[Marisa hasn't been seen for over a week now. Not even a hint of her since a few days after that phone call about the dead drone. She wouldn't have bothered with this, except the sound of that key constantly trying to open the door has grated on her nerves and the whispers from her curse refused to let her keep ignoring it.
But no... no, she couldn't just answer the door. Instead, she pokes her head out her window - the glass in it broke days ago - to call down.]
Go home.
[Her voice is raspy and strained, dark circles under her eyes and she's very pale. Almost like she's sick...]
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Date: 2011-08-05 06:08 pm (UTC)But no... no, she couldn't just answer the door. Instead, she pokes her head out her window - the glass in it broke days ago - to call down.]
Go home.
[Her voice is raspy and strained, dark circles under her eyes and she's very pale. Almost like she's sick...]