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grey_grief[It's dark and all that can be seen is Haibara sitting at her desk, attempting to get some work done despite the fog. Unfortunately she seems distracted and keeps jerking her head like she's trying to throw something off of it.]
Itchy, itchy. [She scratches the back of her neck and seemingly having dealt with the diversion, she returns to her work.
A few more minutes pass before the head jerking continues, finally forcing Haibara to clutch at her head in pain. When she speaks her voice sound strained and tight.]
Itai itai... "But who knows what she spoke to the darkness, alone, in the bitter watches of the night, when all her life--" it hurts... "seemed shrinking, and the walls of her bower closing in about her--" make it stop! "a hutch to trammel some wild thing thing in."
[Wincing as she speaks, trying to distract herself by muttering snatches of Tolkien and Asimov, she stands and starts searching her room for painkillers.]
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Itchy, itchy. [She scratches the back of her neck and seemingly having dealt with the diversion, she returns to her work.
A few more minutes pass before the head jerking continues, finally forcing Haibara to clutch at her head in pain. When she speaks her voice sound strained and tight.]
Itai itai... "But who knows what she spoke to the darkness, alone, in the bitter watches of the night, when all her life--" it hurts... "seemed shrinking, and the walls of her bower closing in about her--" make it stop! "a hutch to trammel some wild thing thing in."
[Wincing as she speaks, trying to distract herself by muttering snatches of Tolkien and Asimov, she stands and starts searching her room for painkillers.]
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