The phrase had been the first to enter her mind when she heard her name. Either that or it would have been ‘hi’ because her mind couldn’t quite come up with anything else. Filled with fog, hard to navigate but at least not buzzing loudly as if white noise were trying to emit from her brain. That could either be a step up, or down, depending on how you viewed it. Right now she preferred the fog, not quite numb but… Quiet. Perhaps her head was tired and couldn’t keep up with the demand of thoughts that had ran rampant through it.
Valerie actually paused to look at her arm, as if only really seeing the red stain as it seeped further along the fabric. Absently she brushed her palm against shirt, then her pants, to rid it of the liquid the way a child would smear paint or sauce. Without thought or care. The clothes were ruined anyway.
“It’s not very deep. Thought it would draw them out faster.” Valerie’s gaze turned back to the night briefly, then returned to the car. The Watcher now out of it, it took her a second to see that, then she found her again. “Guess nobody’s around.”
Compulsive honesty. When would she learn that lesson. Obviously not today. For all of her brains she could be quite dim at times. “One a few hours ago. Three about…” She raised her right arm to look at her wrist, no watch, just a ruined cuff and a mark where it belonged and let out a breath. “I don’t know, an hour or a half. I’m not sure.”
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on 2013-12-28 05:32 am (UTC)The phrase had been the first to enter her mind when she heard her name. Either that or it would have been ‘hi’ because her mind couldn’t quite come up with anything else. Filled with fog, hard to navigate but at least not buzzing loudly as if white noise were trying to emit from her brain. That could either be a step up, or down, depending on how you viewed it. Right now she preferred the fog, not quite numb but… Quiet. Perhaps her head was tired and couldn’t keep up with the demand of thoughts that had ran rampant through it.
Valerie actually paused to look at her arm, as if only really seeing the red stain as it seeped further along the fabric. Absently she brushed her palm against shirt, then her pants, to rid it of the liquid the way a child would smear paint or sauce. Without thought or care. The clothes were ruined anyway.
“It’s not very deep. Thought it would draw them out faster.” Valerie’s gaze turned back to the night briefly, then returned to the car. The Watcher now out of it, it took her a second to see that, then she found her again. “Guess nobody’s around.”
Compulsive honesty. When would she learn that lesson. Obviously not today. For all of her brains she could be quite dim at times. “One a few hours ago. Three about…” She raised her right arm to look at her wrist, no watch, just a ruined cuff and a mark where it belonged and let out a breath. “I don’t know, an hour or a half. I’m not sure.”