<div class="floatleft">(http://i42.tinypic.com/2isgklj.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><em>Anna Bell Coriander</em></span><br/>East of the Tower Camp<br/>Night one - (Sc-Gi)<br/><strong>tagged</strong>: Beraias Suichin</div><br/><br/><hr/><br/>With the final shrieks of a dying Finadar, Bell looked up to see Suichin's shadow coming toward her. Much of her body felt hot, slick, and desecrated. She couldn't describe the particular way that her skin was crawling, but it felt like tiny insects had covered her. she was absolutely nude, covered in mud, and indescribable muck. It was too dark to see clearly, but her skin had been turned black in many places, up and down her torso, her face, each of her legs in spots, her back, breasts, and arms as well. With ivory skin, the staining semen had created the look of a zebra across her entire body. She had submitted to her terror before. It felt like she was crying, but she wasn't. In many ways, she felt numb. Now, with the sun down, and her cold body laying uncontainable in the rain. She only wanted one thing: a fire.<br/><br/>"I'm alive. And, beside my head, I feel pretty good." the concussion that had originally knocked her out was still spinning around the tip of her consciousness.<br/>