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Post by Seaspinner/Susannah Webber on Mar 12, 2012 20:17:54 GMT -5
Susannah stares at the blood on Petunia's finger, too. Her nostrils flare slightly, as if trying to smell it, though of course she can't at this distance, and she feels something savage and hungry uncoiling in her chest. Something with fangs and razor sharp teeth that wants to rip and tear and-
She jolts when Petunia speaks, feeling a little lightheaded. "Was that-" Suddenly she comes back to her senses and gasps. "Oh my goodness, my dear, why would you do that, oh my, let me get you a band-aid!"
In a flurry, Susannah rushes to her desk and begins rifling through one of the drawers.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 12, 2012 20:28:12 GMT -5
The blood ceases to well up almost as soon as it starts. Petunia licks the blood away, revealing unmarked skin. Blood tastes strange, almost nauseating, but also very familiar. Her throat locks, and muscles shift to force the blood up - she's drowning -
With an effort, Petunia swallows. "I wanted to confirm if that was pain," she says, an edge of hysteria whispering at the back of her voice. "Was what I felt just then pain? Is that what it is?"
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Post by Seaspinner/Susannah Webber on Mar 12, 2012 20:47:22 GMT -5
Susannah turns around, clutching a bright green band-aid with cartoon froggies on it, only to find that... Petunia's hand is perfectly fine?
"I... well..." She blinks in confusion, then frowns sternly. "Well of course it's pain! It hurts when you hurt yourself like that!" She quickly looks ashamed of herself. "Oh dear, I don't mean to shout, you just gave me a terrible start, pricking yourself like that. Are you alright?"
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 15, 2012 8:30:14 GMT -5
It doesn't phase Petunia that there's no mark. It was just a pin-jab, after all. That sort of thing ought to clot quickly, she thinks.
"I don't think I've ever done that before," she says thoughtfully.
What, she's never felt pain before? Or she's never stabbed herself before?
Probably the latter.
Probably.
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Post by Seaspinner/Susannah Webber on Mar 16, 2012 15:55:28 GMT -5
"Goodness gracious me, I should hope not!" Susannah says, sounding scandalized at the idea of young women going about sticking themselves with pins on purpose. She continues to stare at Petunia's hand. Not even a little scab?
"Well then, I..." This situation has put her in a bit of a tizzy, hasn't it? "Would you like another cookie while I finish the fitting? I'm almost done, and I'll try to be more careful. Oh dear."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 17, 2012 10:01:53 GMT -5
"I like your cookies," Petunia says, her eyes lifting from their stare at the finger she'd stabbed. She smiles and stabs the pin into a pincushion. Her hand drops, and she waltzes across the workroom, seemingly all trace of that strange mood gone.
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Post by Seaspinner/Susannah Webber on Mar 18, 2012 13:57:58 GMT -5
"Oh." Susannah says, still a bit out of sorts. "Thank you."
Then she follows after Petunia to make sure the dear woman doesn't get into any other trouble. She will get this dress fitted and finished so her client can look lovely while she dances!
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 18, 2012 18:45:18 GMT -5
Petunia soon returns, munching a cookie. "Ready when you are!"
OOC: Wrap?
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Post by Seaspinner/Susannah Webber on Mar 18, 2012 19:27:46 GMT -5
"Excellent!" Susannah says, finally managing to get her wide smile back in place. She gets back to work, and this time she will be careful.
Wrap!
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