there's a looming sort of terror in the air tonight, as something inevitably manifests underneath her feet. it's like everyone knew, but they all choose to ignore it. not for the sake of others but for their own sanity. the world and everyone in it were GREEDY, and joan knew this all too well. it's like she wore a warning sign. red and blue police lights are the only thing to illuminate her face, head canting to the side. black makeup is smudged under her brown eyes, practically drowning them out, looking SMALLER than they actually are. she's rubbing at her wrists as she pads her way out of the police station, soon moving to adjust her short dress. she can picture it now, the typical cliche of the scene. it's not the first and it won't be the last, that was written all over her too. ❛ wow, you're a giant. ❜ joan speaks to a stranger across the way, eyebrows furrowing. there's a feverish intent oozing from her words, like she's sparking like a live wire and baring all teeth. there's a venom that comes with her that's hard to trace back to the source. it's just THERE, perhaps for no reason at all but just to exist, and how doomed that truly was. she scoffs, remembering the state of her. she couldn't imagine how this must look. ❛ this is nothing. you should see me in a crowd. ❜