[ There's a pit in her stomach, clammy as a melting ice cube, radiating waves of dread up her spine to the base of her skull. It's all she can do to reason past it and focus on the man crouched beside her. She'd know a lot about that sense of violation he's experiencing-- in DW, every prisoner had been fitted with a metal collar. Deadmen and death row inmates had the additional pleasure of being constantly pumped with poison, just one of the promoter's "incentives" to keep them fighting in his Carnival Corpses for enough points to afford the antidote.
Karako mirrors his gripping of the device and hardly feels the sleek glass and metal. When she speaks, her tone is is low and rueful, knowing. ]
You'd be surprised. [ Her fingers dig, prying between the MID and the back of her hand though it makes the bands securing the device go tight against her wrist and fingers. She's feeling for the injection site. ]
Dick Grayson
[ There's a pit in her stomach, clammy as a melting ice cube, radiating waves of dread up her spine to the base of her skull. It's all she can do to reason past it and focus on the man crouched beside her. She'd know a lot about that sense of violation he's experiencing-- in DW, every prisoner had been fitted with a metal collar. Deadmen and death row inmates had the additional pleasure of being constantly pumped with poison, just one of the promoter's "incentives" to keep them fighting in his Carnival Corpses for enough points to afford the antidote.
Karako mirrors his gripping of the device and hardly feels the sleek glass and metal. When she speaks, her tone is is low and rueful, knowing. ]
You'd be surprised. [ Her fingers dig, prying between the MID and the back of her hand though it makes the bands securing the device go tight against her wrist and fingers. She's feeling for the injection site. ]
Were you back there too, with all those people?