giving you what you want

[carneouspuella]

[ WHO ]: Visi and YOU!
[ WHERE ]: The apartments - your choice of your own, an empty one you were exploring, or the hallways!
[ WHEN ]: 3AM on April 6th
[ OPEN/CLOSED? ]: OPEN!
[ RATING ]: PG for now. Will change if anything happens.
[ WARNINGS ]: DEATH, posthumous dismemberment, gore, uncomfortable descriptions of Fleshchildren.
[ NOTES ]: IF YOU ARE PLAYING A HUMAN FEMALE AND TAG THIS!! Please specify if you want Visi to see you as inhuman or not! She will attempt to kill and take bodyparts otherwise!


[Her head is lying back in her own apartment, the long black locks slowly turning to gold. There is no safe place to contain it right now, and she can only hope it will be all right for her getting back to it.]

[Her entire body is flesh, now. She is not wearing her shift. The only thing she has with her is her butcher's knife, held securely in the flesh at the end of her arm. She hasn't quite got the hang of hands just yet, but she's getting close.]

[Up and down the corridors she goes, her feet making little sticking sounds as she walks. Every so often, she'll stop, listen, and then collapse into a puddle and attempt to slither under the door of an apartment.]

[Maybe you've just seen her do this. Or maybe you'll wake up to find her staring down at you while you sleep.]

[Who knows.]

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[sank]

[ The knife is aimed true, plunging into Saki's back cleanly. Her face twists as she stumbles and falls, a pale touch lending itself to her skin almost immediately as blood flows freely. She wants to cry out, managing only a croaking rasp. The blood itches, it burns, her shirt feels so much heavier on her back than it did a moment ago.

She scrabbles to grip the carpet in her trembling fists and manages to drag herself a few inches further across the floor. ]

[carneouspuella]

[She pulls the knife from her back with wicked, cold efficiency. Her flesh splays over Saki's shoulders, nudges away the hair from the back of her neck, and then she drives the knife up into the base of her skull.

She holds it there for another moment, and then pulls it out with a wet crunch.]

Ah... [She isn't sorry. Not in the slightest. She looks down at her body again, then strokes her arms.]

Such

lovely

flesh.