suitcaseofnails: (just a bit upset)
voice on

KNIVES!


Get out of your silly little Sims games and bring me something to wear!

Please? I'm stuck at your brother's harem and it's disgusting!
suitcaseofnails: (can you see me)
I feel like I've been stuck in a bad hangover for the past several days. It feels so strange, like the world's going by and yet I can't do anything to stop it. To take a moment and start finding something that fits. I feel... like my skin's peeling off and my bones are itching and I so know that isn't something that was caused by someone else. Who am I? What am I? Don't people know this by my age?

Ah well, listen to me. Silly silly dreams. I shouldn't let them bother me. Especially when there's fun outside and I can't do a thing.

Sigh.


[ooc; for the uninformed, Elendira has been hit by the nightmare Cor and is just talking to talk. Just wait though. Once she gets over the sadness, she'll be throwing stuff at the occupants of the Ark]
suitcaseofnails: (nailing it)
You know, I really enjoy the extra ventilation but really. Darlings. Do you know how hard it is to get blood stains out of silk? And I won't even begin to talk about fine linen and cotton.

Sigh.

But seriously, this reminds me of a dear brute I know and ever so much cherish. Even if he's been a tad quiet lately.

Pft.

Call me if there's really something exciting to do besides paint toe nails, mm?
suitcaseofnails: (just kidding)
Honestly. You can stop whining now. I so think you've been eating too much sweet stuff lately. Really. Isn't that a poison to your kind?

Pft.

And in other news, I am so going to kill someone.