Devil on your back, I can never die;

[transientingly.livejournal.com]

[that pretty white dress she had on is tattered and a little bit bloody as she's staggering along, the broken leg of a chair clutched in her hand. Yes, she was beating off heartless with a friggin broken chair leg, but she's glad to be out of there.]

I don't even know what the hell those were.... stupid dressing room.

[with a sigh she slumps to the floor]