continued from here with @dcngeroushearts.
❛ trying to see if i can figure out how to get this stupid thing to work properly… ❜ words are MURMURED, as she flips through the manual in her hands, before releasing a heavy sigh. ❛ …but, not having much luck so far. ❜
through hooded eyelids the rag doll studied her nails: painted red and chipped, traces of human flesh stuck under them for every day was a party at the hotel cortez. for some of them at least, ghouls and phantoms whose lives remained untouched by the apocalypse that raged outside their home. ❝ don’t sweat it, thing’s been broken for years. and we all manage just fine without it. ❞
putting out her cigarette on the table, its surface singed and black for she had purposefully mistaken it for an ashtray countless times before, sally moved to stand right beside the blonde and her failed attempt at getting an old record player to work again. like the old days. ❝ looks fucking dead to me. ❞
