lindy-monroe
Useless Little Witch
This isn't all that bad, really. I mean, I never really was good for anything in the first place, so it's only fair that I get comfortable at the bottom of the heap. Enslavement is my duty. The only control I have is to learn to like it.An RP blog accociated with the Île des Damnés group.
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Lindy smiled back at the staring woman, something like fear fluttering in her heart. Another witch. The thought was almost sickening. It meant that she wasn't special, that this whole thing was far more instiutionalized than she had assumed.
"Anything I can help you with?"
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"Hey, calm down. I was just trying to fix your hair." Lindy stepped back from the bars, hands raised in a universal gesture of innocence. "You have a big clump of something right above your ear. Just trying to help."
"N-No, stop…" She shook her head, ducking away from them.
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"I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to stare." Lindy blushed furiously and kept her eyes on the ground. "I'm just a bit... you know.... hungry." She could probably be beaten for that, but Lindy hoped that fair bit of begging might sway him to her side.
Look, I know its weird but all my bowls are dirty and I’m lazy as fuck. Plus, there’s jokes on the back of the box.
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