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[After the first night of intense, violent nightmares, Tiffany appears on the network looking alert and wild-eyed. She hasn't gotten much rest, but she's running on adrenalin, so it's not showing just yet.]

Something ain't right here.

I know-- I know y'all like to talk about death a lot. All the inmates are dead, and we died before we came here, and it's because we are vile sinners that we were brought to the Barge instead of ascending to heaven.

[Absolutely no one she's talked to has used the term "vile sinners"; she's adding that bit in on her own.]

And I didn't believe it then, but now-- I understand now; I do. I do. I'm dead and she killed me. She beat me and killed me; knocked out my teeth and probably snapped my neck. I get it, okay? Library girl, pool guy, and Mason were right! And I was wrong. I understand and accept it. I'm ready. So you can stop; I don't need to see anymore. Don't leave me to rot in purgatory. Please--

[Her voice raises suddenly, to a near-shout.]

-- please, please let me in!

[She takes a long, shaky breath, and when she speaks again her voice is quieter.]

Please.

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[There is definitely something up with Tiffany.

On the first day, it starts small(ish), with her post to the network. She comes out of her room less often than usual, and doesn't show up for meals (not even lunch with Merlin). By day two, she won't be answering calls or texts with anything but apocalyptic Bible verses. By day three, Bibles will start disappearing from the chapel, and shaky, jagged crosses will appear on her cabin door, carved into the wood. Days four and five are going to get ugly, but it'll be mostly internal, because that's when she'll shut down completely: she won't leave her room or look at her phone, she won't eat, she won't even get out of bed. Every sleeping moment will be plagued by gory, horrific nightmares, and every waking moment will be fraught with confusion, grief, and feelings of betrayal. She'll be traumatized, sleep-deprived, and convinced that she's lost the favor of God...

... But she'll be too bone-tired to fight back anymore.]

[OOC: Permissions post for this character!]

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Gwenny? Gwen's an angel. She's never done anything to make me think otherwise. Poor lil thing..

Poor? Did something bad happen to her?

...I don't like saying it out loud. An' I don't think she's told anyone, I only guessed at it.

Sorry, darling.

Nah, it's okay. And I won't ask her, neither.

[She slumps against the side of the bed a little more, closing her eyes for a second.]

Thanks for coming over. It's real nice of you.

Thanks, Tiff. 'Preciate it.

[He grins bashfully, looking at the floor with his arms crossed]

S'not every day a woman invites me into her room.

[She can't help but grin a little, too.]

Well yeah, I know; you already said that. What's the matter, you hoping for something?

I did, didn't I?

Well, not anything you weren't willing to give, 'course. We've only just met.

Yeah, and what if I was willing to give?

[Just going to very obviously hit on him rn. Sorry Mason, she's been in a women's only prison for the past couple years and she thinks you're pretty cool.]

[Mason blinks a bit in surprise, not used to such blatant girl attention. Usually he has to wheedle and cajole anyone into spending time with him]

Weell, I, uhm.

[Articulate is he]

[She chuckles a little, shaking her head.]

Hey, don't worry. I ain't like... an assaulter or anything like that. I do not kiss people against their will.

...You want to kiss me?

[Forever slow on the uptake is Mason]

[She shrugs.]

I would, sure. Why not? But hey-- don't, like, freak out on me. I only said that 'cause I thought you was hitting on me a little bit.

Edited 2015-01-30 15:33 (UTC)

Hitting on you?

Oh.

Ohh, you mean. Flirting.

Hate that term, hitting on someone. S'violent.

Okay. Flirting. Kinda sounded like you were, is all.

[She scratches her neck, awkward.]

What I'm saying is, I didn't invite you here just 'cause I wanted to jump you, so don't worry about that. You seem like a happy person, is all.

[Happy people are good right now.]

I am happy. I'm much happier here than I was where I was.

[He gives a slight grin, ducking his head down]

So what if I was? Flirting, I mean?

Ah-ah, that ain't fair. You got to say whether you were or not, so I won't do something I ain't supposed to and make you not want to be my friend.

I don't think I'd not want to be your friend, Tiff.

But. Yeeeah, maybe. A bit.

Well, then.

[And she leans in and kisses him briefly on the lips, because she does kind of want to. It's been a long time since she's even had access to a guy her age who wasn't a prison guard, and Mason isn't all that dissimilar from the ones she's usually attracted to.]

There.

[He blinks, giving a surprised look back. No girl's ever really wanted to kiss him in recent memory]

That was....good.

Heh.

That felt really nice.

Yeah.

[She leans her head back against the bed.]

Been a long time since I kissed anyone. You don't get a lot of chances in women's prison unless you're into girls.

Yeah. Yeah, same here. You don't meet loads of girls on my job. Unless they're, y'know. Dead.

[Dead. Like she is; like they all are. That's going to take a while to stop bugging her, if it ever does at all.]

Well, you can kiss me when you want; I don't mind it at all.

[He gives a bit of a nod, then looks slyly back]

..Think I'd like to kiss you now. If that's all right.

Yeah. Yeah, of course it's all right.

[Let's be makeout buddies, Mason.]

[Makeout buddies sounds great to Mason. He leans in and gives Tiffany his own kiss, a bit hesitant and awkward. It's been a very long time]

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