Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2015 21:52:15 GMT -5
(ooc: Also god-like characters or those who have connections to more spiritual beings like Dean, if they decide to show up)
Liz had allowed herself to relax these last few days, knowing that Camie would be alright (She hoped) as long as she was around. Of course, it might've been a bit pretentious for the former woman to believe such thought, but it did hold some truth. Liz was currently responsible for keeping an eye out for her sister as well as a the others who shared a similar fate. Whether they were aligned with the Critic or Ask That Guy, that wasn't important-in the long run they were the ones suffering, not Facilier's mooks. They needed that extra reassurance that one day the nightmare would eventually end. Of course, when your guardian angel came in the form of a sarcastic, nerdy, slightly neurotic television writer...surely things had to turn out for the best right?
She visited Camie everyday whenever she could, when she wasn't out performing or in the presence of the voodoo man's subordinates, she made sure to be there for her. Some days they exchanged silly stories or gave each other advice when needed. Regardless, Liz was beyond joyous to at least interact with Camie. With each growing day, she grew more and more gracious of her gift. Though she felt...strangely odd ever since she first visited Camie in her angelic form. It certainly wasn't a bad feeling, absolutely no. She never felt such way, even with her previous life back in New York, she rarely felt like this. No stress, sadness or fear. Just calmness and joy. Peace. That was what she felt. And for the first time in years, (And perhaps her life) Liz Lemon was at peace.
The only real concern the brunette had was trying to further get a handle of her new powers, she had far much more strength than any normal spirit or human. She was practically a sapient weapon at this point, but of course still a weapon of good instead of evil. As long as she didn't do something reckless, she would be alright.
It was late and prisoners, slaves and mooks alike have already arrived in dream world. Well, except the ones who weren't stationed on night guard duty. Liz had been keeping Camie company until she fell asleep, promising that she would return the next day as she always did. For now, she did what she did every night; wander about the area, checking up on everyone as they slept to the best of their abilities. Sleep no longer had much use to her, unless she wanted it. She rarely did though, and she was alright with that. Certainly not in her living state, but now she didn't mind as much. However, food remained of a huge importance to her, even if hunger was no longer an issue for her...she could literally devour as much food as she wanted without getting sick! Childlike giddy, flooded through her as she found herself in the kitchen, fixing herself to whatever good she could get her grasp on. She had fixed herself a feast of unhealthy food as she sat down and ate in the dark, unfazed by the lack of light, all while oblivious to the stranger watching her.
(ooc: Ew. This just sucks. >>)
Liz had allowed herself to relax these last few days, knowing that Camie would be alright (She hoped) as long as she was around. Of course, it might've been a bit pretentious for the former woman to believe such thought, but it did hold some truth. Liz was currently responsible for keeping an eye out for her sister as well as a the others who shared a similar fate. Whether they were aligned with the Critic or Ask That Guy, that wasn't important-in the long run they were the ones suffering, not Facilier's mooks. They needed that extra reassurance that one day the nightmare would eventually end. Of course, when your guardian angel came in the form of a sarcastic, nerdy, slightly neurotic television writer...surely things had to turn out for the best right?
She visited Camie everyday whenever she could, when she wasn't out performing or in the presence of the voodoo man's subordinates, she made sure to be there for her. Some days they exchanged silly stories or gave each other advice when needed. Regardless, Liz was beyond joyous to at least interact with Camie. With each growing day, she grew more and more gracious of her gift. Though she felt...strangely odd ever since she first visited Camie in her angelic form. It certainly wasn't a bad feeling, absolutely no. She never felt such way, even with her previous life back in New York, she rarely felt like this. No stress, sadness or fear. Just calmness and joy. Peace. That was what she felt. And for the first time in years, (And perhaps her life) Liz Lemon was at peace.
The only real concern the brunette had was trying to further get a handle of her new powers, she had far much more strength than any normal spirit or human. She was practically a sapient weapon at this point, but of course still a weapon of good instead of evil. As long as she didn't do something reckless, she would be alright.
It was late and prisoners, slaves and mooks alike have already arrived in dream world. Well, except the ones who weren't stationed on night guard duty. Liz had been keeping Camie company until she fell asleep, promising that she would return the next day as she always did. For now, she did what she did every night; wander about the area, checking up on everyone as they slept to the best of their abilities. Sleep no longer had much use to her, unless she wanted it. She rarely did though, and she was alright with that. Certainly not in her living state, but now she didn't mind as much. However, food remained of a huge importance to her, even if hunger was no longer an issue for her...she could literally devour as much food as she wanted without getting sick! Childlike giddy, flooded through her as she found herself in the kitchen, fixing herself to whatever good she could get her grasp on. She had fixed herself a feast of unhealthy food as she sat down and ate in the dark, unfazed by the lack of light, all while oblivious to the stranger watching her.
(ooc: Ew. This just sucks. >>)