entranceway | o8 | what more am I owed than certain death

[Annie appears onscreen, looking anything but her chipper self. Seems that's more and more common, these days, especially after things like disgusting zombies. She'd kept her own and managed to make it to the farmhouse on the second day, and stayed there for the remainder of the event, helping people who managed to get there as well. It wasn't until the event was over that she realized that they were well into fall, and that Christmas must be coming up soon, and if Christmas is coming, that means Hanukkah's here, or...that it already passed.

And, okay, yeah, she doesn't have like, the best relationship with her parents anymore, but it's still a special holiday for her! And she could've had a sweet little ceremony each night and lit the candles and made matzoh ball soup in the kitchen and shared it!! But no, instead she was killing zombies and hiding in a farmhouse. Seriously.

So, she can be found in the diner, her crafting supplies spread out in front of her in a booth in the back. Currently, she's pouring glitter over a set of folded up pieces of paper-- Christmas cards. She missed one holiday, she's not going to miss another.]

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Not what I meant. But no matter.

[The rudeness doesn't bother her because well, Bela can be fairly rude herself sometimes.]

You're probably right about that. I shudder to think about what kind of decorations the mansion can come up with. Probably the kind that attacks you.

[Annie frowns. She's probably right. All the decorations will attack them and try to kill them, just like everything else in this place. It gets kind of old after awhile, honestly.]

You're right. Like, giant Christmas trees that want to strangle us with lights or something.

Or eat us whole. [Which wasn't a nice thought at all. But Bela can't shake it off, not after everything she has seen in the mansion.]

But don't let me dampen your holiday spirit.

[She waves a hand.]

Don't worry about it. I deal with people being spoil sports enough that it doesn't bother me.

Here, or at home? It must bother you a little if it keeps happening.

Home, mostly.

[She smiles kind of fondly at the memories and then shrugs. No use thinking about it now, right?]

And I don't know, that's just kind of how my friends were. They always came through in the end, though.

They sound like decent people.

[For Bela, people were only useful to a certain point. She didn't really make friends.]

Would you want them here though? It's not exactly a picnic.

No, it's not but--

[She shrugs. She knows it's selfish. She knows that. Doesn't stop her from feeling it.]

I'm just lonely, I guess. A little homesick.

Like most people here I would imagine.

[Said in a matter-of-fact tone.]

Haven't you made any connections here?

[Annie's expression hardens at her tone. She keeps the smile on her face, but only just.]

Right. Um, a few. But I guess it's not really the same.

[Did she hit a nerve? More than likely.]

Better than the alternative though. Lonely and alone.

Right.

[A tense pause.]

Well, I'm really busy. So maybe I'll talk to you later, or something.

Yeah, sure.

[She probably won't. Bela knows she didn't make a good impression.]

Enjoy the rest of your day.

[And click! The feed ends there.]

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