blunt beneath her own fingers. despite possessing sharp claws she could easily use to sharpen it, she takes to searching through her own mirror's room before she finds something that can guarantee her message will get across. she opts for a marker and a very simple message, intended for allison as she takes to trying to locate the other's rooms to leave them messages on their respective real mirrorside. she stops her hand from shaking, unused to writing on a mirror's surface or even finding herself on the other side of the looking glass. ]
[ if her mirror's room is anything to go by, it's probably best she leave someone a warning. ]
[ she hates this event. everything about it. hates how it leaves her so on edge and hates how it makes her skin crawls. hates that she feels like she can't trust anyone, even the people she feels like she can always trust, because who knows if they're even them. it keeps her on edge and keeps her stressed and tense and she's not going to get any sleep until this is over.
so the message on the board, while it makes her chest tighten a little angrily why is this happening to us it doesn't take her long to get her marker and write back, right under it. ]
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( ɹoɹɹᴉɯ | 18th, late into the night ... )
[ if her mirror's room is anything to go by, it's probably best she leave someone a warning. ]
( ɹoɹɹᴉɯ | 18th, late into the night ... )
so the message on the board, while it makes her chest tighten a little angrily why is this happening to us it doesn't take her long to get her marker and write back, right under it. ]