Thorn expected — wanted Jacob to bite back. When she got like this, she knew she was difficult to deal with and she didn't want that behavior excused — she wanted people to hate her for it, because then the demented, masochistic part of her that got off on hating herself would be satisfied. Most of the time, she got what she wanted. Even Joker, the person most important to her, bit back when she got like this, and the apartment would be filled negative feelings and plate throwing until the smoke clears and they begrudgingly grab dinner together at the cheap noodle place next to their building.
She wasn't prepared for gentleness. Understanding. And in her shaking, emotional mind, she hated him for it, because — because of a myriad of reasons, the bulk of which centered around fear that she was wrong about herself and her supposed innate repulsiveness.
He sounded like a "good person". But "good people" have hurt her before.
"You don't know what you're getting yourself into," she said in warning as she rolled her sleeves up. In a matter of seconds, smoke began to exit the palm of her hands, elbows and knees.
Jacob would be transported into a metallic cell with nothing but a bed, a window and a mirror.
The window outside didn't show the sky, but rather, a view of dim, industrial lighting and glass protecting the inner building from the pressure of the ocean. If he looked closer, there was various aquatic life swimming around the biodome.
If he bothered to look at the skin he was wearing... the mirror would show the image of a girl with long, black hair and skin fresh with scars. It was Thorn, but younger, without the make-up, metal, tattoos, hair dye and tough stance she wore around people. It was almost a completely different person.
"#81056444890 is becoming problematic to keep," the man behind the mirror would say. "She stabbed a guard. This is the third strike this month. Perhaps we should just kill her?"
"She's the only one that's gotten this far with the ILLUSI-MOD. Her rebellious personality might be contributing to her progress. We'll keep her for now. If she does anything else, be prepared to gun her down."
The floor would be covered in blood.
When the illusion breaks, Thorn would be nowhere to be found.
She wasn't prepared for gentleness. Understanding. And in her shaking, emotional mind, she hated him for it, because — because of a myriad of reasons, the bulk of which centered around fear that she was wrong about herself and her supposed innate repulsiveness.
He sounded like a "good person". But "good people" have hurt her before.
"You don't know what you're getting yourself into," she said in warning as she rolled her sleeves up. In a matter of seconds, smoke began to exit the palm of her hands, elbows and knees.
Jacob would be transported into a metallic cell with nothing but a bed, a window and a mirror.
The window outside didn't show the sky, but rather, a view of dim, industrial lighting and glass protecting the inner building from the pressure of the ocean. If he looked closer, there was various aquatic life swimming around the biodome.
If he bothered to look at the skin he was wearing... the mirror would show the image of a girl with long, black hair and skin fresh with scars. It was Thorn, but younger, without the make-up, metal, tattoos, hair dye and tough stance she wore around people. It was almost a completely different person.
"#81056444890 is becoming problematic to keep," the man behind the mirror would say. "She stabbed a guard. This is the third strike this month. Perhaps we should just kill her?"
"She's the only one that's gotten this far with the ILLUSI-MOD. Her rebellious personality might be contributing to her progress. We'll keep her for now. If she does anything else, be prepared to gun her down."
The floor would be covered in blood.
When the illusion breaks, Thorn would be nowhere to be found.
