bugging and fussing and meddling.

Your name is VRISKA SERKET.

You are a master of EXTREME ROLE PLAYING. You can't get enough of it, or really any game of high stakes and chance. You have persisted with the habit even in spite of your ACCIDENT. But then again, you don't have much choice.

You are something of an APOCALYPSE BUFF, which is something you can be on Alternia. You are fascinated by end of the world scenarios, and enjoy constructing DOOMSDAY DEVICES for the hell of it.

Your trolltag is arachnidsGrip and your st8ments tend to 8e just a little 8it overdramaaaaaaaatic.

What will you do?

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06 September 2017 @ 06:06 pm

[week five - wednesday]

[ The beach has become something of a familiar haunt for them. Honestly, Vriska had thought she'd be having these moments with Raven; her partner in crime, her steadfast support until Raven started making stupid mistakes that culminated in her disappearance. And then Bellamy was there instead; Bellamy with the same fire as Raven, the same pain haunting his eyes, made of harder edges and shorter sentences.

Vriska likes him. Truly, sincerely, honestly likes him. He is the only person left on the island she even remotely wants to spend time with. And even if that weren't the case, there are some things she ought to tell him.

So when she finds him watching the waves as sunset fades into twilight, Vriska will come up to join him at his side.

And, with no hesitation, she'll reach out to take one of her hands in his, weaving their fingers together. ]

It's all going to end this weekend, Bellamy. For better or worse, it'll be over.

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06 September 2017 @ 06:10 pm

[week five - wednesday]

[ There aren't many people left on the island that Vriska really wants to associate with. Not that she dislikes most of the remaining villagers; far from it. For better or for worse, the tiny group that remains has become something of a unit. People she's familiar with, people she'd by and large call her friends. But she doesn't really want to talk to any of them right now.

She's tired. She's done everything she can. Events are in motion that cannot be stopped, and now, all she can do is wait and watch.

Hiro, though, strikes her as not so bad to talk with. She's been keeping to herself since Sunday, scarce though visibly around unlike last week, not really wanting to be subjected to the presence of others. Hopeful, scared, bonded.

Bonds. What a joke, right?

But Hiro probably won't annoy her, so that's something.

Have Vriska dropping out of a tree wherever you're going, buddy. What is it with her and trees? ]

Hey, Hiro.

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