<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/wondersofthesandbox/images/b/bc/Rosie-Tupper-09.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Shae Lux Kurova (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369639#msg12369639)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Seattle, WA | August 16, 2017 | 11:02 PM PST<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Dara, Elijah, Kumiho<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Unhealthy desires<br/><hr/><em>Do you wanna end up locked up and experimented on like some kind of freak?</em><br/><br/>That wasn't the first time that question had come up between them. It was one that Shae had asked herself a number of times before tonight. The answer almost always was a shaky no, but it always – every single time – made her think back to the Gardners. There really was no getting away from the fact that she was a freak, she had killed people. On more then a single occasion Shae had genuinely considered that being in the hands of Tac 6 would be better for everyone – herself included. Only once had she ever considered acting on it though, after a particularly rough binge. A pretty heavy hit of whatever she'd been given – truth be told her memory of what happened on that roof top before she got her high on was pretty hazy – and she turned into a bundle of self awareness. She'd almost made a rather public display of her powers, and if Dara hadn't gotten there to grab her off the roof edge and smack her back into this world, she'd have been a prisoner back then.<br/><br/>Since that situation though, Shae usually was satisfied that Dara didn't want her to be imprisoned. Paired with her general desire not to get poked at by guys in lab coats, or nudged around at gun point, she was content to not out herself.<br/><br/>That memory though roused a really awful feeling in her gut. Shae reached up to her cascading blond locks and twirled a strand around her finger before tugging it to her lips and suckling on it – a nervous reaction that she only ever did when she was jonesing for something. Sudden stress amped to eleven because of whatever Dara had done forcing them away from everything, plus the recollection of that night had her feeling twitchy. She swallowed heavily while nursing the strand of hair and turned away from Dara. “Kay...” She mumbled between tightly closed lips and shuffled towards her things.<br/><br/>Shae wasn't one to collect a lot of random possessions. Their life of moving around prevented it for starters, but she also felt no particular obligation to amass... stuff. Most of the things that were important to her she could carry in her pockets, or her back pack. She snatched up her suitcase with one hand and looked around the room for the stuff that she had spread out, starting to nab it all up and stuff it inside. “We've gotta tell 'em Dara.” She mumbled around her hair. “Can't just not tell them.” She continued, insistently. Even if it meant delaying their escape a couple of minutes, they had to say something. This wasn't something they could do over the phone, not after all this time.<br/><br/>She flipped the top of her suitcase closed and ripped the zipper around it to close it up. “Harm,” She said, pausing. Shae made a habit of never using their real names unless it was serious. That feeling building up in her was getting worse. As the situation processed further in her head, the stress was increased and she was becoming increasingly less comfortable. Chewing not just on her hair now, but also her bottom lip, she reached across herself and started to rub her left arm – her preferred arm for needles – and turned around. “Harm, the whispers are back.” She all but whispered across the room.<br/><br/>Now wasn't a good time for a break down relapse, but it wasn't as if she had any control over it all. The whispers, of course, were what Shae called those urges that called to her. They told her to find something, they begged to get used, they taunted her until she inevitably broke and Dara was left spending the next week – or longer, depending on the time in question – sobering her up and make sure she could get back in control of herself.