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 Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 3:10 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Reddish brown Description: Intense, horrifying, painful, the sense of being trapped. Your commentary on its flavour: For a long moment, Nush sat there after the memory had ended. What had this poor girl gone through? Furthermore... why? One of the figures had said something about scraps. What sort of sick ******** would do this to another? It was one thing to kill another, and he didn't really feel too strongly about that subject over all, but.. this? Even he could tell this was messed up.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 4:00 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Brown-Red Description: Bright white. The gleam of a drill. Fear. PainPainPain. Your commentary on its flavour: His heart clenches up when he finishes drinking the tea. What has this poor girl experienced? The pain from the memory is still echoing in his chest and he tries not to search out the owner to pull her into a comforting hug. He wants to tell her that it's over now. Shhh it's okay now. She doesn't have to go through that again...right?
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 4:47 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Maroon Description: Heart stopping fear, desire to escape, pain, confusion Your commentary on its flavour: There was a shake to his fingertips as he set the cup down. He stared down at his lap for a long moment trying to understand what had just happened to the flavor of the tea. It seemed so horrifying. What would he do if someone he loved was in this situation? What would he do if HE was in this situation. Escape seemed implausible but not for the lack of trying... ..He sincerely hoped she'd be alright.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 10:53 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Maroon Description: Terror and pain. Desperation. Just...oh my god. Your commentary on its flavour: What the hell? Between her horror and pity for the girl, Vae felt a hint of rage well up in her as well. How could they possibly do that to her? And why? It was disgusting, it was horrible, it was cruel. But she...she was okay now, right? Vae stared into the remaining tea in her cup before shaking her head with a faint grimace.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 11:04 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Brown Description: Pain, loss, confusion & fear Your commentary on its flavour: The overwhelming sense of being trapped made her want to scream. She felt herself gasping ragged breaths as the owner of the memory was pushed right into a corner, helpless and scared. And it got worse. Mnezara wanted to kill whoever it was that brought so much pain, whoever it was that was holding the drill with a creepy grin. Whoever it was that had tried to kill-- But the owner was okay, right? She thought, trying to reassure herself, in an attempt to calm the anxious palpitations of her heart. Right?
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 11:33 pm
Tea Guest Log  Colour of Tea Tasted: Rusted Brown Description: Pain, Panic, Flight not Fight. Sick. Your commentary on its flavour: The moment Impah drank this tea, the memory surged with one of her own. She knew the white walls, but not like this girl had. She knew that sound, of the drill as it came closer. She felt her legs being held down, her arms as she screamed and screamed. She wanted to run. But they had opened her, her body hurt everywhere. The drill was inserted in, and they whisper about a tracker... Impah drops the cup, her heart beating furiously. She doesn't want anymore of this. She leaves.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 12:56 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Albino Red Description: Fear has been laced through this blend, with a spice of pain to sour the taste Your commentary on its flavour: Ruse could hardly think through this memory, her anger was so great. She thought she tasted blood in her mouth as she bit her lip, her fist shaking in suppressed demotion. How could anyone be so cruel? As mitsu screamed when the drill pierced her, Ruse screamed as well. A scream of rage. It might of been a memory, but she didn't care. As the memory ended with the drilling coming towards he,r she quickly put the tea cup down less she break it in her fury.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 5:41 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Maroon Description: Horror, helplessness, unexplained cruelty Your commentary on its flavour: Yiro shakily sat the cup down after sampling it's flavor, bleakly staring ahead. She felt her chest seize up in the terror Mitsu had experienced, not fully understanding why anyone would go to such lengths to be so heartless and cruel to a being who obviously felt nothing of the same. Why her? Why at all? So many questions.
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