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𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 ([personal profile] oomfies) wrote in [community profile] middaeg 2020-05-14 01:31 am (UTC)

lottie person | snotgirl | vampire

AN UNUSUAL ARRIVAL
    [ When she's spit out, from her brightly lit hotel bathroom (mid-breakdown, and in a few seconds - full breakdown), she's submerged in pitch black darkness. Lands hard onto the ground, just barely missing her face catching the fall when her shoulder rams into the wood flooring. In the seconds it takes for her to rule out she's not having a hallucination from her medicine, she starts to cry. Fumbles around on the ground for something, anything, to help her escape.

    It's when her nose starts dribbling snot, feels tears blur her sight and starts to shake violently, does she have purchase on.. Fabric? Velvet? After a second of investigation she finds out something amazing - they're curtains. ]


    Help, [ They're swung open, finally bringing in some natural light from the streetlights, revealing that every damn store - at least, she thinks they're stores - are closed. Hardly anyone on the street save for you. With hands desperately knocking on the glass (barely noticing the growing spider web of cracks every time her fists meet the window), she calls out, ] help, please! I-I think I'm locked in!

THE GOBLIN MARKET
    [ Whoever spilled these beans, she hates you, so much. And, to no one's surprise, it's her. She spilled the coffee beans. And she's been counting them for the past couple minutes, insisting that you wait because this was her idea. Lottie is sorely regretting being a nice host, but it's a good way to shield the tears of frustration budding from being seen. But hey, at least the drinks are already made? ]

    Sorry, I just.. I-I don't know why I can't stop.

    [ Which is a lie - she's already run into some kids who weren't very nice to the age old rule that vampires have to pick up anything that falls in front of them or something. It's the worst, and it's probably made her coffee lukewarm by now. Ugh. Lottie chances a glance up at the crowd roaming through the market, at the shade that ends just a couple inches from where she reaches out to clean up her mess. And then, looks back to you, sitting pretty at the table next to where she bought her 'illegal beans' from. ]

    But I need like. Five more. Is that okay?

A WILDE HUNT
    [ Being out in the woods with all those other weirdos doesn't do it for Lottie - despite going through bodily changes that are just as horrific as they are terrible, she still thinks herself somehow better than everyone else. That she doesn't need to go savage out in the woods, or something, like a dog!

    So instead, she enlists your help. It doesn't matter how she coerced you to join her - either through dumb luck, your generosity, or a flyer, of all things (more than likely her incessant cries of, 'I'm confused, I'm always cold! My teeth fucking hurt. I look like a freak. And I'm scared.'). But she's here, sitting alongside you in your home, wherever it is you may live, in the middle of the night. Lottie is too awake, mind running a million miles per hour, to try and pretend she's not freaking out. ]


    Is it always this bad? [ So she voices it, the forced inflection of normal, pure nonchalance, as she clutches at the blanket around her frame tighter. Lifts her gaze up towards the moon, ] I feel like I'm dying.


WILDCARD
[ or throw something else at me! if you want to hash something out specifically feel free to PM this account or PP me over at [plurk.com profile] snottie! ]

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