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[halfbrokenwings]

[The sound of barely contained distress is coming from the journal. She was disturbed before, with all the faces of people she knew at the orphanage and the faces of the two friends she had left behind being snatched from here but, this? She could not handle this. She is in her room in the farthest corner, huddled against the wall with her wings wrapped as much as they could around her.

She pleads perhaps to the absent Lord, or to anyone that can hear her.]

P-please. Make it stop. Make it stop. Th-they won't stop whispering, th-threatening. Please. Please.

[Before the audio cuts out you can hear her sobbing. She is literally scared to tears.]

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[doctoral-bird.livejournal.com]

[Back on the doctors end, he's huddled up in front of this pumpkin mush, not even realizing that a lot of it is on his mask and the front of his robe. He killed Isabella's pumpkin. Somehow. Oh god, why did it react that way. His own pumpkin didn't do anything like that-... I-Isabella isn't saying anything... O-Oh no-]

O-Oh no oh no...

[There's a silent bit of sobbing underneath his mask. Did he just kill Isabella? Oh man, if he killed Isabella... He needs to keep moving.

Standing back up, the doctor continues to awkwardly stagger towards her room, doing his best to keep the strangled noises under his mask silent.]

[[ooc: Shall see you in that thread, then!]]