eight :: journal/death match

[i_got_this]

So hey, hey castle! Listen up --

[She'd noticed something ... odd ... throughout the day, and felt it was time to put it to the test.]

[And also she wanted to know if she was the only one affected.]

[She's parked at the Death Match, ready for a party either way.]

I know there are a fair bit of you from various ... versions of America, so let me ask you this;

what states are all of you from? Family, friends, what states do you like or not like? [How many reasons can she throw in here for people to list states, hm ...]


Come on, get creative. State facts! Hit me!

Freelancer Filter

[She's smirking, can you tell?] So how are you all doing?


[[ooc: CAST LOSS start!]]

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Ms. Stick Up Her Butt

[i_got_this]

[Shot!]

[And, she goes quiet, because fuck it Carolina she does care. She cares, and she hurts that she cares, and it'd be easier if she could just forget he existed.]

So -- so what. [She can't seem to dredge up any better argument, and drunk as she is she's trying to sniff back tears.]

[Okay, she's taking another shot, this time on her own accord, because fuck this shit she wants to pass out now.]

this person

[youfallback]

Think about it South. You care what he thinks. He'll always put you first in his life. Do you think he'd want to see you acting like this?

unfiltered -- she forgot

[i_got_this]

[Shot!]

[She makes a noise of frustration and knocks her forehead against the bar, trying harder to hold the emotion in.]

What does it even matter.

this person

[youfallback]

[/sob South.]

It matters because you care. That's the only reason it should matter. [Carolina's voice grows a little softer, a bit rougher with emotion.]

unfiltered

[i_got_this]

[And now we've come to the drunken sobbing portion of the evening]

[South makes another growl of frustration, pauses and then chokes out a sob. At this point she was too drunk to hold it in and too drunk to care that Carolina was on the other side of the journal. She drags her arms over the counter to cradle her head and breaks completely, at least then it was slightly muffled.]

also unfiltered because alcohol

[youfallback]

[Carolina pauses for a long while, just listening to South. It really does hurt that there are such unresolved issues in all of them really, but South especially. And she just can't fix all of them, for differing reasons.]

Where are you right now?

what am filters, again?

[i_got_this]

[South finally quiets for a moment, and sniffs back as she wipes her eyes. Man she was totally bummed right now.]

Bar. [Because anything more specific was going to require thinking, which she just didn't want to do.]

things you put in your drink obviously

[youfallback]

[Carolina starts heading toward her door as the alcohol starts to hit her, feeling ridiculously stupid for fumbling with the door handle.]

Stay there, I'll be there... [There's the sound of her fiddling with the door. And again.

And again.]

apparently XD

[i_got_this]

[South listens to that for a few moments, resting her head against her arms and sniffing periodically.]

Turn, then push.

[Said with the instinct of someone who's learned from copious amounts of experience having drunken difficulties with doors.]

[youfallback]

[Yeah, Carolina tries to do that and she somehow fails, which doesn't stop her from doing so again and again. And then finally it's open.]

Five minutes.

[i_got_this]

[This somehow strikes South as incredibly funny, and for all that she was sobbing two seconds earlier she burst out laughing at that. If anything it did at least poke her mood up for a moment or two.]