(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

[shoplifter]

[She considers it for a moment.]

... I could try. I think I could go a few days.

[Maybe if she got enough soda pop and snacks, and hid under her blankets, didn't let her father know about her trying to fight the law and whatnot. It seems doable.]

[failtography]

Huh? ( dude what, he's not gonna ask a kid to cut something out of herself again. ) No! No, I didn't mean you you had to do it; what about your stitches?? I just... was wondering what'd happen if someone tried that - or if there was someone else keeping watch during sleeping hours. Either it keeps whoever's doing it away, since they seem to be kinda shy, or, uh. I dunno, maybe it magically regrows itself. ( or maybe it's nanomachines, son. a cursory check confirms the existence of his own, and prompto supposes he could test the theory out? better him than a kid having to do it again, anyway. he'll just have to find someone to help do the actual cutting - and he might have to be drunk for this. probably. maybe nat or steve would know someone who's got the experience for this sort of thing. ) Guess I could try and see.

[shoplifter]

[You think too much and worry too much, my dude.

She shrugs behind the phone.]

I don't mind it. It only hurts for a moment.

[But by all means, you can go for it, too. She just knows you'll actually have an injury.]