[004] Someone's been far too quiet...

[brynkitten]

[ Bryn starts a text entry, not much feeling like speaking. Her words are scribbled hastily, looking far less like her usual carefully practiced cursive, and more like an urgent scrawl. ]

There are words, on my hands and arms and they won't wash off and they're moving!!!

[ She paused briefly to try and scrub her arms, to put pressure on the skin in front of the letters, but they continued drifting up her skin to no avail. Bryn picked up her quill and continued writing. ]

Please does anyone know what's going on? I don't understand.

[ And sheee's just going to stare at her entry obsessively now and continue to try and rub the words off. ]


[OOC: Herp, forgot to make a post for Bryn this month. Tagging will be slow as I have Wickepants over this weekend |D]

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[brynkitten]

[This is not going to do, and Bryn rubs her face once before jerking her hand away, worrying it will spread.]

...come and see.

[She followed this by writing her floor and room number.]

[stillacaptain.livejournal.com]

Fine.

[In that case, Bryn will soon find herself with a 6'2" old soldier made of muscle at her door. Wearing a tan jacket emblazoned with the symbol of a red hand.]

[And scowling.]

[brynkitten]

[She had the door cracked already, and when she heard footsteps, Bryn opened it further and peeked out.

She found herself looking at soldier-chest, and looked up wide-eyed at Harding. He was a full foot taller than her. Wow.]

Hello...are you...?

[stillacaptain.livejournal.com]

[Harding frowns, and steps back. He nods. And then taps the chest pocket of his jacket, which has his name printed in typical Army fashion.]

Yeah. You the one with the moving tattoo?

[brynkitten]

[Oh, Harding. Right. That's convenient.]

Yes, Bryn.

[She opens the door wider and rolls up the sleeves of her chemises to show the words on her skin which thankfully by this point have slowly, slowly begun to recede.]

See?

[Not crazy okay?]

[stillacaptain.livejournal.com]

[Isn't it?]

[He reaches out and takes her arm, examining the writing closely. He frowns.]

This just happened? Out of nowhere?

[brynkitten]

[Bryn startles a bit at being touched, but stands still otherwise as Harding examines her arm.]

I've been told it might have to do with how infrequently I've written records. They were spreading over my arms quite steadily until I made my note and now...well, you can see they're starting to drift away.

[It's obvious she's quite relieved by this fact, and also possibly hoping to hear Harding agree that yes, it's all going away.]

[stillacaptain.livejournal.com]

[He's fairly gentle about it. The long association with medical personnel helped him pick up a couple things, here and there.]

So... they write all over you if you don't do what they want you to?

[His eyes narrow a bit, but yes. He can see it.]

Yeah... weird.

[brynkitten]

[It's for that reason that Bryn calms faster than she might have otherwise.]

They didn't write on me the words just appeared. I made my entry and talked with others and now it's fading.

[This won't happen again, that's for sure. Bryn will be sure to make her records more often in the future...]