A NEW SPRING - closed @deathsrites
dora has already felt the quake. it didn't occur to her that perhaps it was all in her head until she bumped into a passer-by, robbed of any grace in walking as she went over on her ankle when the rumbles hit. they placed a hand on her shoulder, asking if she was okay, and suddenly concern washed over her. it was edged with a nasty suspicion and dora jumped back, spooking the middle-aged woman away. fuck, she thought, not this. she had to test the theory and brushed her hand on the next person she walked past - receiving a big hit of emotional numbness. it wasn't a good sign her freaky skill was going haywire but at least this time it was neutral. coming to the next set of traffic lights, dora stopped to lean against the pole and sent out a text.
📨 matttyyyyyyyyy it's dora where are you i need to see you 📨 something really weird is going on 📨 help














