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[Sent: 1:14 AM] Hey…you awake?

[Sent: 1:16 AM] I can’t sleep.

[Sent 1:18 AM] I think it’s time I tell you everything…The truth

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♥ - family headcanon

Zoen plays up her dislike for her brother more than she feels it because she knows it would be too easy for her to like him and that has never worked out well for her.

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(ﾉ◕‿◕)ﾉ— I love your blog

Same to you! Seriously, you are so awesome and fun!

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Oh sorry, mispelled it : Thigh

Thigh:Sympathy/empathy

"Thank you, but I'll be fine. Everything's gone to hell, but I'm a big girl, I can carry myself.

(ooc: Whoops! Sorry, I probably could have guessed that one!)

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Maggie started awake, glancing at the clock as she sat upright - 11pm; fairly late for people to come knocking at her door...but the fact that anyone was was unusual in and of itself - she went out of her way to avoid contact with anyone, even moreso nowadays since she was only days from leaving for Mount Massive Asylum.

Stifling a yawn, she made her way to the door, peering out the window observing the heavy rainfall along with the silhouette of a person standing on her doorstep, 'No wonder I fell asleep.' Maggie mused, turning the locks and opening the door slightly.

It was a man at least a head taller than herself, that was enough to make Maggie nervous, but they were also utterly drenched, and looked frightened; she chewed her lip anxiously as she watched them, her concern winning out over her fear as she opened the door the rest of the way.

"Um...is there something I could help you with?" Maggie asked hesitantly as she allowed her fingers to curl around the door knob to slam it shut if need be, "You could come inside and get dry first, if you'd like."

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"Excuse Me"

Send me an “Excuse Me” and I’ll tell you my muse’s reaction to being Interrupted while…

13. Crying

“Fuck!" The muffled word was shot out from behind the hand she used to partially cover her face and was immediately followed by a wet sniff. God, she was so fucking done with this place. So done with all this crazy bullshit. All Zoen wanted to do was go home.

A quiet “Excuse me” made her look up, one hand still on her face, the other tightening on her knife. It loosened at what she saw. He was maybe just a few years younger than her, and more importantly not a patient. She let her grip loosen every so slightly and just gave him a look that could peel paint. When she dropped her other hand, that side of her face was red and a little swollen with a bruise starting to form on her cheekbone.

"Look, you look nice and all, but whatever you want, spit it out. Now. I just fuckin’ hit myself in the face with a door and I am just so fucking done with everything."