l3g1sl4t1ng: (off with their head)
[Backdated to December 23rd]
♎Afternoon: Action at 2235 Stevens Road

[You can hear the wonderful cackle of a certain legislacerator. She's dressed accordingly, after some trouble. She's wearing a lot of red and seems to be humming in a surprisingly cheerful mood.

It was actually quite eerie considering what she was doing.

Why was anyone actually letting her do this...? She's blind for gog's sake!

No matter. If you happen to walk by, you can notice an array of plushies on the front lawn. They come in all shades of red, brown, and yellows. But what is she doing? Why, she's hanging them from her Christmas lights. Each plushie is hanging as thought they were on trial and being hung. She giggles lightly. She can't admire her handiwork, but she is sure others could.]

Beautiful! Bautiful. Hang my little darlings! Show everyone what happens when one sins. I am sure this home is the most beautiful now. The most wonderful of houses.

♎Afternoon: Phone

Delightful isn't it? Everything is just delightful.

You know what needs to go? These fakes. Pretending to be close ones and trying to deceive us. But I cannot be deceived by them. My eyes do not see what hocus pocus others might see.

We should hang those fakes you know. Have them begone already. Why should we let them be when they are obviously planted to mess with us? [She says this gleefully.]

Hee~!
l3g1sl4t1ng: (...)
♎Morning: Action at 2235 Stevens Road

[That? That is the sounds of an angry shriek from a troll suddenly gone human and waking up in bed when she was pretty goddamn sure she was dead.

That loud thump? That is the sound of Redglare shoving whoever is in the bed with her onto the floor.] You foul, detestable creature. Where have you taken me and what have you done?! Everything is-is black! [What the heck? She can't smell anything. Everything is black to her. this can't be real.] Are you working with that spider scum?

Is this some trick? I am pretty sure that I should be dead! [GOOD MORNING SUNSHINE. THE SUN SMILES FOR YOU.]

♎Afternoon: Phone

I do not like these silly pink-skinned body forms. They are weak and insufficient. How does one get your hands on getting back your bearings? This is rather important as I can not function at full capacity without some certain skills.

What are those skills? How about none of your business?

I would like some insight on this place. Such as, how it can take one from the dead and easily bring it back and what its full capabilities are. I intend to do something about it, as so fit my role.

Is this communication device even working? These stupid contraptions... [Slams the phone and hangs up.]

♎Evening: Action in front of 2235 Stevens Road

[Redglare is sitting on the porch rather annoyed. She had spent most of the day running into things and nearly falling into everything. Being blind sucks and this is stupid.]

How dare a place strip me of what is rightfully mine.

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