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Vignette - Fucking Horns
Dramatis Personae Paige	YYYY-MM-DD Takes place after LOG HAS NOT BEEN CREATED YET "Damn lemurs."
Location <NYC> Harbor Commons - Rooftop - Lower East Side
"Fuck me," Paige reproaches herself crassly after the others have left, putting her back against the toolshed and sliding to the ground. She brings her knees up to her chest. "Just...fuck me." This one is said with a groan as she drops her head into her palms. Her fingers gently, accidentally, touch the base of a horn before recoiling as though repulsed by what they find. "And fuck you too," she grumbles at her horns. "Nothing but shit." A pause. "-I'm- nothing but shit." Dark thoughts swirling in her mind, she removes her hands from her face and pulls a small phone from the back pocket of her pants. "Fucking piece of fucking shit," she mutters to herself, at herself, while poking at the mobile device. At least Steve's money from the other week paid off - the horned woman was able to purchase a pre-paid phone for less than twenty dollars. "You know what Paige? You're fucking shit. Why, thank you, Paige, but I was already quite fucking aware of this fucking fact." Grumble, grumble. "Oh, for sure, these sessions will help. Go bitch about your stupid fucking privileged life to other people, that'll make you -fast- friends." The caustic remarks are filled with a nearly caustic level of vitriol. "Can't get your fucking eyes off of fucking blue people. Sure they have sharp fucking teeth, but, guess what? You have -horns-. Fucking -horns-. Fucking horns, Paige, that's what you got." Her fingers swiping on the device, she spares a glance to her boots. "Oh, right, and stupid, -stupid- fucking feet. Don't forget about that." The young woman falls silent for a couple of minutes before she finally seems to find what she's looking for on her phone. However, she then rolls her eyes at the commentary running through her brain. "They want to hurt us, Paige. They'll hurt you, they could -kill- you. You can't be a fucking IDIOT!" The last word increases in volume exponentially, though her voice soon drops back down to a hushed whisper. "Well, guess fucking what? Maybe they -will- kill me and -maybe- it's just because I'm a fucking privleged asshole who can't treat people with basic fucking respect by not -staring- at them! AAAAH!" A sound of angry frustration. Mumbling more curses to herself, she turns back to the Internet page she was examining using the Commons' wi-fi. A deep breath. "Right." Paige inhales again and sighs. "Sign language." Her anxiety remains evident in the tension of her body language as she hunches over the phone, although there is much less hatred in her tone as she mutters, "Damn lemurs. Stupid cute fucking lemurs. Hate them." The young, horned woman puts her phone in her lap as she attempts to produce the depicted gesture by moving her right hand, flat, clockwise over the center of her chest.