Voice. (possible action outside of the wall) | un: ilikehorses

[shoplifter]

[It's been... a hell of a last two weeks for Laura. She had woken up with a chunk of memory inexplicably gone, uninjured as always, and yet — the faintest scent of blood under her scrubbed nails. She wasn't in a hospital, but some big room with heavy doors and Linda the social worker; her head was bandaged, her look one of bone-deep concern as she sits beside the girl.

Oh. The memory of her recapture sits heavy in her gut. The collar, the chair, the network recording, just before everything vanished from her mind. Linda runs a hand through her hair and explains things basically: Shiloh came, he took her, and he used something on her to control her. But it's fine now — all fine, his body was found, he can't do anything anymore.

Laura looks tiredly skeptical at the whole thing. She asks if she killed anybody. Linda dodges the question, which is answer enough. "We just... what he used might still be in effect, so we're making sure you're back to yourself." Linda knows her bad history with rooms like this. Maybe it's why it's so big and spacious.

But she stays, and days pass, and she's not sure what happens outside. She just knows people are dead, and she hasn't any clue who. There's something terrifying about not remembering if you took a life, even if such an act is too easy for someone like her.

When she's finally cleared to leave, there's a paranoia in her that maybe she isn't.

So she steers clear and packs a bag and runs away into the woods. But she at least leaves Linda little note this time, so she doesn't pull her hair out panicking. Out there where she can find comfort in isolation, she makes herself known on the network; she doesn't use text. It feels like an easy out.]

I do not remember... what happened. I know a man did something to make me hurt people, but...

[A pause, heavy and unsure how to proceed; but the guilt is there to carry her forward.]

I am sorry for any pain or suffering I caused.

I will be staying outside the wall for a little while, to make sure I am not a danger.

[She thought she'd maybe figure out something to say after that, but...

Her mouth just sort of freezes there.]

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[indigobird]

[It's a relief to be hearing from her. Hawke had considered messaging her, but A) she wondered if her phone was still broken and B) she wasn't sure if she had the means to reply. Yet despite the relief she feels, Laura's words do more to break her heart. She's not sure if it's for the better or not that Laura can't remember what happened. It'd drive her crazy, if she were in her shoes, but not having the memories haunt her might be better in the end.]

It wasn't your fault. [That much needs to be made clear firstly.] Will you be all right out there? It's a rather dangerous and lonely place for a girl to be for any period of time.

text ; @hagane (idk how he knows it's her but whatevs)

[jintetsu]

[... ah. So that's what happened to claw girl.

It takes Jintetsu a while to figure out whether he should say something. He probably shouldn't. She killed people, even if she doesn't remember it. She nearly killed him, though he's mostly on the mend. Better if he doesn't try to associate with her.

... And yet.]

you okay ?

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[11calls]

Laura, this is your home, you don't need to hide out there because someone else made you do something.

voice.

[gristle]

You can't just live out in the woods. That's fucked up.

[jolting]

[Something about this rings a familiar tune in his heart]

Listen, I don't really know what happened with you, but I had a friend who did terrible things. She hurt people, too. She didn't have control over it and it doesn't sound like you did, either.

But the people who knew and loved her understood. You do whatever you feel you have to, but I bet the people who know and love you will understand. I bet they don't see you as a danger.

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[tempredmental]

...

[Keith didn't speak right away. He'd been through this with Shiro already... and now here was someone else apologizing for something that, while pretty horrible, wasn't her fault. She'd been controlled into it.

After a bit, though, he did.]

Hey... you were forced. You didn't have control over what you did.

Are you okay?

voice: un: ragnarsdottir *backdated as hell*

[like_quicksilver]

Do you need anything?