Liv Moore (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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entrancelogs2018-10-01 01:06 pm
livemoore) wrote in entrancelogs2018-10-01 01:06 pm
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Who: Liv Moore + You
Where: Inside the mansion
When: 10-1
Rating: PG-13, talk of people dying.
Summary: Liv is on the chopping block.
The Story:
[ When Liv re-arrives in Wonderland, the timing is incredible. Not because she overly loves being stuck in this place where she can't control the things that happen to her (but when could she these days, anyway?) but because she is literally up for execution. Turning people into zombies when there's a brain shortage is a capital offense these days, but letting people die of incurable diseases? That was worse to her than any punishment and well worth the risk.
Hands and legs handcuffed and mouth taped shut, her eyes widen as she lands in the foyer. Of course it couldn't be her room. She has to sort of hop until she finds someone, hope they recognize her, and decide to help her. It's as she's trying to scoot along that she remembers: she had unfinished business here, and now, in her urgency she falls over, groaning as she hits the floor.
Turtle-ing would be far more embarrassing, so she just sort of rolls to her side, trying to somehow get herself free. ]
Where: Inside the mansion
When: 10-1
Rating: PG-13, talk of people dying.
Summary: Liv is on the chopping block.
The Story:
[ When Liv re-arrives in Wonderland, the timing is incredible. Not because she overly loves being stuck in this place where she can't control the things that happen to her (but when could she these days, anyway?) but because she is literally up for execution. Turning people into zombies when there's a brain shortage is a capital offense these days, but letting people die of incurable diseases? That was worse to her than any punishment and well worth the risk.
Hands and legs handcuffed and mouth taped shut, her eyes widen as she lands in the foyer. Of course it couldn't be her room. She has to sort of hop until she finds someone, hope they recognize her, and decide to help her. It's as she's trying to scoot along that she remembers: she had unfinished business here, and now, in her urgency she falls over, groaning as she hits the floor.
Turtle-ing would be far more embarrassing, so she just sort of rolls to her side, trying to somehow get herself free. ]
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Hey, you know what, sometimes we all just need to feel like garbage and be allowed to live in it for a little while. I get it. But you're really cute garbage, for the record.
[ She smiles just slightly, but just keeps a hold of her friend. There's nowhere she needs to go right now, so Liv gets held as long as she needs it. ]
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[ To be cute, she means. But that does make her smile a little. She doesn't move either, needing this a lot more than she realized. ]
I've watched two boyfriends now get shot. Execution style. If I could just...never have to see that again, ever, that'd be really great.