(phone, May 20th morning)

[shoplifter]

 [The memory that had returned to so many of them had shaken Laura something fierce; it was familiar, familiar in ways that were beyond what her hospital phobia amounted to, and now - now she's found herself brave enough to cut into her leg and find the tracker hidden inside. Of course, she'd been excited to remove it (and angry, of course, angry that it was even there), but that new energy was soured by waking the next morning and finding that same lump under her skin. 

Well. She cuts it out again in the bathroom of the Howlett family, destroys the tracker again, and heads to the phone with icy disgust and offense that far surpasses self-preservation. (Especially when they go also arresting her teacher recently, she really likes her goddamn art class - and her sister, too, though?! Really guys?)]


There are trackers in our legs.

They come back in the morning if you destroy them.


[This message will be suddenly wiped from the phone-lines in three or four minutes. Maybe your character managed to catch it this morning before school, though.]

Comments

[heisenbitch]

[ ... ]

Uh. Like, at all?

[shoplifter]

Like at all.

[Man, Jesse, you talk so strangely. Bless you.

She's not really one to bring it up, because it benefits her more not to tell people, but Jesse's cool. She' doesn't mind.]

[heisenbitch]

[ The whole "what do bruises feel like?" thing now is suddenly making a whole lot more sense. Well. Sort of. But to make sure: ]

So, you don't need...? Like, first aid? 'Cause I can bring you something from the pharmacy straight away if you need it.

[shoplifter]

Ya no duele... It's fine now.

My body fixes itself.

[heisenbitch]

Wh--

[ Sudden disconnection. ]