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Crescent City Institute - New Years Eve Party
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redwritinghood From: [info]redwritinghood Date: December 30th, 2010 01:25 am (UTC) (Link)

Sibyl/Vinnie

Damn. She had been hoping for more information than that, but it was enough to get the major jist of it. Also enough to get her to ramble a little bit as she put those pieces together. Coming from anyone, it might seem a bit insane. Even coming from a Sonnier.

"No paper... but Bekka was there. It couldn't have been Stas or Sunny because they probably would have asked me about it. So Bekka must have been the one to give me paper because I know I had it, which means she still has to have it in her notebook. Damnit." Sibyl didn't swear very often, so it was certainly a sign she was stressed out. If it wasn't already seen by the way the expression on her fact started to look a little panicked.
che_bel_viso From: [info]che_bel_viso Date: January 10th, 2011 12:25 am (UTC) (Link)

Sibyl/Vinnie

"I... well, I could go ask Bekka? Or talk to her at some point for you, or... something?" Vinnie was starting to get very worried about Sibyl indeed. She seemed so agitated, and so stressed out. Vinnie went to put a hand slowly on Sibyl's shoulder, the one closest to him.

"Hey, bella, it's alright. You need to calm down. Whatever that was, it's over now. So just like, relax, alright? More water or... or something?" He looked over at her for a reaction.
redwritinghood From: [info]redwritinghood Date: January 12th, 2011 07:17 pm (UTC) (Link)

Sibyl/Vinnie

"No, no, no, Vinnie, not that easy." Sibyl shook her head and set her hand on his. Just for something stable. She didn't need water, she didn't need food, she didn't need to be at a party in someone's bedroom after having a fit like that.

Her stressed and panicked look went to him, shaking her head still for another moment. She couldn't slow down the rambling no matter how hard she tried. "I'm an automatic writer. Someone or something, I don't know if it's ghosts or what, just sort of take over my head and I start writing things. Messages. Warnings. I can hear it over and over and over again in my head and it's on some paper Bekka has and this is not good. Something is going to happen."

Okay. Maybe she sounded more than a bit insane.
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