by Iilyda » Fri Sep 10, 2010 8:01 am
{Lol, no worries.}
Darcy thought of the poem she had chanted from earlier on in her act. "Because I did not wait for Death...," she whispered to herself. Well, now she was waiting for Death to come, to swallow her whole and take her down in his clutches. Her death would not be peaceful, not a carriage ride through her life as she had known it. She looked up at the mutants, wondering if they would suck the marrow out of her bones when they were done with the meat of her. Haha, she thought. Marrow, like my stage name...