![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
[after feeding the purple bunny, it zips off past the receptionist desk and out the door, bounding its way across the grounds. natalie will have to be quick to keep up, but the bun seems to be leading her straight to the camp store. the door swings open for the bunny and as natalie enters, she'll find purple heart seated behind the check-out counter. they bend down to scoop up the bunny as it approaches, depositing it on their desk before turning to wave a hand toward natalie in greeting.]
Miss Goodman, welcome. May I call you Natalie?
Miss Goodman, welcome. May I call you Natalie?
Yeah. Actually, I'd like it more if you did.
[Miss Goodman sounds much too formal. She watches as the bunny runs to its owner, glancing up to... Well, eye contact is difficult in this exact situation, but she's looking towards their face, at least.]
And there's really nothing else I can call you?
[Miss Goodman sounds much too formal. She watches as the bunny runs to its owner, glancing up to... Well, eye contact is difficult in this exact situation, but she's looking towards their face, at least.]
And there's really nothing else I can call you?
So we don't get to know your real name yet, huh? Or... Is that your real name?
Huh. Your parents must have been really out there. Are you related to the others, given the whole... themed names thing?
That's kind of a weird way to put it, isn't it?
[natalie for once in your life please be nice]
[natalie for once in your life please be nice]
My name isn't Purple Heart, I win this competition by default.
[After a second:]
Why'd you pick me if I'm so weird, anyways?
[After a second:]
Why'd you pick me if I'm so weird, anyways?
[She shrugs.]
Unless you all pulled names out of a hat.
Unless you all pulled names out of a hat.
...Why?
[She could guess, but she's curious about the answer.]
[She could guess, but she's curious about the answer.]
[i cannot believe she's being called out like this
She pauses for a moment, surprised, before she responds.]
So there was a reason. [That Purple Heart picked her, she means.] Want to share with the class?
She pauses for a moment, surprised, before she responds.]
So there was a reason. [That Purple Heart picked her, she means.] Want to share with the class?
Interesting way to preface it, but - Iām listening.
Alright. You and I have some things in common and I think that despite the way you hold people at arms' length, you want what's best for people. You want to belong to people, and for people to belong to you. That's why you acted on your own and killed that doctor, isn't it? For the sake of those remaining, and knowing that it would eliminate someone who posed a threat to what you consider to be yours.
Likewise, I think your power is something you would use for good after the pain you've seen others go through. Trauma is...shitty, to be frank. And I believe that those you deem worthy of your loyalty would benefit from your help if you felt that was your only and last choice.
Thematically speaking, I chose those I felt have strong hearts. Whether you agree or not isn't really of interest to me. It's simply how I feel.
Likewise, I think your power is something you would use for good after the pain you've seen others go through. Trauma is...shitty, to be frank. And I believe that those you deem worthy of your loyalty would benefit from your help if you felt that was your only and last choice.
Thematically speaking, I chose those I felt have strong hearts. Whether you agree or not isn't really of interest to me. It's simply how I feel.
[There's a few different expressions that cross her face while she listens. The most notable is probably the near fury that appears as soon as they mention Hannibal, and for a moment it seems like they might interrupt Purple Heart. Honestly, the only reason she doesn't is because she promised to listen. Still, despite that promise... She still sounds frustrated when she answers. They've given her a disclaimer that they don't need her agreement, but nonetheless:]
...That's not true.
[It isn't clear which part she's talking about from that, but it's probably a mix of a few different things.]
...That's not true.
[It isn't clear which part she's talking about from that, but it's probably a mix of a few different things.]
First off, saying I want people to belong to me is, like, the most fucked up way you could have put that. Even if you were right about the part about me secretly caring about people or whatever, those are two way different things. I don't consider anyone to be mine even if I like them or whatever.
Second, there's no - good way or kind way or whatever to mess with somebody's head. Nobody's going to benefit from me taking something as valuable as memories away from them, and if you knew anything about me, you'd know exactly why I'm not going to use it.
[She still sounds plenty angry as she says all that, but not quite as angry as she looked a moment ago.]
Second, there's no - good way or kind way or whatever to mess with somebody's head. Nobody's going to benefit from me taking something as valuable as memories away from them, and if you knew anything about me, you'd know exactly why I'm not going to use it.
[She still sounds plenty angry as she says all that, but not quite as angry as she looked a moment ago.]
[after feeding the bunny, natalie won't have to go as far as she did with the purple rabbit; the gray one simply hops down the hallway, allowing her temporary access to it so she can reach the door marked with a new moon. inside is what appears to be a normal office, with black shadows seated behind the desk. the rabbit will remain near natalie, curious about her, while the director gives her a nod.]
Hello. Please sit.
[they gesture to a chair across from their desk.]
Hello. Please sit.
[they gesture to a chair across from their desk.]
Page 1 of 19