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[pencilpremonition]

[Becca stares down at the device in her hands, a puzzled expression on her face.]

Is this Hell? But... I'm not dead yet. I've got another week yet... Or did I forget my last days on earth? I don't...get it. I don't get it at all. Where is everybody? And what do I do now?

[She hopes that people will take pity on her and help her because she's fifteen and pathetic-looking. That and her massive entitlement complex, but that's another matter in and of itself.]

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[voice]

[pencilpremonition]

[And she's just dumb enough to listen. She starts to cry, though she's (badly) trying to hide it.]

Why don't I remember the last couple of days, then? I thought it was the 14th...

[voice]

[astheteaseturns.livejournal.com]

Because once you're here, you lose all track of time.

[voice]

[pencilpremonition]

But forgetting?

[voice]

[astheteaseturns.livejournal.com]

It's the payment.

[voice]

[pencilpremonition]

I hope everything went the way it was supposed to... I had plans for my death....

[voice]

[astheteaseturns.livejournal.com]

Are you so eager to die?

[voice]

[pencilpremonition]

Not eager, but...it was gonna happen, so I got used to it.