imagine, if you will.

[reflecktion.livejournal.com]

[he's pacing back and forth in the gardens, clearly agitated. half his hair is held up with his ribbon, the rest is a messy tangle about his face that he keeps pushing at with an annoyed hand]

How could anyone do that?!

[rape, abuse... all things he can handle as he's been on the receiving end of both quite a few times himself. but this... this was way past acceptable, a pill much too big to swallow]

I'll kill him. Just wait until I find that kid. He's fucking dead.

((ooc; he's referring to menace killing iwasarealboy. needless to say, he's less than thrilled.))

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[keyofforesight.livejournal.com]

(she's just as mad as you are)

Whoever did that is screwed.

[reflecktion.livejournal.com]

[nods firmly, his lips set in a grim line]

[keyofforesight.livejournal.com]

That was just sick and wrong.

(if looks could kill...you know the phrase)

[reflecktion.livejournal.com]

There's some sick freaks here.

[keyofforesight.livejournal.com]

There are.
This...it reminds me of the weapon ban. It wasn't that long ago...
Did we really not learn anything from that?

(referring to the entire dressing room)

[reflecktion.livejournal.com]

[shrugs]

I wasn't involved.

[keyofforesight.livejournal.com]

Basically, a very similar thing happened. One of the weapons, the sketchbook, was heavily injured for no good reason.
So, on of the weapons took away everyone's ability to use weapons.
It...it was supposed to stop this from happening, really. To show that we can resolve things without violence.

(she sighs)

And then this happens...