[log] The Pit [open]

[snowblindmods]

Characters: Anyone participating in the Pit event.
Location: A room.
Date: Day 330
Summary: You wake up in a room.
Warnings: general warnings; potential for morbid/suicidal thoughts; note specific warnings in subject line, please!

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[fuckingwolverine]

No.

[But she doesn't jump, at least. Not yet. She dangles one solitary finger over the edge.]

That was supposed to be 'time being'...

[jumpthegun]

Lilly, why is it important for you to stay at the edge?

[He's tense, a wound spring ready to go off the moment she looks like she's jumping.]

[fuckingwolverine]

[She shakes her head. She doesn't know. She shoots the darkness a concerned, uncertain look - not the kind of uncertain look that says "I'm afraid of you", but the kind that says "I'm looking for reassurance from you". The kind of look most kids would reserve for a trusted adult, or failing that, at least the kindly stranger next to them.]

[jumpthegun]

There's nothing down there, sweetheart. Your mummy's not down there. I can promise you that.

[fuckingwolverine]

[Yeah. Probably not.

Finally pulling away from the edge, she hop-crawls back to her corner, dejected and defeated.]